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  1. BladderLad

    Jane the Taxi Driver

    Jane loved her job working as a private hire, taxi driver, on this Saturday afternoon she was collecting a gentleman called Rob, from a hotel on the outskirts of Leeds and driving him to Manchester- Jane is 30 and has short blond hair Rob is 28, tall good looking, but rather shy. He had spent a great day at a work colleagues wedding, however he had to leave early in order to travel to Manchester (about 40 miles away) in order to attend his best friends 30th birthday party Jane was sat in slowly moving traffic as she approached the hotel to pick Rob up, she was now a few minutes late, however hopefully would soon be there Rob stood in the car park smoking a cigarette and impatiently waiting for his Cr to arrive. His whole reason for booking a taxi rather than taking the train back to Manchester was to ensure that he had time to attend both events, he was also experiencing a familiar feeing from his bladder, he was starting to need to pee again, even though he had taken a piss just before leaving the venue, however he had drunk 4 pints of lager as well as the obligatory champagne, coffee and orange juice. He was just considering running in for a last wee, when he saw the white private hire vehicle pull into the car park. Rob wondered what to do, but he was already slightly late, and the drive to Manchester was less than an hour, and he had always prided himself on his “cast iron bladder” always being able to out hold his mates when they were in the pub Rob got into the car and they made small talk as Jane apologised for being late, she reassured Rob that they would be in Manchester in about 45 minutes according to her sat nav Jane was very taken by her current customer. He was about 6ft, muscular, with short dark hair. He was wearing an attractive blue suit. He seemed a bit shy and didn’t want to chat to much, and had clearly had a few drinks, but to her delight he had chosen to sit in the centre of the back seat giving Jane a perfect view of him in her rear view mirror Rob sat on the back seat, feeling alarmed at how quickly his bladder was filling up, it was the same old scenario, he had held on at the party until he was busting for a piss before going- however now the “seal was broken” he would be weeing all night long! He was casually scissoring his legs from side to side, with his hand between his legs, His bladder sent frequent signals to his brain, of how full it was, the only thing distracting him was the attractive blond taxi driver sat in front of him Jane sat in the front seat watching her passenger in the back with interest. As a lover of male desperation she sometimes thought that she had the perfect job- she had lost count of the number of desperate young guys in the back of her taxi and she was starting to suspect this may be another of those occasions. Her passenger could not keep his legs still, and was starting to have a slightly worried look on his face! Rob was now absolutely bursting for the toilet, the waist band of his suit trousers was pushing cruelly into his bladder, if he had been in the car on his own he would have loved to have loosened his belt and unclasped his trousers. He was constantly moving his legs and jamming his hand into his crotch Jane watched Rob with increasing excitement , feeling a familiar tinge feeling in her crotch, and a slight moistness in her underwear, this guy was clearly dying for a pee, she was starting to wonder if he was going to be able to make the final 20 minutes of the journey without asking her to stop? At this moment she saw the traffic come to a halt up ahead and the ETA on her sat nav corrected itself to an hour later Rob watched in horror from the back as the arrival time changed – there was no way he could hold his pee that long! He would wet his pants long before they arrived, however he couldn’t possibly ask this attractive woman to stop on the side of the motorway- but what else could he do? As the traffic crawled along, Jane could harldly take her eyes off the sexy man in the back, he was now openly clutching his dick through his suit trousers and scissoring his legs like made, he was clearly very desperate now- her wet pussy was tingling like mad, she was unbelievably turned on, however when was he going to ask her to stop? Rob was sweating, as he sat there feeing more desperate than he could ever recall- his whole lower tummy felt numb and somehow didn’t belong to the rest of his body, he simply could not hold on much longer, at this point he saw a blue motorway sign: SERVICES 1 MILE- his face as red a s fire, he stammered as he spoke to Jane- I am really sorry but could we stop? – I am absolutely desperate for the toilet!! Jane ever the professional said yes of course, however she was so turned on by his predicament that she would have liked nothing more than to carry on driving and watch him wet his suit trousers in the back of her car The traffic continued to crawl along, Rob was beside himself with desperation, when he felt the first hot spurt of piss hit the front of his Calvin Klein Boxer briefs- he was starting to lose the battle as they came off the slip road into the car park. The car park was unsurprisingly busy, Rob begged Jane to park right next to the building, as he did not think he could make it across the car park Jane parked the car in the waiting bay and watched as Rob struggled to get out of the car- he could harldy bend or stand up he was in so much pain- she watched as he hobbled into the building doing a stange “run/walk- her pussy felt as though it wss on fire, now she had the car to herself she frantically rubbed herself, she was so turned on. Rob frantcically walked along the corridor almost unable to walk- leak followed leak as he spurted into his boxers, he was losing the battle just meters from the mens toilet- he had no option but to hold his dick through his now damp undies and trousers as he made his way into the toilet and approached the urinal- as he let go of himself to undo his belt and trousers, he was now fully pissing himself and he fished his cock out of his soaking boxers- he stood at the urinal shaking as he pissed a seemingly endless stream- finally slowing down after a full minute with another minute of a slower stream and spurts. When he had finally finished he was able to inspect the damage, his boxers were soaked but fortunately his trousers only had a small wet patch. He headed into a cubicle where he removed and abandoned his boxers, before doing his best to dry his trousers at the hand dryer. Before leaving he was somewhat surprised that his still sore bladder felt full again- he returned to the urinal and pissed for a further 30 seconds, before returning to the car where he thanked a rather flushed looking Jane!
  2. So, I have this TV show idea: a girl chooses from 10 guys, based on numerous omo contests. She gives everyone challenges, like "last as long as possible doing rapid desperation", "hold morning pee for 8 hours", "drink 2L of water and make it home dry", etc, and excludes one of them every time, until the last one becomes her omo partner. I know that not everyone enjoys male desperation, but for me, it would be fun to watch...
  3. SeverusSnapeFan

    malefemale Summer with Snape

    So this is an actual story like with Chapters I just hope I figure where to put the next Chapter. Hopefully just underneath this one but I hope you guys like it. This is male desperation and it will include some bedwetting later on in the story. The main characters are Harry and Snape because I love them both to death. Chapter 1 Harry sighed softly as the shifted in his seat, he hated traveling by muggle means they always took so slow. At the moment he was sitting in the backseat of a muggle automobile also known as a car and was going to his Professor's Manor. Why they couldnt floo was besides him. Why the hell did he hve to spend his Dursely free summer with Snape of all people? He squirmed in his seat again, and looked out the window. He really needed to pee, and was getting borderline desperate as the minutes ticked by. Snape was sitting in the drivers seat, leaving Harry to ponder when his teacher learned to drive. He thankfully was sitting in the back, needing space to lie down, which also meant that he could hold himelf if he needed to. 20 minutes rolled by and found Harry giving himself occasional squeezes to keep his liquid in. Snape was still driving along having not noticed a thing was wrong with his charge. He didnt want to embarrass himself in front of Snape of all people, giving the man more things to taunt him with, so he better speak up. "Professor, how long until we get there?" "We'll be there in about 6 hours Potter." "Oh, do you think we could stop at a petrol station sir?" "Why? Surely your not hungry, if I recall there is food in the basket on the floor." "No sir I'm not hungry." "Then what did you need?" Snape asked getting annoyed. "I just wanted to..uh...stretch my legs sir." He replied hurridley, somewhere along the way his courage vanished. "Right, have you forgotten that you are a horrible liar Potter?" "Sorry sir" "What did you really need?" Snape pressed. "The loo sir," Harry finally whispered. "I see," was all the man said. Harry was grateful that the man had dropped the subject but his bladder was still throbbing and the man never actually said he was going to stop somewhere. Harry found himself involuntarily gasping and moaning softly in an effort to keep it all in. The last time he had used the toilet was that morning when they left Hogwarts. It was now 2:00pm and he really needed to relieve himself, or he would soon have a humilating situation on his hands. Severus could hear the boy quite cleary behind him making noises, surely the boy didn’t have to go that bad? Of course he was putting on extra for the attention, since he was acting Severus figured he wouldn't mind waiting. “Sir please can you pull over?” Harry finally begged, tears springing into his eyes. “No Potter, I’ll pull over in about an hour. You are 12 years old and not a baby so I know that you can and will hold it.” “I really cant sir, I’m not even joking.” “1 hour Potter, now cease this incessant talking.” Harry now had his left hand firmly grasped in his pants, he knew his teacher was cruel but he never imagined the man would stoop this low. What part of he had to pee didn’t he get? He felt a spurt of pee leak out into his boxers before whimpering to himself, he was going to wet himself soon he just knew it. He quickly blinked away the traitorous tears that threathned to fall, and focused on his bladder. As another spurt followed, he found himself frozen in fear, he was going to wet himself in the man’s car. Severus looked discreetly in the mirror where he could check on the boy. The child’s face was beet red and he looked like he was struggling to hold back more then just the tears in his eyes. He had thought the boy was pretending but now he was having second guesses on that. “Potter, when was the last time you used the loo today?” “When I woke up this morning sir,” the boy said as he sniffled. “And you did not think to inform me of this why?” “I didn’t think it was important sir,” he answered. “Foolish child, of course it’s important. The next rest area isnt for another 30 minutes do you think you can hold it?” Severus asked, he was already annoyed with himself for not believing the child, and annoyed with the boy for not speaking up sooner. Harry felt himself nodding that he could but on the inside he knew he couldn’t. He was slowly leaking and he casually looked down to see if his blue jeans had a spot. They didn’t but he knew that if he couldn’t hold on they would. Suddenly he sat rimrod in his seat, as a 2 second spurt leaked into his pants, he could feel his bum getting wet. And ingoring the tears that were now falling freely down his face he squirmed with all his might to keep it in. As he was fighting his bladder, his Professor suddenly swered the car startling Harry. Spurt after spurt came out, and by the time he gained control the back of his pants were soaked. He could feel the pee dripping down his leg. He was wet and when he got out Snape would know what he did. What was worse was that he still had to go really badly. “Are you alright there Potter?” “Yes sir, what happened?” Harry asked trying to keep his voice from cracking on his tears. “There was a dead animal in the road.” “Oh, are we almost there sir?” “In about 15 more minutes we should be. How are you holding up Potter?” “I’m fine sir,” Harry stated miserably. “Are you sure, you don’t sound fine.” “I am sir,” Harry answered. He rocked back in forth trying to keep the remaining pee in, for all it was worth. They had just taken the exit when all of a sudden Harry gasped loudly, startling Snape. His poor bladder just had enough of the abuse and forcibly released itself all over the man’s car. He heard the sound of his pee hitting the floor and he was sure that Snape could hear it too, but the man never said a word. Severus looked in the mirror at the boy who had a look of intense fear in his eyes, he could already guess what happened by the look in the boy's eyes. His face really was an open book at times. They were both at fault here, him for not thinking to take the child's needs into account and the boy for not speaking up. But he shook his head at that, the boy did speak up, he just didnt believe him. Shaking his head at his stupidity this was exactly the kind of thing his father had done to him as a kid, and he knew how the boy felt. It was warm and flowing out of him like someone had turned on the tap and left it on. He tried to stop it but he had no more control over his body, and he sagged in relief. As he finished he found he couldn’t say anything if he tried, he only hoped the man wouldn’t tease him for this. They pulled into the petrol station and parked. “I don’t need it anymore sir,” Harry finally whispered his throat thick with tears. “I realize that Mr. Potter, but I figured you wanted to clean up.” Snape replied gently. “Yes sir, I don’t want to go in there and have them see me like this.” “Mr Potter I am a wizard am I not?” Snape asked sarcastically. “Yes sir” “I will spell you clean, stand by the car please.” Harry slowly got out the car, his trousers were now a very dark blue and when he stood up his pee from the trousors ran into his shoes, it was a horrible squishy feeling. The seat in the man’s car was soaked and the floor looked like someone had wasted a liter of water in it, but the smell gave it away that it wasn’t just water. He felt the rush of warmeth from the spell as it cleaned him. He made no eye contact with his teacher, he kept his face low to the ground and scrubbed his face with the back of his hand. He was 12 as the man had pointed out, and 12 year olds do not have accidents. He got back into the car when the man finished and layed down on the back seat tears once again springing into his eyes. Covering his head with his blanket Harry softly cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
  4. CoffeeDrinker

    Office Building Plumbing

    Had a tame but fun experience yesterday. I work in a smallish eight-floor office building with a bunch of different companies inside. The building has new ownership and is constantly undergoing much-needed upgrades and construction. Yesterday I went out for lunch with a client and had several cokes and some water. When I got back to the office, I noticed more people that normal milling around in the hallway off the main lobby, but I was beginning to need to pee all that liquid out fairly urgently, so I headed right into an open elevator and up to my floor to use the bathroom. In our building, there are 2-3 companies on each floor and they all share communal men's and women's rooms in the hallway. In the elevator I glanced at my phone and noticed an email from building management saying there was an emergency water shutoff due to a plumbing situation, and all water would be turned off immediately. I hadn't quite fully processed that fact when the doors opened to my floor and I headed over toward the bathrooms only to see giant taped-on signs that said "Restrooms Closed on All Floors, Please Use Lobby Restroom." Well, I thought, that's exactly what needs to happen right now. So I turned around and took the stairwell down. The half dozen or so people milling around in the lobby turned out to be employees from all of the building's different companies waiting their turn to use the first-floor public unisex single-stall bathroom. I joined the tail end of the loosely formed line and got out my phone to scroll while I waited. It's important to note that while I definitely needed to go, it was nowhere near threatening an accident. Soon I was joined in the back of the line by a younger woman, long dirty blonde hair, about 5-6 and a slender build wearing black dress pants that she probably also could wear to yoga. Eventually we made eye contact and I smiled and remarked how there's always something going on in the building. She gave a nervous laugh and said this one was by far the worst. She was standing with her arms crossed at her chest and was not still for even a moment. Eventually her fidgeting allowed me to catch a glimpse of her butt in those pants and it was fantastic. Sensing her super obvious urgent need to pee, I oversold my own situation. "I know what you mean, I just got back from lunch and I'm regretting all that water," I said as a subtly squeezed my thighs together and dipped my body a bit to make it obvious what I meant. "Yeah" was all she replied and she clearly was uncomfortable and not into small talk so I left it at that and went back to my phone. As the line progressed I kept making loud sighs and squeezing my legs together to try to goad her into saying something about our mutual desperation, but she never took the bait. I went in first, then she rushed in when I was done. I decided to hustle to the vending machine to buy some chips so I could be there when she finished, and sure enough I was able to get back to the elevators just as she walked up to them. "All good?" I said to her. "Oh yeah, much better" she responded. We got on the elevator. Unprompted, she added "I didn't realize the bathrooms were closed, then I got stuck on the phone, or I would have come down here much sooner." I laughed in solidarity and said "Oh I know, no more coffee for me today until they fix the bathrooms." The doors opened for my floor, I wished her a good afternoon and headed back to my office. Like I said, super tame, but a fun encounter nonetheless!
  5. RoTracksuitWet

    Dom & sub couple

    The story is about a couple between two partners(bf-boyfriend;gf-girlfriend) who are both into Omo but also into BDSM, so when someone needs to pee, he/she has to get permission from the other to go pee. Well this is all about in this story. It all started yesterday(Sunday) when the bf asked his gf to go and watch a movie with her but not before their bet she said after. The bet was about who's gonna win a boxing match, and the loser has to be the submissive for the next week and the winner, the Dominant. And of course she was the winner and now the bf is in her control/dominance. She agreed to go and watch a movie with him but only if he follows some ''rules'' of her. And the rule is that he has to stay together with her for the rest of the movie which will be almost 4 hours long. So that means two things: wherever she goes he must follow her and he can't go anywhere without her. The next day(Monday) They arrived at the cinema and took their seats and the movie was about to start. It was 14:55 and the movie starts at 15:00 and ends at 19:00 and TECHNICALLY there are no breaks so they're not going anywhere, neither him because of the rule. The film has started and the bf was drinking a large soda after he was drinking so much coffee earlier that day. And also he remembered that he hasn't used the toilet before they left. And that panicked him since he can't go anywhere without her gf under any circumstances even if he has urge to pee. After 10 minutes, just a little pain in his bladder. After another 10 minutes, 5/10. He started to squirm in his seat but his gf didn't notice anything. After 30 minutes, his bladder was almost full(8/10) and that means that he has to pee really bad. He tried to ask her that he wants to use the restroom and see the results. Him: excuse me, babe! Her: what? Him: I have to pee so badly, can I go? TO BE CONTINUED
  6. Brianne felt a growing excitement in the pit of her stomach as she pulled on the chastity belt over her cotton bikini-cut panties. As instructed, she fastened the device snugly around her waist by closing a combination lock she didn’t know the code for. She gasped sharply as the cold combination of metal and leather grasped her most intimate area. Tonight was meant to be punishment for the young lady who had been caught with her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Her parents had kicked him out of her bed and into the street, stark naked. She, sitting up in bed holding up the covers to veil her 36C breasts, had been yelled at for the better part of an hour. The next morning, Brianne had been enrolled in a disciplinary program with the local church. She had met with Sister Janice earlier this week and been given the chastity belt and strict instructions to show up at a party tonight wearing it. Brianne could still recite Sister Janice’s exact words, which had been “It’s about time you learned how a young lady should act around boys.” Brianne gazed longingly at her black miniskirt then decided against it. While she enjoyed flashing her panties on occasion, an ugly mix of leather and metal was a different story. She picked out a navy-blue plaid skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees. Maybe the goody Christian fellows would appreciate a more innocent look. Glancing at the clock radio, she realized she only had twenty minutes to get to the church. She quickly threw on a sky-blue blouse over her white bra and ran a comb through her red hair. She hurriedly waved goodbye to her mother working in the garden as she started the car. As she pulled out of the paved driveway, Brianne wondered if her mom knew what she was wearing under her skirt. Maybe Sister Janice had told her- Brianne felt herself blush at the thought. She got to the church three minutes early and took the opportunity to touch up her makeup. As she got out of the car, she ran her hand down the back of her skirt feeling the bumpy hardness instead of the usual curvy softness of her ass. She heard a car door close behind her and noticed a handsome well-dressed man looking at her. Blushing again, she realized that he had seen her smoothing out her skirt. Was he able to make out the shape of the device under her skirt? As Brianne walked briskly through the entrance, she felt his gaze on her. She smiled to herself as she followed the “Ladies this way” sign. Perhaps it was for the best that things had gone south with Rod. He had a crude and arrogant demeanor which had been agitating her more and more. Maybe it was time to date a nice Christian boy who would be a perfect gentleman around her. Sister Janice checked her watch as Brianne presented herself. “Just in time.” She commented coldly. “Well, let’s get on with it then- lift up your skirt.” Mildly surprised, Brianne gathered her skirt and lifted it up. She felt the middle-aged woman pull at the leather in several places, testing for looseness. With a grunt of approval, she patted Brianne’s butt and told her to continue walking to the basketball court. Brianne nodded, released her skirt, and continued her careful walk. She heard soft music as she pushed open the swing door. It was a breath-taking sight. The gym had been transformed into a beautiful party scene, with carpeted areas, strobe lights, and a bar. Brianne walked forward towards a group of young ladies also dressed for the occasion. She recognized one of them- a girl of African ethnicity, Georgia. They went to the same high school, but Georgia was a year younger. She wasted no time in greeting Brianne and introducing her to the other ladies. Brianne felt grateful for knowing someone there, especially a girl as welcoming as Georgia. Having met the girls, Brianne turned her attention towards the young men at the other end of the gym. She immediately noticed the boy from the parking lot eying her. He was wearing black pants, a white dress shirt and bow-tie. He was on the skinny side but fit in a long-distance runner sort of way. He had well-groomed black hair and a clean-shaven face. Brianne hoped he would make his way over to her soon. The males collectively decided to get drinks and made their way over to the bar. Ashley, a tall attractive blonde, eagerly urged the female group to go over to the bar too. After some initial resistance, they started slowly walking over. Brianne felt that it would have been so much easier if the guys had approached first. She quickly realized Ashley’s eagerness to mingle with the guys, as she had wandered over a seemingly older brown-haired hunk after getting a beer from the bartender. To Brianne’s dismay, Georgia had followed Ashley’s lead and was in deep conversation with her interest. Not wanting to be left alone, Brianne walked her long island iced tea over to an apparently shy, chubby teenager. Pete was an ok guy, but not exactly Brianne’s type. He seemed surprised to be approached by such an attractive girl and was nervously stuttering about video games and his custom-built PC. Meanwhile, her attention was elsewhere. She constantly glanced over his shoulder at Georgia and her handsome companion. He returned her gaze a few times, but always politely refocused his attention to Georgia, who was happily chatting away. Not ten minutes later, Brianne was surprised to discover that her drink was finished- she had been sipping constantly with Pete babbling on. Not wanting to excuse herself suddenly, she took a moment to scan her surroundings. About half the crowd had paired up with members of the opposite sex, but there were also two large crowds of mixed genders. One group was near the bar, in close proximity to drinks, while the other group was near the DJ, making song requests while conversing with each other. Brianne also noticed Sister Janice and a younger nun seated in the bleachers, observing intently. About a third of the people at the party were underage, so there were already varying stages of drunkenness evident at the party. The girls near the bar had already accepted a number of drinks from their overly generous companions and their glowing red faces openly revealed their intoxication. Meanwhile, Georgia and three other girls were sipping soft drinks. Brianne could feel a light buzz, but Pete was showing no signs of stopping and he was literally being a buzz kill. She finally interrupted him by raising her empty glass and explaining she needed another drink. He stammered an offer about getting the drink for her, but she raised her hand, promising to be right back. Brianne ordered a screwdriver and took a moment to chat with the bartender- she needed a break from Pete. It was a good thing she did, because Georgia and her new friend made their way to the bar a moment later. As she had done earlier, Georgia made the introduction. His name was Jake and he was a volunteer with the church. Forgetting her promise to Pete, Brianne joined the duo. Jake eagerly shared details about his life while asking the girls about theirs. He tried to include Georgia in the conversation, but his eyes were constantly locking into Brianne’s. Finally, Georgia noticed Pete awkwardly staring into their group and excused herself to talk to him. Brianne felt instant guilt as she realized that she had ditched Pete, but also gratitude for the opportunity to talk to Jake one-on-one. As Jake wandered over to the bar to get them new drinks, Brianne scanned the crowd again. Elle, a petite blonde, near the bar was dancing on the spot, but not in sync with the music. It took a moment for Brianne to realize that she was desperate to pee. She tugged at her friend Jackie’s arm, but she just shook her head and gestured to her own midsection. Elle wriggled helplessly before rushing off towards the gym door alone. It was then that Brianne realized that all the girls were wearing chastity belts! None of them could pee until Sister Janice unlocked them! As Jake returned with her drink, Brianne evaluated the fullness of her own bladder. She could definitely use a pee. The alcohol and conversation with Jake had kept her mind off her predicament, but there was no denying that her bladder was filling quickly. Jake raised his cup and Brianne raised her own to meet his, making sure she took only a small sip afterwards. As Jake continued talking, Brianne noticed that Elle hadn’t left the gym. Instead, she was near the door pleading with a female guard to let her out. There was a male guard at the other door, so there was no way out. Suddenly, the full gravity of the punishment hit her. The girls would have to hold their pee until the end of the party or wet their panties in front of everyone around! As Elle pleaded desperately, a boy from the same group near the bar approached the door. The guard stepped aside to let him through while continuing to block Elle’s path. She doubled over and clutched her crotch through her red dress, on the verge of wetting herself. “You are very quiet. Is everything ok?” Jake’s question snapped Brianne back to attention. “Oh.. yes, I’m fine. Just enjoying your story, that’s all.” “Are you sure? Is your drink okay? I can get you a different one if you like.” Brianne realized how rude she must look ignoring the conversation and not finishing the drink he had gotten for her. She immediately took a couple of gulps from her cup. “No, the drink’s great- thank you.” The last thing she needed was another full cup. She forced herself to engage in conversation and regularly sip from her cup. Elle had given up trying to convince the guard to let her out- she was now helplessly standing with her back up against the wall, with her dress hiked all the way up and her hands gripping her crotch for dear life. Her red panties and chastity belt were in full view. Brianne noticed girls and guys looking over at her. It was obviously a one-of-a-kind sight for horny young men, who struggled to tear their eyes away from the beautiful blonde girl struggling to not to piss herself. Most of the girls were alternating nervous glances between Elle and the large clock above her. Just over an hour remained- could they hang on? Jake was amongst the last to notice the scene at the other end of the gym. He looked over just as Elle lost control. She gasped audibly as pee poured through her fingers onto the rug below. Her wet legs glistened in the bright lights as a growing wet spot formed at her feet. Nobody could look away as the poor girl peed for seemingly ages, finally experiencing the relief she had been denied for too long. She collapsed to the floor and covered her face in utter humiliation. Unfortunately for her, Sister Janice came down from the bleachers and ordered her to return to the party. With a beet-red face and drenched legs, Elle returned to the group by the bar. Everyone comforted Elle, but there was no getting over the fact that she now smelled like pee and her dress sported obvious wet streaks. “Yes, I’m wearing one too.” Brianne admitted, knowing Jake was wondering but too polite to ask. “Oh.. do you need to...” His voice trailed off as he realized he was asking a pretty lady a very personal question. “Yes, a bit.” Brianne blushed. It was the understatement of the year. Her bladder was pressing up against the band of the chastity device. She was actively fighting the natural desire to cross her legs in front of him. She glanced up at the clock yet again- there were still 50 minutes left! Several pairs of legs were scissoring now- witnessing an accident didn't help matters. Gina and Belle rushed over to the other door, hoping to get better luck with the male guard. Despite the ladies tearfully showing him their bladder bulges and chastity belts, he didn’t budge from the door. Several guys were feeling an urge for the men’s room and they guiltily excused themselves for a much-needed pee. Brianne couldn’t help but notice that Jake was shuffling uncomfortably too. He had drunk quite a bit more than her and they had both grown quieter. Finally, he interrupted her in mid-sentence with a quick apology and turned away. She felt a pang of envy as he subtly grabbed himself through his pants and urgently strode through the gym door. Unable to wait a moment longer, Gina and Belle hiked up their skirts, squatted, and peed through their underwear next to the guard. Sister Janice reached them just as they finished peeing, loudly scolding them and ordering them to return to the party. As an added punishment, she ordered the younger nun to give them each a water bottle. The nun forced them to drink the entire half-litre before returning to her seat next to Sister Janice. Brianne’s gaze fell on Georgia and Pete, still talking to each other. Despite her drunk and desperate state, she wanted to do the right thing. She hobbled over, struggling not to shove a clenched fist into her pussy. She was surprised to see Georgia holding herself… and drinking orange juice. “Hey Pete and Georgia- sorry about earlier. I just…” They both giggled and looked each other. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” said Pete. “We’re having a blast together,” exclaimed Georgia. Brianne noticed that Pete was squirming along with Georgia. She looked at the couple questioningly. They giggled again. “Pete has decided to hold it with me. Cheers baby!” Georgia raised her cup and they both took a large swig. Brianne cautiously made her way back to her spot near the basketball hoop. How odd- Pete was probably going to wet his pants because he had decided to goof around with Georgia. Who in their right mind would want to go through this hell? Brianne wanted nothing more than to sit on a toilet and PEE! She crossed her legs and danced on the spot- it was pointless to pretend like she didn’t need to pee. Jake returned from the toilet, obviously relieved. However, he was drunk and his line of questioning was getting more daring. “So how did you ladies end up all locked up like this?” Brianne hesitated, then decided it hardly mattered- her dignity was shot anyway. “I got caught screwing my boyfriend then my parents put me in this church program.” “Wow! Is that everyone’s story?” Jake was visibly surprised by her response. “I don’t know, but I bet it’s something to do with sex. Otherwise why…” She gestured to her crotch. Jake reddened. “I don’t….” Suddenly things clicked for Brianne. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” “I.. uh..” Jake stared down at the floor as he fumbled for words. Brianne realized she had struck a nerve. “No… sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “No, it’s ok. I’ve asked you personal stuff too.” Suddenly an excited shriek from Georgia drew attention to the center of the gym. Pete was peeing his khaki pants. A growing wetness spread down the front of his legs as he sighed with relief. Georgia was fixated on his accident as she struggled not to pee her own dress. Sister Janice was there in an instant. She had Pete pull down his pants and bend over to touch his toes. She spanked him repeatedly, her bare hand smacking his wet bottom. Watching Pete get spanked in his wet underwear was too much for Georgia- she had reached the limits of her bodily control. She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs to let her long-held waters flow to the carpet below. She sighed heavily, causing Pete to look over as he was being spanked. He was finally allowed to straighten up as Georgia finished peeing- a massive erection poked out from his wet, transparent underwear. He quickly pulled up his soiled pants before Sister Janice noticed his sexual excitement and sentenced further punishment. Amidst all the commotion, Brianne felt herself leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed crotch and squeezed hard. She felt her face burn red with embarrassment as Jake turned around to see her holding her crotch. However, she was well beyond the point of appearing ladylike. If she released her grip on her pussy, she would wet her panties, pure and simple. “Wow you look like you’re about to… “ “Yeah, it’s gonna happen. Any minute now.” She spoke through her clenched teeth. Every ounce of strength in her teenage body was needed to prevent an imminent wetting accident. The twenty minutes which remained may as well be twenty years- she would never make it. Beside them, Ashley squirted despite her iron grasp on her womanhood. Thinking quickly, Brent shoved his quarter-full cup into her crotch and instructed her to relax. She just managed to stem the flow as the cup filled through her panties, grasping her soaked crotch again. To her surprise, Brent brought the cup to his lips and continued drinking from it. Elle had stopped drinking since her accident, but her weakened bladder had quickly filled up again. She was so humiliated about wetting herself that she couldn’t even announce that she was bursting again. She silently and rapidly progressed from shuffling helplessly, overtly holding herself, to rewetting her panties in the presence of the group. Fortunately for her, no one gave her show more than a few seconds- the women had their own bladders to worry about and the men’s attention was quite divided throughout the room. Brianne squirted. She felt warm wetness on her fingers and then saw the droplets of pee hitting the rug below her. She danced desperately in place, struggling to regain control. She did- just barely. She knew the next leak would be the last one. She was just too close to having a full on accident. Ashley squirted again and Brent generously put his cup between her legs again, but there was no stopping the flood this time. A powerful torrent flowed out from the gusset of her silk purple panties and she couldn't close the dam this time. The cup overflowed and Brent pulled it away. Ashley closed her eyes in sheer relief and sighed as she straightened up. Clear pee flowed down her long slender legs and a giant wet spot grew at her feet. Brent looked on in excitement as he continued drinking her sacred feminine waters from his cup. Hearing Ashley’s pee splatter to the ground was too much for Brianne. She was the only girl who hadn’t lost wet herself yet and that, in itself, was an achievement. There were several girls close to peeing themselves a second time, not to mention Elle who had already had a second accident. Brianne’s bladder spasmed hard and she could not fight it this time. She soaked her panties as a waterfall flowed out from her most private area. All heads turned to observe the biggest accident of the evening as Brianne violently drenched the carpet beneath her. She exhaled deeply as sweet relief washed over her body- she hadn’t peed since her lunch break at work. The gruesome burden of holding in her urine had finally been lifted from her shoulders. She was peeing herself in front of Jake and a dozen other people, but it didn’t matter. All she cared about at that moment was the unbelievable relief that had engulfed her tortured body. She shuddered involuntarily as the final few squirts exited her. She didn’t realize the spectacle she had created until she finally opened her eyes to look around, pee still dripping from the back of her skirt to her feet. Everyone watched in amazement at the huge puddle at Brianne’s feet. She undoubtedly had the largest bladder of anyone around. Jake’s excitement was on clear display, with a giant tent poking out in his pants. Sister Janice declared that the party was over and hoped that the ladies had learned a humiliating lesson about behaving decently around young men. Perhaps some girls had, but Brianne and Georgia definitely had other plans. The ladies lined up to get their wet chastity belts unlocked by the two nuns. It was a slow process with most of the girls wriggling uncontrollably, trying to maintain the little dignity that remained until they got to a toilet. Gina and Belle, who had been punished with bottles of water earlier, couldn’t control themselves any longer and peed all over Sister Janice as she was unlocking them. With another embarrassing scolding, Sister Janice instructed them to stay behind for a spanking. The delay was torture for those still in the lineup, including Georgia. She and Pete had been drinking even more heavily since their accidents and they just barely hung on as Georgia got unlocked. However, making it to the men’s room was another matter. They soaked themselves again as they rushed into a cubicle together. In the next stall, Brianne was already getting busy with Jake. It was about time a girl did something about his virginity.
  7. This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.
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    A short clip of me slowly losing control and soaking my red pants.

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  9. murphdurph

    Online hold

    Yesterday, I had prolly the most desperate holding of my life. Holding with a friend online and loser had to wet where they were. Id drank two 32oz waters, a 16 oz sparkling water and a 16oz energy drink. I was bursting after a while. I was holding myself, crossing my legs, and eventually studying still cause I was gonna explode. When I thought I wouldn't make it, she said she couldn't hold it and started to wet. I was able to grab one of the bottles and PEED very relieving. My biggest measurement yet. Ended up peeing again like 3 mins after video to fill up a little more 20190902_153226_1.mp4
  10. So I found this on YouTube. Not sure if someone mentioned this video before. Anyways. This is gold.
  11. Dr. Philthy

    Desperation delay

    So how does an amusement park, a freeway and a graveyard factor into me coming close to having an accident? Well, this past weekend has the answer. So on Saturday I plan to go with some friends to one of the big amusement parks out where I live. Plans kind of fall through so only two of us head out. Normal day of lots of walking and entertaining shows. Nothing out of the ordinary. Picking up burgers for lunch with the refillable souvenir cups and enjoying a large lemonade. After eating and catching another show, I go to use the bathroom and spend time hopping from event to event. Now keep in mind that it is the summertime and the heat makes you rather thirsty. Even without it being terribly hot that day, all the walking does start building up your thirst. So I down a bottle of water, use my cup to refill with water and enjoy one of the local drinks of the park. Around 4:30 or so we're planning to leave and my friend heads off to use the bathroom. While they're gone, I start to get some of the little signals from my bladder that the liquid I've been drinking since lunch has taken residence down inside of it. Now with a little backstory detour, I haven't done any real enduring holds in at least 5 or so years, and I get rather noticeable sudden urges which is probably a result of that. But what I was feeling wasn't too bad; maybe between a 3 and 4 and I knew I could make it home fine. So we headed out of the park, stopped off at a couple of stores, headed to the parking garage (which had the last bathrooms available to use) and made the trek back. The drive getting to the freeway and driving along wasn't too bad, and no concerns about time since the park is only about an hour away from where I live. Everything is going fine as we casually chatted about getting something to eat when all of a sudden, the classic omo cliche occurs..... Traffic. And a lot of it. I sigh and just grimace, not only for the fact that I have a bit of an impatient streak in me and that I don't see any accidents on my maps that should be slowing us down, but also for the fact that this is going to delay me in the trip to the bathroom I expected to have not too long from now. I cut in and out of traffic, trying to stave off the thought that the little 3-4 out of 10 you were feeling is steadily sitting at a 6 or so. It's not enough to make me need to grab myself, but with how the urges that I have dealt with the past few years strike, I was concerned about a strong one catching me out of nowhere. So I'm navigating through the traffic pretty well and at good speed and my friend mentions a night event that was brought up a few weeks ago going on that night: a night hike through a cemetery. Now I've done a few hikes, certainly none through a cemetery at night, but with Halloween approaching soon and being a pal to involve myself with some other activities, I decide to come along too, thinking I can stop at home, use the bathroom and then head out. Freeway moves along at normal speed, my desperation is still there, but manageable. I'm fine with all this going on, and then slow, slow, slowing down....to another big patch of traffic. I check the maps on my phone again and a bit of frustration hits me. There's deep traffic in 2 different spots on the freeway that are stopped dead. So now I pull some ingenuity to exit the freeway and take side streets running alongside ir so I can hop back on and continue. This works, but my friend says, "dang, guess we'll just have to head straight there since it's so late." That side street trick did get us out of traffic, but also set us back about a half hour, meaning I couldn't stop anywhere now to use any bathroom. I thought about mentioning to stop somewhere, but my friend had been having a rough year and was really looking forward to getting out some, so I kept quiet. My desperation is pushing on a 7 at this point and it's taking what I have to focus on driving so I don't need to hold myself. We arrived only 4 minutes late and greeted everyone who joined. I was contemplating checking for a bathroom inside the building of the cemetery but they were already closed. We walked around for about 2 hours checking out the sights (this cemetery was about 150 years old) and taking in the history and view of things. Meanwhile, I'm near the back of the group starting to shift back and forth a bit (thank goodness it was dark at this point) thinking if there's any way I can break away for a bit to relieve myself, but no such luck came. After the 2 hour mark, we said our goodbyes and departed back home. I pulled up and ran up to unlock the door, then doubled back to the car to grab some items from the park I needed to put away when my friend said "I'll be right back, just need to use the bathroom real quick. I've had to pee for hours". With my face down in the car and almost chuckling to myself, I just said "okay" and watched them run into the house. At this point, I figured if I'm home, might as well do it outside. No sooner than I had thought that, my kind bladder agreed and decided to spike me to a high 9 on the desperation level. I hurried to the side of the house where it is secluded, fumbled with the belt of my shorts for a bit (Damn thing always has a tightening issue to it) lowered them and enjoyed the oh-so-satisfying feeling of relief of a piss that I'd been expecting for at least 6 hours. After that was done, I breathed a big sigh of relief and went on to wrap up my remaining stuff from the day. Hope you enjoyed my little adventure.
  12. fullbladder

    The Dutiful Housewife

    Katherine anxiously bit her lip as she waited for her husband to come into view. Her hands rested on her wide hips, just below where her frilly sky-blue blouse tucked into her navy-blue skirt. She squinted into the sunlight- it had been a smart move to don Barry’s spare hat. Hers didn’t block out the Oklahoma sun as well. “A dutiful housewife keeps her house tidy.” Her late mother’s words echoed in her head. Katherine only hoped she would get the chance to do that today. She took a break from staring at the hill a hundred yards away and scanned the scene around her. Five hay beds had been set up with bedsheets and five ladies were eagerly waiting for their chance to prove they could keep their house in order. Folks from all around had travelled into Hopsdale to witness this once-in-a-lifetime event. There had been plenty of whispers about why the local saloon owner had decided to promote something like this, but no one was complaining. Business was booming all over town this week and everyone was excited to see the show. Over two dozen married ladies had thrown their names into hat a week ago, with the hopes of winning free Sunday dinners at the saloon for a full year. Katherine’s name had been the sixth drawn, after it was revealed the original fifth contestant wasn’t actually married. Katherine snuck a peek at her childhood friend, Anne. She had one leg crossed over the other, as her petite body rocked back and forth. Katherine felt a bit sorry for her- her bladder was too small to have any chance at winning. Growing up, Anne had peed herself a number of times on their walk home from school together. Katherine had been in a few desperate predicaments too, but she had never been shy about popping a squat on the side of the road, no matter how many schoolboys were around. Katherine took a moment to evaluate her own bladder. She felt a slight need to pee, but nothing urgent. The women had been standing out in the sun for nearly two hours now, as their husbands downed six frosty pints at the saloon. With their pants chained shut, the men were required to walk a mile to the contest area, where their wives would unlock them. Any visible wetness on a man’s pants would eliminate that couple. A cheer arose in the distance- the men were coming! Katherine focused on the hobbling, drunken figures in the distance, trying to make out her husband. She was quite concerned that he wouldn’t make it to her without wetting himself. He had drunkenly peed their bed a few times over the years. Once, after a really rough night at the bar, he had showed up home in drenched pants. He later explained that he had been too hammered to get his dick out to pee on a tree on the walk home. As more silhouettes appeared, Katherine discovered Barry was at the back, carefully approaching with his hand clutching his groin. The first man approaching was in a real panic, moving quickly to get to his wife before the inevitable happened. Just as he got to her, he groaned helplessly. She tried to squeeze a hand in between his arms to access the lock, but it was too late. Wet streaks ran down his legs and a puddle formed beneath his frantic wife’s feet. She sighed in frustration and struck his midsection. Katherine didn’t know the couple, but she felt sympathy for both of them. She wanted to continue watching the young man’s accident, but Barry was almost there and she needed to be ready for him. Katherine sat on the edge of her bed, ready with her key. The rules stipulated that she had to be on the bed at point of initial contact. As he arrived, she encouraged him to hold on- she knew how hard things could get when relief was so close. She felt him tremble as she carefully pulled the lock out from his hot sweaty body and tried the key. It took a few attempts as he bounced around urgently, but he managed to hold on. She diligently yanked the chain off his waist and instructed him to let go of his crotch. She observed a damp spot on his underwear as she put his organ into her mouth, just before he lost control. The hot liquid rapidly filled her mouth. She urgently tapped her lover’s hip and felt him tense up. He just managed to slow his stream in time, so Katherine could swallow without leaking anything onto the sheets. Slowly the exercise continued, liquid leaving his body into hers. Beside them, a woman had vomited on her bed and had been eliminated by the judge. Katherine ignored the argument and kept relieving her husband, maintaining focus on not letting a single drop leak from her mouth. Finally, he was empty. He shuddered with relief as Katherine swallowed one final gulp. She pulled up his pants and did them up again, just getting him facing up on the bed before he fell asleep from exhaustion and drunkenness. This was another rule- the judge had to be able to see if a bedwetting occurred. Katherine felt bloated after drinking so much in a short time. The taste of her husband’s pee was still in her mouth, but she was still alive… and only two other couples remained. With their husbands bedded, the ladies were allowed to leave the vicinity of their beds. However, first they had to strip down to their undergarments. Katherine felt a thousand eyes watching her, as she purposefully removed articles of clothing. She had made sure her white bloomers were clean and well ironed that morning. However, she knew she didn’t look her best with a bulging tummy. “A full tummy which will soon become a full bladder,” she thought to herself. The scantly clad women gathered at a small table where they were served a cold pint- it had to be finished before they could tend to their husbands again. Finishing the pint was a careful balance. The ladies couldn’t drink too quickly and throw up the huge volume of liquid they had just consumed. They also couldn’t drink too slowly, since their partner might pee himself before they got back. Katherine knew she had about fifteen more minutes before Barry grew desperate again. They drank over light conversation. Anne didn’t speak much, undoubtedly already feeling mounting pressure from her tiny bladder. Jane, the other woman was curvier, like Katherine. She had moved to Hopsdale three months ago. Despite being her competition, Katherine quickly developed a liking to her. In addition to being a good conversationist, she was very attractive, especially in her lacy pink bloomers. With rapidly filling bladders, drinking took longer than expected. Anne was clutching herself through her underwear as she struggled to finish her drink. Katherine knew she would never do that in front of so many people unless it was an absolute emergency. She took a moment to admire her friend shuffling back to her husband- she was absolutely bursting. It wouldn’t be long before she had an accident. Barry groaned in his sleep and grabbed his cock. Katherine immediately sprang to attention and chugged the rest of her pint. Standing up so quickly almost caused her to leak into her panties, but she clutched herself and kept moving. She realized that having her husband pee into her mouth without leaking was impossible with him lying down- she had to get him up. After much pestering and shaking, he got up to his knees and peed into her mouth. As Katherine knelt bedside, she experienced a mounting vomiting sensation and desperately smacked his leg. He just managed to stem his flow and she had a few seconds to let her stomach settle down. Then, he was uncontrollably peeing again, and she was dutifully swallowing every drop. Anne’s husband, James, was desperate too. As he added even more liquid to his poor wife’s body, she could wait no longer. She shuddered as she swallowed the last of his liquid and the struggle was over. Despite Anne’s tight grip on her womanhood, her bladder would be denied no longer. Her dam burst and hot urine flowed through her knickers, drenching her trembling hand and soiling the bed beneath. In immense relief, she pulled her mouth away from her husband’s penis and collapsed on the bed, at his feet. She continued to flood the makeshift bed, lying facedown in complete surrender. The crowd looked on in amazement at the huge accident before them, but Jane and Katherine had to look away. Their desperation had now increased to the point where they were in serious danger of soiling their own panties. Fortunately, their husbands were relieved and wouldn’t need to pee again for a while. However, their waters were now filling their wives’ bladders at a rapid pace. Despite the women's valiant attempts to show a brave face, the growing desperation was there for everyone to see. The women openly clutched themselves, shivered as intense spasms ran through their tortured bodies, and drew sharp breaths as they struggled to maintain dignity. Katherine was on the verge of wetting herself- she knew it. It was minutes, perhaps seconds before she disgraced herself. What had she been thinking when she had entered this contest? She was about to pee herself in front of hundreds of people and have nothing to show for it but wet panties and shame. She glanced over at Jane, who was hopping about just as badly. Her only salvation from utter humiliation was if Jane peed first. Katherine felt herself squirt. Luckily, her cotton bloomers and clenched hands contained the liquid. No one had seen the wet spot she had just made… yet. She felt the warm wetness on her fingers and clenched tighter still, fighting to keep her pee inside her body. She knew the next squirt would be the last one- there was no way she could stop her bladder’s screaming demands again. She had a thought about leaving the area to find a private spot to pee, but immediately dismissed it. The nearest tree was twenty yards away. She would undoubtedly lose control before she got there. Her bladder pulsed hard- it desired further relief after the initial squirt. Katherine was in the most intense pain of her life- how good it would feel to just let go! She ground her legs together and danced on the spot as her sleepy, drunk husband encouraged her. Jane was now lying beside her man screaming in agony as she clutched herself. Her butt was visible to all, so any wetness would be immediately noticed. The most intense wave of desperation yet ran through Katherine’s strained body. It was too strong and easily overpowered its exhausted victim. Katherine gasped as a warm flood engulfed her white panties, making them transparent. It was over- she had lost. She tilted her head up to the clear blue sky as her long-held pee flowed down her curvy, muscular legs to her feet, forming a giant damp spot on the dry earth. She sighed with pure relief as the intense burden was finally lifted from her feminine body. She had lost the contest and the whole world had seen her piss her pants, but she was finally relieved. As Katherine came to her senses, she heard voices behind her. Barry had grabbed her hand and was celebrating emphatically. She turned to see that Jane had also wet herself. Her thick legs were parted on the bed, revealing a wet spot on the gusset of her pink bloomers. The bed was absolutely soaked- there was even wetness on the ground. In a crazy turn of events, the judge had decided that Jane had begun peeing first, so Katherine was the winner! Forgetting her still-dripping panties and clearly visible bush, Katherine pulled her husband off the bed and dragged him to his feet. They kissed, drawing cheers from the crowd. The second-place couple came over to congratulate the winners, as did the judge and, finally, the saloon owner. He presented the winning couple with a certificate for free dinners, saying that he hoped to see them that night. In mere minutes, Katherine’s panties had already dried off in the hot Oklahoma sun, so she quickly redressed and headed home with her husband. On the lengthy walk home, Katherine needed to pee again, so she pulled up her skirt and peed through her bloomers. After all, there was no time to stop for a squat- they had a dinner to get ready for.
  13. Chris, Sean's and Richard's friend, was throwing a very grand party indeed. It was all set up in the hotel's great banquet hall. Unfortunately for Sean, the hall was jam packed with people they knew. People they had to meet, come what may. The next circle of friends had joined them. As they talked and laughed, Richard glanced at Sean with a little smirk on his face. Despite the wide grin on his face, it was clear that he was panicking. His eyes were a little pink and wide. His face, pale. Every now and then, he tugged up his slim-fit pants by its waistband, ran a hand over his swollen bladder and shoved his hands into his pants pocket while shifting on his feet. "Friends!" A voice bellowed from the stage ahead of them. They turned to see Chris, all dressed up in a shining tuxedo. "So here's the surprise I've been dying to tell you all." Smiling, he paused to look around the hall, checking to see if any of them could guess what it was. "Catherine and I are finally getting married." A round of gasps erupted. Then, a huge round of applause. "This is amazing!" Richard heard a random comment and glanced over at Sean to see him clapping his hands. The applause died down and Chris continued to talk upstage. Sean stuffed his hands back into his pocket and shifted on his feet again. Richard leaned towards him and spoke quietly. "How are you doing?" Sean glanced at him and rolled his eyes while sighing. "I can't do this," he hissed. "Yes, you can." "No, I can't. If I don't pee now, I'll be in trouble." "I still don't see the erection." "I can't have it in here. Not with all these people! Are you crazy?" "Fine. You want to pee?" "Since long!" "Okay, go and pee. But don't come back to me after that." "Richie..." "No, I mean it." "Can we at least cut down on the time? You're asking me to hold it till we get home, which is ridiculous. I already have to pee so badly. How the hell am I going to hold it all night?" Sean spoke in a frantic whisper. "I don't know. Just do it. And... that's where your erection comes in. It will lock in your piss." "Don't you get it? I can't get erect in here." "You will, if you're full enough. Problem is... you aren't." Sean held his tongue for a moment, clearly seething. He grabbed Richard's hand and placed it over his bladder. "Tell me now. Tell me that I'm full." He gnashed his teeth. Richard was stunned at the sudden move. He wasn't expecting that. He allowed his hand to rest over Sean's bladder for a moment, feeling its hardness. Indeed, it was full. Maybe not a hundred percent, but easily close to that. "Not enough," he smirked and gave a couple of pats, sending jolts into Sean's aching bladder. "Erections happen when you really-really-REALLY have to pee. And when I say that, it means, desperately. You aren't desperate enough." "I am." "It's time to raise your bar. I still say you're not desperate enough." "I told you that I am. I'm just aching since so long." "Simply aching doesn't mean you're ready. You will be when you really fear losing it. When you feel that hard push of pee struggling to get out, and then you succeed in holding it back, and you feel your cock throbbing. Until, the first jet of pee spurts out. And then another. And then another." "Are you crazy? I can't do all that in here!" Sean spat and leaned in closer. "Who's asking you to? Hold it in. That's how you get hard." Frustrated, Sean hissed and bend over a little and peeked into Richard's face. Sean was a good 6'3. Richard was close. "See, listen to me. Let's do all of this at home. Trust me! I'll do anything that you want. Tie me up. Make me wear what you want. Make me get the biggest erection ever. Make me hold it all day. Heck, even a couple of leaks for you." "That won't be an honest erection, Sean. Here, with all these people, you can't lie." Sean sighed and gulped hard. He was close to that criteria Richard mentioned. His cock was throbbing after a huge surge of pee desperation. "Can we at least sit down somewhere? I can't hold on like this." "I'd suggest you keep standing," Richard said coyly. "Challenge yourself." "I'll have an accident," Sean argued. "Do you want me to hold it or just piss myself?" Richard raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I see your point. Come, let's sit." They sat at a rectangular table for six. As soon as he sat down, Sean squeezed his thighs shut, fanned them and gently edged on the chair. Richard watched him, feeling aroused. He wasn't lying. He really did have to pee. And probably, he's close to exploding. Quietly, without being noticed, Richard slipped a hand under the table and stealthily slithered over Sean's thigh. Sean gave him a bewildered look. "What're you doing?" he whispered. "Checking you out?" Richard moved his hand to Sean's crotch, where his slim-fit pants were bunched up like a tent. He groped gently in an attempt to find his dick. With his pants being tight and fitting, and the ever-growing hardness, it wasn't hard to find Sean's penis. "Hmm, slowly getting hard, eh?" Gulping hard, Sean looked away and jiggled a leg. His face was getting red from it all... getting touched there, the arousal, the fear of being seen... and the desperate the urge to urinate. "You're doing good," Richard encouraged and continued to feel Sean's penis, holding it gently and progressing from the base to the tip. Sean squeezed his eyes for a moment and pressed down on his lips. Being touched there while having to pee desperately was a different feeling altogether. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes and let out a long, quiet puff. "What?" Richard smirked at him. He said nothing. He just clenched his abdomen. Richard could feel him do this again and again, a sign that he was working out on his pee muscles in a desperate attempt to not wet himself. "I'll piss myself," he heard Sean whimper with his head down. He could hardly talk. Squeezing his thighs tightly together and slowly bobbing his legs up and down, he leaned forward as the need to void his bladder built to extreme levels. His hand shot out to grab his penis which was already held by Richard. "What happened?" asked Richard. Sean was so red in the face. He was holding on with everything he's got. He tightened his hold over Richard's hand which was over his thrumming penis. "It's that feeling, isn't it?" asked Richard in an excited whisper. "The pee pushing hard to get out?" "Hmm." Sean nodded. He rocked back and forth on his chair. "It's okay, you'll make it," Richard assured and held Sean's hardening cock like a pencil, sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then, faster, by a step, then two... then more. It didn't take long for his form to grow by an inch or two. Sean exhaled while edging on his seat, as if humping Richard's hand. It felt like a hand job, the best hand job yet. "What?" asked Richard, smirking. "We need to find a bathroom," suggested Sean. "If it's to pee, then, I object." "No," Sean denied. "I don't believe you." Richard let go off Sean's penis and leaned back onto his chair. Sean shot at him, bewildered. "Why'd you stop?" "Because you were breaking the rule," replied Richard smugly. "You're supposed to get an erection on your own. Solely out of your desperation." Sean sighed in defeat and grabbed his hard on. He had to hold on till his "deadline" was completed. However, he hoped that Richard would let him go sooner. From the looks of it, he didn't think he could hold on that long. His bladder and penis hurt so bad from holding onto all the urine that was filling up by the minute. The next one hour was pure torture for Sean as the diuretic continued to fill up his bladder to stretching point. He should have taken at least three bathroom breaks by now, instead, he had none. When Richard looked at Sean, he was fanning his legs and edging at the same time. There was a clear, stiff bend in the fabric over his crotch. He wouldn't call it just a "bend". It was an erection. A good, solid erection that was still growing. He reached out and held it like a wand. Sean hissed, his belly and crotch sucking in. He banged his thighs shut and placed his hand over Richard's, right where his hard on was standing proud. "Don't," he pleaded. "Why not?" "Just don't. It makes it worse." "Makes what worse?" "Urine," he mumbled. "What urine?" "Urination," Sean repeated. "I'm just dying to go piss." "You're right. You do have to go. It's just so tight in there." Saying this, Richard rubbed over the stiffness in Sean's crotch, teasing his need to pee. "Don't. Please." "Rubbing it will help," Richard suggested. "Let me do it for you." Saying this, he went on to stroke his penis which was still within his pants and dying to let out the liquids in his bladder. Sean leaned forward, clenching his belly. He exhaled as a wave of pleasure coupled with intense desperation washed over his entire body. Wanting faster relief from the huge need to urinate, he grabbed his cock which was now erect in his pants. He clenched it hard and wrung the tip, as if doing so will suppress the desperation. "That's it, I'm going to the bathroom." He shot to his feet and Richard quickly pulled him down. "So does this mean that we're over?" "No!!! We aren't. Baby, if I don't go now, I'll piss myself." "I swear, the minute you go, I'll walk out of here. And you'll never even find me again." Sighing and in desperate tears, Sean gave in and continued to labor through another hour of extreme pee desperation.
  14. Desperationpee

    Public desperation

    Hi I would like some advice/tasks/challenge about a public holding and if I like it I will do it and keep you updated. Where I can do it? How much to drink? What am I allowed and not allowed to do? I want to be desperate so no leaks and no wetting, I want to burst only at home (i will try to ) Free your imagination!
  15. gottliebeln

    Outlast/Whistleblower?

    Has anyone played the games Outlast, Outlast Whistleblower, or Outlast II? I feel like, especially for fans of male omo like myself, they have a lot of potential. I can just imagine Miles Upshur (one of the player characters) getting desperate in the middle of his investigation and realizing too late that there’s no where to go as he constantly has to run/hide from danger. Fear wetting could be a HUGE potential for any of the games too, especially if the characters were already desperate and then come face-to-face with the variant thy had been running from! This is just an idea, but if anyone else likes the sound of it or is interested in talking more, please please comment or even message me, I love these games so much.
  16. I tried to break these stories into three posts , so it would not be so long . The site will not let me do this likely because I am adding them right away with no replies in between. My aim was to make it Easier to read not boost my post count but having written this I want to post it now . Sorry about the length. While I am posting I might as well tell of my other real accidents, all as a child between the ages of 9-12.These are the only accidents I remember having , and given my lifetime of enjoying things pee related I probably remember them all and in considerable detail , considering the 50 years that have past. I will break them up into three posts as this is quite long. Part 1 The first time was I was 9. The Catholic school I went to which was normally very strict , took everyone from grade 4-8 by bus to a State Park about 12 miles from school, and turned us loose , totally unsupervised. Keep in mind this would have been in the early 1960’s We arrived about 9AM, and by 10AM I needed to pee badly. It was made worse as the park was big to a young child and I had no Idea where the bathrooms were and was too shy to ask also; I never admitted needing to go even if it was obvious. The school had a strict bathroom policy, as did my parents. Peeing anyplace but the toilet was forbidden. I started doing what I normally did in these situations holding myself, and hope to keep holding my pee. Within an hour I was extremely desperate. The pressure at the tip of my penis was very strong, and it felt like my pee was about to come out. This was beyond normal desperation, but the sensation you get when you are starting to let go after a long hold. I danced around furiously, holding myself as tight as I could hoping not to pee. But it started coming out anyway, creating a good sized wet spot in the front of my white cotton briefs, before I got the flow stopped. A boy that was with the group I was in came over to me and said “You just wet your pants”. I denied it as it was not obvious, just my underwear was wet, but he replied “yea you did some in your underwear”. I guess it was obvious since I no longer needed to hold myself, although my bladder was far from empty. Perhaps an hour later the need to pee was back worse than before. By this point it was just me and my best friend alone in the woods. Once again I was squirming and grabbing myself. He decided he needed to pee, and since no one was around he just unzipped and went. This was too much, and I started peeing in my pants hard, instantly. I started walking around squeezing myself with both hands but I could not even slow the flow. Thinking I walked away to give him privacy he said he did not care if I saw him pee. I did not tell him that I was peeing also but in my pants. I don’t know why I didn’t do as he did except that I was taught to control myself and peeing outside was wrong. So I wet my pants instead, for which I would have been punished if they had not dried. I guess my mother did not notice even though I peed in them twice. By the time I got the flow stopped, although somehow I kept my outer pants from getting wet my briefs were completely soaked. For that, I thank the absorbency of my white cotton briefs .My bladder still was not empty, and was sore and I needed to pee again in a little while by the time I found a bathroom I drained it completely, sometime later. Part 2 About 2 years later I think I was 11, my parents sent me to day camp for 2 weeks. This place was primarily set up for full time campers that slept, and had bathroom facilities in barrack like structures. We day campers had a single toilet facility in the rear of a small building that we changed in. The bathroom was always kept locked even when we were in the area of the building and we had to ask our coach to open it. This spot was well away from where the activities took place, so we were away from it most of the day. Aside from other activities we had swimming lessons in the morning and free swim after lunch, weather permitting. On our first day there I needed to pee badly by late morning, but managed to hang on until our afternoon swim. We were not given any opportunity to relieve ourselves, without asking and there were no restrooms at the pool. Since I was trained that peeing in the pool was wrong, when I felt like I was about to lose control, I got out of the pool grabbing myself, and squirming my legs back and forth. Another boy asked me if I had to go, and since I was about to start any second I said yes. He said it was not right they gave us day campers no opportunity to pee without individually asking so; he just let it out in the pool. Since could not hold it a second longer, and was going to pee anyway, I jumped into the pool. I started peeing instantly. I found this a preferable solution and would deliberately just go in the pool in the morning and afternoon, whenever I felt the urge. I have to believe that most of us were doing this as it was rare that someone asked if they could use the bathroom, and it was a big production. We had to get someone to bring us into one of the barracks as the activity room had no bathrooms for us either. I only remember tagging along with someone else who asked once. This arrangement worked fine until the last few days of camp when it was to chilly to go swimming. I tried to limit my fluid intake and was able to hold on much longer than I expected. Camp was 8AM -4PM, so by 3:30 we were back up in the day campers building, where the bathroom was kept locked except when someone asked to use it. I wonder now if coach liked to see desperate boys saying they had to go. Some boys snuck behind the building to go and were called out and punished in front of the group. By 3:30 on this particular day I somehow had not peed since I left the house in the morning, but I was extremely desperate. At this age I usually did not get much sensation in my bladder, just in my penis. However that day my bladder felt full and the pressure at my pee hole was intense. I struggled to hold on a few minutes longer by squeezing myself hard and doing a pee-pee dance. With my pee about to come out I made a quick dash behind the building and unzipped myself and peed. Until that day I never had peed that long or as hard. I peed forever, making a big bubbly puddle on the ground. It was either that, or do it in my pants, since nobody wan ted to ask the coach, least of all me .I got called out by the coach for doing it however. Therefore, the next day when again no pool activities, I decided not to repeat what I had done the day before. Fortunately I did not have to go quite as bad, and although it was necessary to hold myself I was able to hold on a while longer. At 4PM those going on the bus left and I went down to the office area to wait for my father to pick me up on the way home from work at about 4:20 followed by a 20 minute ride home. By 4:00 I was just as desperate as the day before. I was also thirsty from not drinking much all day. I made the mistake of going inside to get a drink from the water fountain. Although I was already desperate and squeezing myself and squirming, to try to hold back my pee, the drink brought me right to the brink. There was no one in the office for me to even ask for a place to go. Then the phone rang and somebody appeared to answer it. He asked why I did not answer it. I said I did not know I was supposed to. I did not add that I could not stand still, because I was about to wet my pants, although it was obvious from my dancing and grabbing. Since my father was going to pick me up soon, and remembering the huge amount I peed the previous day, I did not want to wet my pants afraid all that pee would make it obvious. So I decided to go in a nearby wooded area. I did not make it. About half way there, despite my holding my penis tightly, my pee forced its way out. By this age I guess I had enough control, that although my white cotton briefs got quite wet, I was able to stop the flow before it soaked through to my pants. Looking back on it being able to not pee from when I left the house around 7:15 AM until 4PM at age 11 was quite an accomplishment. I almost held it an entire adult day, only being unable to hold it until late in the day. Even then I only partly wet myself. This bladder control serve me well in my high school days, when I frequently held it 7AM -5PM. Although this hurt I always arrived home dry. OK for some reason perhaps since I am adding to my original post right away , with no replies in between it is not letting me break these stories up. Part 3 About a year later at age 12, actually almost 13 I went to a friend’s house for the day. This was during the winter though. He was a big guy who never seemed to need to go. I made sure I went before my father dropped me off there about 9 AM. After lunch I began to need to pee badly, but was considered too old to old myself, so I forced myself to refrain except when I thought nobody was looking. We went bowling at a nearby alley, where I could have looked for the restroom but didn’t. It started snowing, and he had to deliver the afternoon newspaper so we rode bikes in the snow doing this, all the while I was still holding my pee, because I never saw him go. About 3 hours went by since I needed to go, it was about 3:30PM and I had to go really bad. We went sledding in the fresh snow in his front yard. There was a big jump off where we landed in his driveway. The jolt was too much for my straining bladder. With my pee about to come out I desperately pressed against my penis through my winter coat. He saw this and asked if I needed to go someplace, but a few seconds later I started going in my pants. I kept pressing myself and after about 10 seconds of terror , fearing I was going to embarrass myself , by soaking my pants in front of him , I managed to stop peeing . Again my briefs were wet, but the absorbance of the white cotton served me well, there was no external damage. I asked him what he meant by going someplace. He probably knew I had done some in my pants. Although the extreme pressure was relived I still needed to pee. This need intensified greatly over the next 3 hours or so. Without any jolts jarring my bladder I was able to hold it in, with the help of my hand when nobody was looking. I did not pee the rest of the day After dinner his parents dropped me off at home on the way to Church. He had 6 brothers and we all climbed into the family van. By this time I had to pee worse than I ever had in my life. To say I was desperate was an understatement. OMG everything hurt like never before. My bladder holding 9 hours of urine minus what I had leaked was painfully stretched. My entire penis throbbed. The pressure at my pee hole was unbelievably intense. It literally felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately it was dark so nobody could see I had both hands tightly squeezing my penis, I was so close to a huge wetting , I feared one hand would not stop it. I was squirming my legs as well. It did not matter if they did notice, because I was about to wet my pants at any second. I knew for certain this would be unlike any previous accident I had. I would not just wet my underwear like I had done earlier in the day, or any other time for that matter. This was about to be a huge soaker, wetting not only my pants but making a huge puddle on the car seat getting the others wet as well. This would be awful. Somehow I managed to hold on through shear willpower, and fear of being mortified. How would that have gone over if I not only wet my pants, but got others on the way to church wet as well. There was so much pee in my bladder I could not believe I had held it all, or not gone at my friend’s house. I knew full well I had not peed all day and how badly I needed to go for a long time. He must have gone at some point; especially since he was going to church but I never saw it. I ran into the house, bent over holding myself tightly. It was better my family saw that then me wetting my pants. I rushed to the bathroom, but I had to let go of my penis to get it out of my pants. Thinking quickly as I had no time left I unsnapped my pants and slid one hand inside. I released my hand on the outside my pants and grabbed myself on inside. In the exchange I started to pee a bit in my pants, but it was less than it would have been, at least I slowed the flow a bit until I was free of my pants. I then peed for the hardest and for the longest time ever in my young life, perhaps rivaling my adult times. The relief was enormous, and somehow sexually arousing. If I had to wait just a few minutes longer I would have done all that pee in my friend’s car. I said throughout these 3 stories That through my mother’s choice I was wearing white cotton briefs, and I was glad for that ; because of their superior absorbency I was able to limit all my wettings to just my underwear. I still wear them to this day because I enjoy the way that absorbency feels when I “accidently “on purpose wet my pants. Speaking of needing to pee I said when I posted my adult unplanned wetting story that I needed to pee. I have not moved and have been working on this series ever since. I just noticed that was almost 4 hours ago. I have been distracted by my work, and did not realize that much time had passed. No wonder I have to pee so badly, and have been squirming and needing to occasionally grab myself for some time.
  17. This is a continuation of my first story in the Eaks Universe. If you haven't read that, you can still read this as a standalone - but reading in order might be more enjoyable ... Episode-1: PrologueJordan wasn't one of those men who avoided "the dirty public loos", or thought men's needs are somehow "indecorous" - he would gladly relieve himself given a chance. But days like today, Jordan was grateful for his large bladder. While most of his friends had spend half the day waiting in line for the measly few porta potties, he had happily explored the festival along with his best friend, Kyle, and his girlfriend, Di. Di had made frequent runs to the urinals, waltzing in and out of the privacy barriers, no waiting involved. But him and Kyle had waited as long as they could before taking a pee break.Though they had guzzled beer from 9am, they waited as long as they possibly could to break the seal. Jordan was almost pissing himself when they joined the bathroom queue at 2pm. When he finally reached the coveted blue box, he couldn't even wait to lock the door, fumbling with unlacing the tight underwear, finally freeing his poor aching penis. He had been much more circumspect next time, joining the queue before he became utterly desperate. He had taken a hard long piss at 3:30pm, just on the cusp of desperation, his body very grateful to flush out the hours worth of beers. Pee Breaks are a delicate balancing act - if a man went to pee everytime he needed to, he would spend the entire festival in the bathroom queue. If he didn't though, well, let's say not all men left the bathroom lines dry. That balancing act meant at 5pm, he was sipping on a lager and resisting the urge to join the bathroom queue again. The festival closed at 5:30pm - he wanted to piss right before leaving if he could. A 3hr journey on a coach without a restroom would be hell anyway, but it would be worse if he didn't pee right before leaving. But before they could finish their lager, the girls had come around to collect everyone. "Time to leave folks! This festival will be over soon, and if we don't leave now, we'll be stuck forever in the parking lot. Come on y'all, no dilly dallying now. Drink up, drink up fast". He had obediently downed his lager and shuffled his feet, wondering how to bring up a quick rest stop. He didn't want to talk to the girls about it, but Jadon knew waiting 3 hours in his inebriated state would be nigh on impossible. He was about to whisper his needs to Di, when he noticed all but one porta potty had a cleaning sign on, and the one functional one had a long line of men waiting. It would take at least half an hour to get anywhere. The girls would surely complain bitterly if they were made to wait that long. And all the other boys had gone around half an hour ago, only him and Kyle stupidly deciding to spend more time chatting and drinking than waiting in the queue. Damn. And Kyle wasn't making any moves to ask for a rest stop - he didn't even look like he needed to. Holding up the whole bus, for his own need? Not cool.As they neared the parking lot, all the women made their way to the nearby urinals "for a final piss". No one asked any of the men if they needed to relieve themselves before boarding. Jadon cursed the organizers for putting up only a measly few porta potties - there were urinals everywhere! Couldn't they have replaced a few with potties? Ugh! No use getting worked up. Whoever said it's a fair world? He'll just have to trust his bladder and wait. As the men boarded the bus, Jadon resigned himself to a long, uncomfortable journey. Sorry about this being so short! I am having a lot of trouble writing the next 'episode' (because I am trying to write one where Di teases Jadon about his desperation - and that's very outside my comfort zone). May be having the first episode out will be extra motivation! * Fingers crossed *
  18. Sorry, this story turned out WAY longer than I intended. It’s the first one I’ve ever posted... let me know what you think! Two hours ago, 21 year old Matt tucked his dick back into his black boxer briefs feeling relieved. He was standing in the bathroom of his college apartment and had just finished taking a piss. He wanted to make sure he had emptied his bladder before zipping up into his Halloween costume- a green one of those spandex body suits. He and his three other roommates had decided the night before to each buy one in a different color for last minute costumes. They’d each cut small holes for their mouths, knowing the costume would be pointless if they couldn’t drink at the party while wearing them. Matt slipped his legs into his bodysuit, and got the zipper on the back up as high as he could before walking out of the bathroom to ask one of his roommates to finish zipping him up all the way. Over the last 2 hours, Matt, his roommates and a few friends had been pregaming at their apartment for a Halloween house party they’d be going to. Matt had drank 4 cans of beer and taken a few shots. As he was drinking his fifth beer, someone announced the Uber would be there in 2 minutes to take them to the party. At this moment, Matt felt a slight twinge of his bladder from the drinks he’d had, but figured it wasn’t worth all the hassle of having someone unzip him out of his bodysuit, especially since the Uber was so close. He downed his fifth beer and headed out to get in the Uber with this roommates & 2 other friends they were riding with. Once the Uber let them out, Matt felt another twinge from his bladder that he again ignored as they walked into a packed house party full of friends and strangers alike- all wearing costume much more exciting than his and his roommates. Matt and his roommates went immediately for the keg, and over the next 30 minutes Matt had drank a beer and a half before his bladder sent him another, more urgent signal. Despite the fact he was starting to feel drunk, he took this signal a little more seriously, but still did not feel like “breaking the seal” so early at the party. He gave his crotch a quick squeeze that he tried to disguise as a readjustment and kept drinking. After his 8th beer, Matt could no longer ignore his extremely full bladder. The pressure had grown more and more intense, and he knew that he’d need to find a bathroom very soon or there’d be trouble. After giving his dick a noticeably longer and tighter squeeze than before, Matt walked, bent forward ever so slightly, over to his roommates who’d been in the other corner of the room. Matt wondered if any of them were equally as desperate to pee as he was, as he hadn’t seen any of them stray from the room to empty their bladders. Just as he was analyzing his roommates for any sign of their own need to pee, a wave from his bursting bladder hit him and his hand flew to his crotch while his torso bent forward suddenly. Matt stood upright again, but kept his hand gripped over his crotch. The now constant touching of his crotch, was making his piss filled dick begin to grow. His bursting bladder was bad enough; the last thing he needed while wearing this tight bodysuit was a boner. Rather than ask any of his roommates if they needed to pee, Matt casually asked if any of them knew where the bathroom was. Thankfully, one his roommates, Tommy, did and he offered to show him. Upon hearing this, their roommate Greg shouted out, “Oh thank god! I’ve literally got to piss so fucking bad!!” Matt felt better that he wasn’t the only one, but that didn’t help the fact that he literally felt like he was going to piss his bodysuit. As they started to make their way through the crowd to get to the stairs to head up to the bathroom on the 2nd floor, their friend Jimmy who owned the house, came over and was quite insistent that the three roommates come to the other room to do a keg stand with them. Matt looked nervously at his other roommates, before telling Jimmy that he was sorry but that he had to piss really bad. Before anyone could react, Matt ran off to the stairs, semi-hard cock gripped in hand. Before Tommy or Greg had a chance to also share their need for the bathroom, Jimmy called Matt a pussy and dragged them by their body suits to do a keg stand. As Matt bounded up the steps to look for the bathroom, he kept his hand wrapped tightly around his now fully erect dick while muttering fuck around his breath. When he got to the second floor hallway he was relieved to see the bathroom line consisted of a group of 3 girls, and 2 other guys. Matt joined the line and tried not looking too desperate by letting go of his crotch. When Matt did this, his boner tented out his bodysuit so much that the last guy in line snickered when he saw it. The group of girls entered the bathroom, and Matt crossed his legs tightly and bent over. Both of the other guys in line took notice, but tried not to stare. Matt’s bladder had never been so full and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t make it. Just then, he felt another intense wave hit him, and he felt a jet of warm piss soak into his boxer briefs. He was back to holding his cock again, and was now rocking on his feet while he stood bent over and legs crossed. The girls finally exited the bathroom together, and as the next guy in line entered Matt felt another spurt of pee escape him. There was now a visible wet spot on his bodysuit. Upon seeing this, the guy in front of Matt told him he could go before him. 30 seconds later when Matt closed the bathroom door behind him, he realized he’d made a mistake of separating from his friends. He had no way to unzip his bodysuit to take his cock out! He starting groping at his back to try and get hold of the zipper, but all this movement was just causing him to send more and more spurts of piss into his increasingly wet boxer briefs. Just as Matt was about to give up and fully wet himself, he heard a frantic pounding at the door followed by 2 people shouting his name. He opened the door to see Tommy and Greg looking distressed and panicked. They’d raced back upstairs after being forced into a keg stand, having only added to their full bladders. For a brief instant, Matt was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one sporting a noticeable tent in his bodysuit. It was also then that Matt saw Greg had a basketball sized wet spot on his bodysuit white body suit. His blue briefs underneath were clearly visible. He was jumping from foot to foot and begging Matt or Tommy to unzip as he’d already started wetting while coming up the stairs. They both helped Tommy unzip as piss continued to gush into his body suit, and once free he whipped out his cock and continued in the toilet. Matt, who’s tented cock had also continued to leak into his briefs and bodysuit, then turned around for Tommy to unzip him. Tommy did so and Matt races to the toilet to finally get relief at last. As Matt and Greg stood emptying their bladders, Tommy stood nervously shifting foot to foot, while his piss filled boner twitched from the pressure. A loud knock came from the door, but Tommy sternly explained to the other 2 that no one else was getting in here until one of them unzipped him because he was about to piss himself. Greg finished peeing and went to unzip Tommy as the loud knocking pounded the door again. Greg finished unzipping Tommy’s suit, and Tommy managed to pull off and lower it just as a significant leak sprayed into his briefs. The three of them had finished taking their pisses and tried quickly to dry themselves up while more knocking came at the door. The accepted their fate of walking around the rest of the night with small piss stains. When they opened the door, they were shocked! It was their fourth roommate, Brandon, who hadn’t expressed a need to pee earlier despite looking nervous when the rest of them did. He stood there still stuck in his body suit which was already soaked down both legs, while a steady stream of piss continued to escape his bulging crotch. The four roommates decided the next day that whatever costumes they chose for next Halloween had to have a fly!
  19. This happened a few months back. I regularly fly Bristol to Edinburgh . It's always the last flight of the night and often full of drunken hen/stag parties. Edinburgh is a cool place to go out i guess. This particular evening, the flight was delayed by a good three hours (nothing unusual there). That meant a whole plane load of people sat with not much to do but drink at the bar. I admit, I had more than usual. A good 7 pints. And my seal was well and truly broken. I was peeing every 30-35 minutes. Nor was I alone in this. A hen party, typical in it's loudness and pink tee shirts were keeping a constant stream up of increasingly drunk women to the bar and to the toilets. Eventually though they called our flight. Everyone cheered and headed to the gate. My normal habit at this point is for one last trip to the loo. I know they call it typically 30-45 minutes before you even get on the plane. It might be 60-90 minutes before you can go again. I didn't think of that this time. I had gone to the loo only 15 min before so was convinced I was ok. As we stood around the departure gate the first thing I noticed was that our plane hadn't even landed from its previous flight. In fact it could be seen out the window on final approach. The second thing was the lack of a toilet. Which i knew about but somehow forgot. 7 Pints. At first it wasn't a problem but I could defiantly feel the need. A steady growing in pressure. Not too fussed i thought, I'm a big boy, I can handle this. By the time the previous flight had departed and the plane had been turned around I was at the dancing stage. A very slow shuffle, not quite holding myself but not far off. Around me were people in a similar plight. Especially the Hen party. There was about 12 of them in total, most in jeans and the hen shirts. They were a bit ahead of me in the mass of people but several of them could be heard complaining loudly. The wait, the lack off loos, the lack of a bar, the lack of loos, the slowness of the stewardesses, the lack of loos etc. Despite my own desperate and growing need, I was getting interested. A bit of dancing and a particularly attractive 30 something blond holding herself over her jeans gyrating on the spot. Finally the doors opened though and we spilled out into the night to board. The cold night. Hit me like a rock and I could tell several others were the same. We piled onto the plane, the stewardesses herding us to our seats as fast as they could. I was near the front and in the row ahead of the hen party. Including the desperate blond. As we settled in I was more desperate than ever. The seat next to me was free (I was on the isle) so I was able to grab and hold myself without being too obvious but I was truly desperate. Thoughts of a fateful festival wetting were dancing in my head. I was sure I was about to humiliate myself. As we taxied and the stewardess was delivering the safety demonstration I was locked into a thousand yard state and slow deep breaths trying not to go. I did see her notice my situation and I'm sure I got a sympathetic smile. Behind me I could hear the blonds friends whispering encouragement and telling her to keep holding. We took off, the bumpy runway doing nothing for my need. Got to cruise height. The stewardesses were up preparing the service now. I was simply staring at the seat-belt sign as if willpower alone would make it go out. Then it happened. The ding rang though the cabin as it went out. Behind me I could hear the blond gasp in relief but she was too slow. I was up and moving before she even had her belt off. It wasn't without cost. I was stating to leak a bit now. In-between the waves of pressure, every slight easing causing a dribble. My pants were going to be wet, but my jeans still felt dry. I hobbled, looking like some desperate toddler, right to the front. The sympathetic stewardess saw me coming and stood aside as i practically jumped into the single toilet in the fwd end of the cabin. I could hear and see the blond groan in displeasure as I shut the door in her face. As I was facing the door and away from the toilet I simply pulled my jeans and pants down, sat and burst. God, did it feel good. Even I I peed I was checking my pants. The groin area was wet but not saturated. When I finally finished (to the sound of the blond knocking none stop) i quickly dried my crotch area of my leaks and pulled up my cloths. A quick check confirmed my jeans were dry. A few seconds to wash my hands and flush. Even as I unlocked the door it was practically ripped out of my hands. I shuffled out and the blond shuffled in. There it was. A dark wet patch around her crotch and, as she pushed past me, her bum. And it was growing. Streaks down her legs to he knees before the door slammed shut. After a few seconds her moan of release was heard over the distinct sound of a bladder in full release. Embarrassed, I looked at the stewardess who shrugged at me. I guess she sees all sorts in that job. I felt sorry for the poor woman but I was just glad I hadn't wet myself on a crowded plane. I made it back to my seat (several of the blonds friends glaring at me for stealing the loo first). When she returned a few moments later the blond was clearly mortified. It looks like she hadn't actually made it at all. The wet streaks were to mid calf and her entire ass was soaked. Most likely she simply sat on the loo and peed in her jeans. She was followed to her seat by a few mutters and comments but it was her friends that were the worst. Several laughed at her even as they were jumping up desperately to go themselves. The one sat beside her commented loud enough for several to hear that she shouldn't drink if she couldn't handle it. To the blonds credit, she countered with something along the lines of, "not my first time, probably not my last. And given her friends track record for accidents, was she expecting to make the end of the hen weekend dry" that did shut her and her friends up. I was glad of that at least as I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for her wet state. Even, as I absolutely. Loved. Every. Second. Off it.
  20. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  21. "Richie! Richie!!! Hey!" Panicking, Sean raced after his boyfriend, Richard. He caught up with him and blocked his path. "Babes! Babes-babes-babes! Listen to me. Listen to me, please!" Richard tried to shoulder past, but, Sean grabbed his arm and held him back, making him sigh and look away. . "See, look, I can explain. What you saw back there, it isn't what it seemed like." "An erection is an erection, Sean. And an erection will always look like an erection." Richard was clearly disappointed, but adeptly maintained his calm. "Fine, I admit. I had an erection. But it was just a random one. It had nothing to do with that girl. Honest!" Not buying his alibi, Richard looked away, nodding in disapproval. "Sean, it isn't the first time I'm seeing this happen. It's happened several times before when she was around you. And I know what you feel about her." "Disgust!" Sean shrugged. "Disgust! That's what I feel when she's around." "Do I look like a fool to you? I know what's going on between you. I saw you kiss her that evening." His voice trembled as hurt surged and threatened to explode. Sean opened his mouth to defend himself but had nothing. Unable to meet Richard's piercing gray eyes, he looked away with a cold sheen of sweat glistening on his face. Richard expected another justification. Anything that told him he was wrong. But, he got nothing. His heart pounded, confirming his deep-seated fears. Sean wrung his face and sighed. With a hand on his hip, he worked up the courage to face Richard. "Okay, now that you say it, let me tell you that the kiss meant nothing. It was just a friendly gesture." "A friendly gesture? On the lips?" Richard simply gave him a deep, long stare, one that told him he wasn't buying it, that he already knew the truth. He was being cheated on! "No, on her cheek." "My eyes are pretty good, Sean. I know where you kissed her." "On the cheek," he insisted. "Lips! I saw it." "It was because you saw it from that angle." "It still doesn't justify the erection," Richard fought back. "Told you, it was a random one!" "Keep convincing yourself that!" Saying this, Richard turned around to leave. Panicking, Sean restrained him. "Leave!" He ordered. "Okay. At least hear me out," Sean pleaded. "I have been so far. And it's all been a bunch of lies. Now, leave!" "Okay, I will," Sean said quietly. "At least, let me tell you the truth about the erection." "What!!?" Richard spat back, his teeth clenched in rage. "I... I had to pee." "What?" Richard wasn't sure if he heard it right. "I had to pee." "So!!?" "I had to pee, that's why I had an erection," he justified. "Since when did you start getting erections when you needed to pee?" Richard questioned. He wasn't buying it. But the idea that his boyfriend had to pee, possibly that bad to cause an erection, was arousing. "I always do, more so if I have to go that bad," Sean admitted. Richard held his pout. He couldn't shake off the anger and hurt. "I don't believe you," he shot back. "It's the truth," Sean confessed. "I really had to pee that evening, and I didn't want to take leave, it felt awkward leaving her alone and walking off for a piss, so... I just held it." For a moment, they said nothing. Richard's deep breaths caught Sean's attention. "Trust me, baby, please. It's the truth. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Sean pleaded with his charming, chocolate brown, puppy eyes. "Anything?" "Anything." "Fine," Richard answered after a moment. x-x-x-x-x One evening, a week later, Richard and Sean were getting ready to hit a friend's party. Richard stood before the mirror and adjusted his bow tie. He looked suave in a black tuxedo. As for his boyfriend, Sean, he was busy getting into a royal blue shirt and a pair of slim-fit charcoal gray formal pants. Richard eyed him as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He loved to see him in fitting clothes, especially one that hugged his crotch and accentuated the features inside. He could never get enough of Sean's strong penis. And tonight, he was determined to get more out of it. He fixed a sparkling drink for both of them. Making sure that he wasn't being watched, Richard took out a sachet from his pocket and emptied it into Sean's glass, making the contents fizz for a moment. When it died down, he carried the glasses and handed one over to Sean. "I fixed us a drink," he said. "Great!" Sean replied, looking grateful for it. He stepped back and stretched out his arm. "How do I look?" "Sexy," smirked Richard, taking a moment to eye his delicious crotch. He was looking forward to test his not-so-convincing alibi from the other day. He wanted to see how erect he'd get, especially with the powerful diuretic he'd slipped into his drink. "These pants are a little tight," Sean said and tugged at the fabric digging into his groin. "That's okay," remarked Richard. "Makes you look extra special for the girls." Sean laughed. "You know I have eyes only for you." "Yeah, I know, drink up now, we're getting late." "Right!" Without wasting anymore time, Sean took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp. x-x-x-x-x Half an hour later, they were on the streets, riding in the backseat of a fancy limousine. They had hired the car to be in top form before their friend's guests. It was going to be a grand party at a star hotel. So they were sure to look their best. They were few minutes away from the hotel when Richard noticed Sean shifting. "I'll need the loo before we go in," he confessed. "It's strange, I usually don't get full this fast." Richard looked down, chuckling quietly. He glanced at Sean's crotch, at the way the fabric of his pants were bunched up. Was he getting an erection like he'd claimed? Or is it just the fabric? x-x-x-x-x Few minutes later, they were in the hotel. Sean seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, he was. His need to pee was building, making it harder to hold with every passing minute. "Sean," Richard called out as they hurried along. "I need to tell you something." "What?" "You told me it's strange." "What?" "That your bladder filling up this fast." "Yeah,"he said quickly. He wasn't really bothered about casual talk now. Richard paused mid-way and held Sean back. "I slipped a diuretic into your drink." Sean just stared at him as he took a moment to realize what he was talking about. When he finally understood, his eyes bulged out in horror. "What!!!? Why?" "You promised to make it up to me." "What? Make it up what?" Then, he remembered. "Shhhiiiittt!" "So you'll make it up to me, right?" "Baby..." Sean mumbled. He couldn't take this up now. Not with this kind of urgency. His bladder was filling up super fast, and waiting it out for another half an hour at the max would guarantee wet pants. He knew why Richard was doing this. To bust his alibi of his had-to-pee-erection from that evening. "You said that you get erections when you really need to pee, right?" "I do," he almost begged. "But can we prove that at home one day? Not here? I promise I'll hold it all day for you." "If there's something you need to prove, tonight's the chance. That girl isn't here." Sean sighed. The junction between his groin and lower abdomen ached as his bladder continued to fill up. "Baby, see listen," Sean held him gently. "I know what you mean, but see, I really really have to pee now. I won't survive out there without taking this piss, trust me. And it's going to be a long day." "Fine," Richard shrugged. "I won't stop you. Go and take your piss. But then, it's over between us." "What?" Sean couldn't believe his ears. "No, see, you can't do this." "I can, Sean," Richard was firm. "Hold it for me. Have me. Take your leak and forget me." Sean didn't know what to do. "How long?" "Till we get home." x-x-x-x-x
  22. Author's Note - I am writing this as part of a story trade with @Mad Bladder. They provided a detailed outline - so this fic will be somewhat different from my usual jam. I will post short chapters, scenes, as they get done. The first few scenes don't really have much desperation, but I promise the good stuff will come PS - The story is set against the backdrop of a baseball game. I know zilch about baseball. So if you're a baseball fan, I beg your pardon. Scene-1: I Need That Soda! "Must we?" Paul whined, as Greg stood in his living room giving him a stern glance. Paul loved the man and all, but really, baseball!? "We had a deal. I watch A Walk To Remember with you, you come to a baseball game with me." Well, yes, there was that. But a local park baseball? With only hardcore baseball fanatics around? Ugh! "I kept my end of the bargain." - Greg's voice was so deep and firm. Compelling. How could Paul ever say no to that? "Fine, I'll go to the stupid game with you. Let me get dressed!" Greg had that rakish smile on his face, the one Paul really really liked. Well, ok, he could deal with a little baseball for that smile. "Hurry up, wouldn't wanna miss anything". Paul hurried to his bedroom - what do people even wear to baseball games? Greg was in a light blue jeans and a white T-shirt, but it was too hot for a jeans in Paul's opinion. He put on his black shorts instead, the one which cutely accentuated his butt. May be that'll get Greg's attention! They had been friends since freshman year in college - though they were as different as any two students could be. They had met at a gay bar, probably the only common attribute they had, and become fast friends. Quite a few moons later, they were twenty somethings with jobs in the same city, and still best mates. And somewhere along the line Paul had fallen hard for his friend. Neither of them had boyfriends at the moment, so why not? Well, if only Paul could tell Greg that. Shaking his long mane of brown hair, he woke himself out of his reverie. He threw on his bright red t-shirt and slipped his feet in to his favorite blue flip flops, and then admired his lanky frame in the mirror. Well, that'll do. A quick visit to the en-suite bathroom, and he was ready to roll. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "I want that", Paul was whiny again. Greg nearly rolled his eyes. "You sound like a child" "I don't care. If I have to watch a baseball game, I need that" "Really? A monster soda?" "Yup. One for me, one for you." Paul was pouting now. Greg almost laughed at how cute he looked. He really should just go ask the guy out - but dating your best friend, well, it came with complications. He sighed and bought the king size monster sodas as they entered the park and settled down near the top of the bleachers. The park was semi-empty today, may be a hundred people at most, they could see the houses on the left and the soccer field on the right. The players weren't out yet, so Greg looked around to see if there was anyone they knew. "See, none of our friends watch these stupid matches!" "Baseball isn't stupid Paul! It's actually fun, if you would just stop complaining and watch!?" Paul was pouting again. Did he even know how cute he looked when he did that? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Paul settled down, still pouting. No, he wasn't going to "give baseball a chance" thank you very much. But he had Greg all to himself for the next three hours, and his favorite soda, so life wouldn't be too bad. As the players entered the field, Paul was already enjoying the outing, chugging down the soda. By the end of the first innings, Paul had finished his monster soda and made Greg buy him another from the lone vendor moving around the bleachers. He was watching baseball for him. He surely owed him some sodas! They continued their chit chat, as he stretched his skinny legs up on the empty seat below them. He could feel the soda trickling into his bladder, but he had a large enough one to not worry. He slurrped his drink noisily as Greg jumped up and down at some "particularly good bit of play". As the second innings ended, Paul became aware of the growing pressure in his lower abdomen. His bladder was becoming really full. Well over a litre of soda would do that to a man. But unwilling to end his conversation with Greg, he decided to ignore it. He was barely aware of the need to pee, a 4/10 - he would pee at this stage if he were alone, but he could wait. He would be fine. He casually crossed his long legs and continued sipping the remnants of his second king-size soda occasionally. No more chugging it. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Greg noticed Paul's legs - crossed casually ahead of him. He looked pretty relaxed, but an hour after chugging that king size drink Greg's own bladder was pretty full. Paul had chugged two - could the leg crossing mean something more? "Ugh! That soda is going right through me" Greg commented casually, hoping to draw a reaction from Paul. "I wish the toilets weren't all the way out near the gates. I wouldn't mind running out for a quick whizz, but we are not missing this game!" "Yeah I know. I have to pay for my rom-com, right? Ugh! I know you actually enjoyed A Walk To Remember! Be a man and 'fess up" Paul wasn't biting. "Yeah, like I know you're enjoying this match. Isn't it awesome? Though I wish it were less eventful - I would be rushing to a loo right about now" Greg baited the trap further. He wanted to know! "How 'bout you?" "I am bored. This is sports you remember?" Paul smirked Greg rolled his eyes. Clearly, Paul wasn't biting. Which also meant he probably didn't need to pee at all. Paul did always have a large bladder. He decided to just enjoy their time together - they really hadn't found too much time to meet up lately. But as the vendor came by again after the end of the fourth innings, Greg decided to give his luck a shove in the right direction ...
  23. hey so i wrote this very self indulgent disaster and i thought i'd post it here for other people to indulge in. its homestuck in 2019, its kinda shippy, its 100% unfinished and just drops off at the end. its ART. no its not ALSO i take custom fic commissions. this little number is almost 6000 words and would cost about 50 bucks. ill write anything except ageplay. ------- Kankri finally permits you to accompany him to a film. One film, Cronus, so make it a good one. Compromise is only reached after promising to go with him to the store afterwards to stock your meal vault with something other than “heaps and heaps of sugar.” You’re so pleased he’s relented to going out in public with you that you’d let him fill your whole hive with Vantas-approved hyperorganic, ethically packaged and sampled food. Before you leave, Kankri makes you wait patiently for him to “make the place presentable.” He intends to cook and needs a spotless radius of thirty feet at all times to do so. You don’t consider yourself someone who lives in filth but he spends half an hour scrubbing anyways. The Vantas-Maryams must live in an antisceptic tank. Waiting on the couch makes you sleepy to the point that you begin to doze off. When Kankri rouses you you blearily chug an energy drink so you don’t fall asleep during the film. At the theater, the electric blue of the slushie machine is persuasive enough to justify dropping a few bucks on an extra large. You get Kankri a soda as well even though he expresses his disinterest. He has to have the classic movie theater experience including soda and and a big bag of grubkernels. Just as you get comfy in the dark theater your abdomen distantly twinges. You probably drank a stupid amount right before watching a movie, but hindsight twenty twenty you suppose. You aren’t worried enough to refuse finishing the last half of Kankri’s drink when he refuses it. Halfway through the film, regret is catching up with you. You’re pretty sure Kankri will never want to do this with you again. He is reasonably absorbed in the plot and, ever the polite movie watcher, he hardly acknowledges your existence. The chance of him picking up on your discomfort is low, you think, however you really have to pee. It’s making you jumpier than you already would be. You’ll look like an idiot if you get up; Kankri will question why you took him to see a movie if you were going to leave for part of it, and you don’t want to admit to needing to go badly enough to get up. So you don’t. And you’re fine. You nervously chew on the straw of your nearly empty drink (which is so huge, that’s really all inside you now oh God) and try to shove the need to the back of your mind. You’ll run to the trap after the flick and be done with it then. For now, you just have to wait. Something about that thought makes your junk tingle pleasantly. You briefly contemplate an alternate scenario in which Kankri is cognizant of the growing tension between your hips. You cross your legs as casually as possible and tense up against the pressure your jeans put between your legs and against your stomach. It feels good and makes you hyperaware of how firm your abdomen has gotten. You want to shift your thighs together and chase the feeling but Kankri would chide you for squirming. Your cheeks prickle at the thought. Being vaguely horny entertains you for a while until it really starts to get bad. You miss the last twenty minutes as you are too busy agonizing about how stupid you were to drink so much and how it’s all just sitting in your gut and your bladder and it’s only going to get even worse you drank so much. You’ve never been so happy to have reached the end of the movie when you do. You aren’t someone who spends a lot of time with your bladder so full; you’re really getting close to a level of urgency that you aren’t happy to be out in public with. Kankri rises, brushes himself off, and shares his thoughts as you try to walk calmly out og the theater. “Well, that was alright I suppose. I’d rather just wait to watch something at home next time, though. It’s uncomfortable to be around so many other trolls, and the whole “theater” concept is rather gimmicky. I really think they’re simply more breeding grounds for bacteria and indecent behavior… That said, I’m not unhappy I came.” “Me too, doll.” You hardly hear anything he says. You really need to piss and you aren’t the only troll who does. Your bloodpusher sinks through your feet at the sight of the lines for the traps. They stick out the doors and trail down the halls. You can’t justify waiting in that without admitting the intensity of your need, and you don’t want to stand around waiting for so long. You’ll just wait to be home in fifteen minutes. “Ugh, there are far too many people in these kinds of places, Cronus. Next time I get to pick the location. Perhaps the library?” “Sounds nice, chief.” You feel swallowed up by the trolls around you, stuck in the middle of the crowd and really needing to be somewhere private. Kankri weaves through the crowds faster than you. He waits by the exit with his hands on his hips. “Let’s go to the store and get home.” Fuck! You try not to stomp your foot in frustration. “Right, the store. Cool.” He’ll only berate you for being impolite and irresponsible if he finds out, so you won’t be obvious about it or make him wait for you. Besides, you don’t want him to think you’re too weak to wait until you get back to your hive. Ahh, your stomach feels so round and full, almost like you need to support it with your arms. You take a moment to be glad you wore your big jacket so you can hide your swollen melon of a bladder. The pressure on your pisshole remains dull and throbby, ever present but not impossible to live with (yet). As you walk the sensation burns worst at several epicenters, one between your legs, one across your abdomen and one deep inside your nook. Your slowly emerging bulgetip throbs headily, responding to the mounting internal pressure. You. Have. To. Pee. “Cronus!” Aw, shit. Kankri sneers in your face with his hands on his little hips. “I feel like a broken record, but you really never listen to a word I say! Do you have soundproof padding instead of a skull?” He firmly raps his knuckles on your sternum as though knocking on a door. The vibrations travel down your core to deep inside your nook, behind your desperate bladder. You struggle not to wiggle away and groan. “Sorry, Kan. Lead the way. ‘Splain as we go.” You promptly run out of sentence-structuring juice. Luckily for you, he takes you up on your suggestion and guides you by the left elbow. “I gotta pee so bad,” you moan under your breath. “What did you say? Stop mumbling.” FUCK stop saying your own thoughts aloud! You shake your head, regretting ever opening your mouth. Kankri sighs heavily. “Don’t interrupt me, Cronus. Anyways, we’re picking up some ingredients at the market so I can make us a proper meal. Don’t slow me down.” Oh no, not a problem at all chief, you won’t be slowing anyone down. You’re bordering on frantic. Your fangs are floating. Alright Chief, these trains of thought are lookin’ to crash into each other. You got this! Don’t think about it. You’ll help Kankri track down what he needs so you get on the shuttlehusk as quickly as possible. Then you can sit down, cross your legs, and immediately after you’ll be home. Of course, the only store Kankri deems enterable is the furthest from the station. Hope lights up in your soul when you reach your destination. Maybe you’ll find relief in here, somehow. “How can I help out, pal?” Your heart sinks when he responds by handing you the basket expectantly. Follow him around as he ponders about what specific size of green leafy thing to buy, is what he means. Not a problem for you, of course. You simply are incapable of staying still so you shift your weight from side to side while Kankri browses vegetables. You’re a little afraid that if you stood still you might immediately begin to lose it in your pants. Cool flush races up your throat to the tips of your ears as you dwell on the thought of losing control right here in the middle of the aisle, in front of Kankri. Your body begs you to relax and let it release buckets all over yourself and where you stand. The thought makes your nook clench and your pisshole spasm. Suddenly you feel numb between the legs. For a gut-wrenching second you can’t tell if you’re wetting or not. The basket hits the ground immediately as you shove a hand into your crotch. Your jeans are damp. Your legs slam together and you bend over in a panic. You’re actually wetting yourself in public. Please no, no, not here man this is such shit! You spring up like a frantic jack in the box and stamp your foot to regain control. Kankri, bless him, missed your humiliating performance. He returns from the next aisle with an armful of grubshells. “Hello? You alright back here?” You have to wonder how a lowblood so small can talk as though he is so high above you. “I’m just fine, chief,” you manage. “Stubbed my toe.” Kankri’s scathing doe eyes glance you up and down. He almost looks like he’s smirking at you. “You are such a baby. Try to keep up.” “Yes Boss,” you grumble. Bending over to pick up the basket makes your thighs shake. If only Kankri was as desperate as you, he wouldn’t be so aloof. Biological needs are downright incapacitating when as urgent as yours. You’d like to watch Kankri struggle to stand still long enough to pick out his ridiculous groceries, knowing that under his perfectly pressed sweater he’s aching for something so classless and primal. Something that even he can’t deny himself of forever. You’ve hardly seen him enter an ablution block, let alone desperate to go. Kankri’s tiny frame can’t possibly hold that much, you reason. He must be pretty anal about it, as he is with everything, to make sure no one ever sees him so undone. You wonder if he’d crack under the internal pressure and admit his need to you or if he’d try to keep it entirely hidden and inevitably hit that point where, no matter how hard he tried, he would end up making a mess of himself. The fantasy soothes your own need long enough to make it to checkout; however you doubt Kankri would ever be as careless as you as to get into this kind of situation. Furthermore, you yourself are nearly at that awful, humiliating point. Carrying the groceries to the station for is almost unbearable, but Kankri seems to expect you to do it therefore you do without complaint. Every step jostles and constricts your bladder. Kankri doesn’t seem to be walking as briskly as usual; perhaps you have to go so badly that time is slowing down around you. Mercy shines her glorious light upon you via your train home’s headlights appearing as soon as you reach the platform. You board the train with haste. Oh, lord, the train. It’s not packed, but it’s crowded. You need to find something to sit on and grind against or you will lose it before you get off the train. A small tug at your elbow. “There’s a seat here, Cronus.” Kankri is your savior, you’ll never talk smack about him again. You sit down immediately with your purchases on your lap, away from your stomach. Your jeans cut into your abdomen, ripping the dearly anticipated moment of relief away from you. Kankri takes his purchases from you while you squirm into a more comfortable position as subtly as possible. To your shock and horror, he does not choose to sit in the seat to your right but instead in your lap. Since when does Kankri Vantas sit in your lap? On public transport? You gesture incredulously to the empty seat. How are you supposed to fidget around with him in your lap? “Oh, good idea Cronus.” He places one of the bags on it and the other between your feet. He sits sideways on your shuffling legs, one hand wrapped around the aisle pole for stability. You chuckle nervously. “Woah there, since when were you okay with this kinda stuff?” He leers down at you. The bag in the empty seat next to you rustles. A couple of your fellow passengers are giving you distasteful looks, but no one seems to make anything of you other than an unusual and obnoxious red pair. “It’s crowded, Cronus. We take up less space this way.” Bull-fucking-shit. You squint-eyes at him and he rolls his. One of his arms wraps around your shoulders and he leans into you, putting more pressure than you can stand on top of your stomach. Immediately you worry you’re going to lose it full-force onto your seat. You hiss and dig your nails into his waist. “Babe, I love this an’ all, but please-- get off me!” Kankri looks at you in a way that makes you nervous. “Hmm? Why? I thought you liked P-D-A.” Shame spills over in your gut, but you have no creativity right now. You have to confess the truth. Looking down, you quietly confess your plight. “I do, I do, I just gotta piss, man. That’s all.” Kankri pauses a moment for you to add anything else you might have to explain yourself, then smiles at you patiently. “I know.” His tone is noxiously sweet. You gape at him in horror but he ignores you and gazes out the window. You want to set yourself on fire. He’s known the whole time. Kankri glances down at your face and cracks an amused grin. Oh God, he’s mocking me. “Is something wrong?” Kankri laughs softly and leans in close again. His breath is hot on your ear. You try not to groan in muddled desperation and embarrassment. “No, nothin’. You just aren’t helping me at all by sittin’ on my lap. You’re, um, squishing me, y’know?” Kankri’s arm comes down between you and rests threateningly over the swell of your distended bladder. “Squishing you?” He leans into it, watching you carefully. Neediness punches you in the gut. You bounce your knee frantically and try not to moan loud enough for anyone else to hear. Your bulge begins to unsheathe and press against the fabric of your jeans. You clench a fist in Kankri’s sweater and breathe out unsteadily. You have to go so badly it’s difficult to breathe deeply. Kankri is about to force you to make a very public, very pissy mess of yourself. He must see the realization on your face, because he pulls back and pats your shoulder amicably. “You’ll be fine, dear. We’re almost home.” How dare he patronize you. Hate and love and lust and shame dissolve into each other and make your nook drool. You give up fighting him only because you need to fight a bigger battle right now. Your bladder throbs and you grit your teeth. You will make it to your hive without disgracing yourself. You just have to focus. Kankri’s hot breath on your face is very distracting. “You’ll be fine,” he repeats as his small hands press with surprising firmness against your stomach. Curling away from him gets you nowhere but trapped against the back of your seat. “You really looked like you might not be alright, though, back at the store. I asked you to hold the basket to test your composure. You were dancing around like a child.” Kankri speaks as though he is observing you for entertainment. You fight so hard not to whine. Your fins, which are surely bright purple, shudder and droop. Your nook clenches and your bladder screams. He’s got to be exaggerating just to get at you; how does he think his is helpful? You’re certain that the little sadist doesn’t. The train stops for longer than usual at one stop and Kankri takes the seat next to you as the car finally empties. You perch at the edge of your chair and jackhammer your knees with your hands gripping your thighs. You’re about to try and get off the train to find a bathroom when it starts up again. Just as well, if there wasn’t one available right off the platform you’d have to wait for the next train home in soaked clothes. Kankri places his hand on the small of your back. The gesture is comforting for a moment until he curls his fingers in two belt loops and tugs the waistband of your jeans back against the swell of your bladder. You crumple in on yourself and try not to wail. “Sit properly, Cronus. Goodness.” You nearly die from how embarrassed you are. At least you’re alone in the car now, you are no longer able to stay still. You try to steady yourself, thighs pressed together and the unsheathed third of your slick bulge throbbing, but you just can’t find any position that gives you the relief from the intense pressure between your legs that you desperately want. In a pathetic search for anything to help you hold your overstuffed bladder, you shove your arm between your legs and grind your crotch into your forearm. You are so sensitive but so desperate. Kankri tsks. “You aren’t doing a very good job of remaining composed, mister charming. What if anyone else was in here?” It is the physical reality that you can’t keep it together at the moment and you just hate him for insinuating that it should be easy. You’re utterly bursting. A harsh shiver runs down your spine and catches in your gut. Nausea washes over you and a moan bubbles up in your throat. The next thing you know, you’re pissing yourself. It takes a second for you to process that you’re really pissing. You’re just going and you can’t stop or slow down. So much is stuffed inside of you that it doesn’t feel like you are, but wetness forcefully shoots into your pants with an audible hiss. It races out from between your legs and around your thighs. Panicking, you jump to your feet and double over, gripping yourself and pissing right through your fingers. Kankri makes an alarmed sound. “Oh my God, Cronus stop!” “I’m trying!” You want to yell at him but it comes out as an unsteady moan, almost a sob. You manage to shut the stream off despite how badly your body begs to continue releasing. Your inner thighs are soaked down to your knees and one wet stream streaks down around your right calf to your ankle. You lock your legs together and wipe your piss stained hand the dry part of your jeans, the pair that you are so pleased are black. “Fuck me,” you groan. Least that would help me hold. You slap your mental self. “You made a mess of public property,” Kankri oberserves quietly. The disdain in his voice is diluted by something else, shock perhaps. He’s right; your seat has a wet spot the size of your splayed hand and the floor beneath your feet is splattered with your leaks. Your face feels like it must be solid violet. “I can’t do anything about it,” you mumble. You quickly sit down and pop the button of your jeans. It makes very little difference. Your bulge thrashes for more space, but there is none just as there’s none in your bladder. You swallow heavily. “I just. I jus’ couldn’t. Kan, you don’t understand how fuckin’ bad I gotta go. I dunno if I can, if...” Humiliation eats up your words and clamps your jaw shut. Kankri’s warm hand on your shoulder feels much more reassuring this time. “But you’re still enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, eyes trained downwards on the movement in your wet jeans. Your throat chirrs involuntarily because he’s right. “You’re going to be fine. There’s only one more stop until ours.” He rests his hand very gently against your stomach. “You won’t make a public spectacle of yourself because you know I’ll never speak to you again if you do.” Your only response is a pleading whine. He kisses your cheek, leaning somewhat awkwardly in order to avoid touching any part of you near your accident. “I know you’re strong enough.” He doesn’t sound like he really believes that you are. Despite the rising chances of being doomed, you rock diligently back and forth in your seat for the remainder of the trip. You will not pee yourself. It proves even harder to keep your gates locked up once they’ve sprung a leak, but you won’t pee yourself. Occasionally Kankri gives you murmured encouragement, but mostly you feel him closely watching you in thoughtful silence. His presence alone feels like disgracing yourself in front of an entire schoolfeed. You squirm under his sharp gaze but you’re swimming up to your fintips in piss and there isn’t enough room to try and avert his stare. Finally, blessedly, the train pulls into your station. You leap to your feet and vibrate impatiently in front of the car doors waiting for them to release you from your tormentous prison. Kankri hovers at your side. He seems a little humiliated to be seen with you, but he can stuff it because no one on Beforus feels more humiliated and needy and disheveled than you in this moment. The train doors part and you dart onto the platform only to be overwhelmed by the crowd of trolls around you. You have to go so badly you can hardly see. The only thought in your head is so full, so full, so full. You dither, paralyzed in all directions by the pressure, until Kankri grabs you by the arm and tugs you forwards. You follow him willingly and pray that he leads you somewhere you can rip your nasty jeans down and let go in a frantic rush. Kankri does not lead you immediately to a trap or an alley or a gutter or a damned shot glass. He guides you indifferently out of the underground, deftly avoiding as many trolls as possible. You freeze before the stairs, convinced you won’t make it up. Kankri pats your arm. “Forwards, Cronus. You can make it.” You feel liquid re-soaking your jeans with every other step all the way to the top but ignore it because you’d rather mostly make it than take too much time to compose yourself and gush everywhere right here. “Fuck me Kanny, jus’ fuck me I gotta piss I can’t do this--” He slaps at your shoulder. “Hush, we’re nearly there! You are acting like a wiggler!” You hadn’t realized you were whining aloud. You snap your jaw shut and exhale heavily through your nose. One day you’ll cut your tongue out and never embarrass yourself again. “‘M not a wiggler, I’m fine. I’m fine! Let go of me,” you demand. “Lemme just fucking go in the alley up there--” Kankri comes to an abrupt halt, his hands a vice grip around your bicep. He elbows you straight in the abdomen. In the middle of the pathway from town to your hive, you have to knock your knees together and try to ram your fingers against your pisshole to keep all two-something liters of liquid inside. The thick fabric of your pants and your pulsing bulge get in your way, and all you succeed in doing is shoving your junk up against your drooling nook and leaking around it. “Kanny, please--!” He glares at you dead in the eye, clearly unimpressed. “Did you understand me, Cronus? Stop making a spectacle of yourself and be quiet.” You glare at him through frustrated tears. He looks back at you impassively. The bright flush on his cheeks softens his expression, however. You give in to Kankri because you cannot hold it and fight him at the same time. “Understood Boss, now please let’s go. Please.” You mime zipping your lip shut and step from foot to foot in hopes that Kankri takes pity on you. He does. Your hivestem comes into view and you lose another gush that shoots down the inside of your legs. The crotch of your pants is saturated and dripping. Your trap is so close, a gate and two doors away. Everything between your thighs throbs painfully. Your bulge thrashes; relief is going to feel intoxicatingly good. Your bladder pounds like it’s full of molten metal. When you reach the gate, Kankri lets go of your arm. You wrench it open and stumble in the courtyard of your trash hive complex. Your ground floor dwelling calls to you like an old friend. Panting, you root in your too-tight pockets for the key. Each one comes up empty. The key is not on your person. You groan and double over. It’s too much. You look up at Kankri. He stands stiffly, arms crossed. “Key, Kanny, please!” Kankri sighs heavily and begins sifting through the grocery bags. He searches slowly like hes trying to make you lose it on purpose. “You didn’t think of this earlier? Maybe you don’t really have to go that badly, if you can plan to wait a few extra moments.” You ball your hands into fists and whine. Why does he have to mess with you? Your abdomen feels hugely distended and tight. You can not stand up even close to straight. Utterly, frantically desperate. That is how you would describe your current state. “Kankri I am literally pissin’ myself, please unlock the fuckin’ door. I know you have the key.” You wish you weren’t so obviously pleading with him. “I’m merely teasing you, since you’ve made it so easy to do so.” He dangles the key in front of your nose. “I found it, you’re welcome.” Oh thank God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You snatch it out of his hand, turn around to ram it in the lock, and turn it. With a soft click, you open the door. You do not get so far as the first step inside. Your body locks up as the door swings open and your muscles give out all in one awful instant. Piss explodes into your clothes and waterfalls down your legs. Nothing in the world, save magically sealing yourself shut, would stop your bladder from emptying into your boots and onto your doorstep. The relief cuts right through all the shame. You whiteknuckle the doorframe and buckle in at the knees because you feel too overwhelmed to hold yourself up. You can’t help moaning loudly as you watch your jeans glisten and the vaguely purple puddle under your shoes rapidly spread out. You are wholly drenched in seconds. “Oh, goodness,” Kankri whispers, voice caught in his throat. “Oh man,” you babble. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t kidding, Kanny. I’m sorry just I can’t…” your breath hitches. “I can’t stop.” Your legs shake so badly you have to sit down on the steps, in your own puddle, still uncontrollably pissing. You bury your face in your hands and finally, completely give up. Your fins flutter as you gasp to fill your lungs, trying not to whimper like you’re crying. There’s so much fluid in you that it takes an endless two minutes for you to fully empty. You’re a moaning mess before you’re halfway through it, hips rocking needily. Your piss-slicked bulge writhes in your pants, searching for stimulation. It’s disgusting for you to allow yourself to be reduced to a piss-soaked whore grinding against your own clothes anywhere, let alone in public right outside your hive. You don’t see anyone when you glance around, but you aren’t exactly quiet. You desperately want to run inside, but your legs refuse to move as urine pours out of you. As the stream finally begins to lessen you look up at Kankri through the blur of tears and rake your mind for something to say. He stands over you, purchases forgotten on the ground. He breathes shallowly through his open mouth and looks over his shoulder warily. “Look at this mess that you made,” he finally says, reaching down to run his hand through your hair. “That you are.” His eyes examine you up and down and settle between your jammed-together thighs. He cautiously nudges your knees apart with the toe of his shoe and you nearly cream yourself when you realize he’s examining how soaked you are. “I never thought I’d see you be so disgusting, and you’ve done a lot of things I find gross.” “Kanny,” you groan, hips canting forwards despite your efforts to stay still. “Don’t look at me like that, fuck.” The side of his shoe brushes your inner thigh and you shiver. His nose wrinkles in distaste. You can’t blame him; you’re well and truly soiled. “Like what? Like you’re a whore?” The title stings so much more coming from him. You moan and your bulge twists in the confines of your tight pants, which when fully swollen it is far too big for. Kankri tilts his head as though curious. You feel like a sample under a microscope and look away in shame. You don’t know where to go from here. If he doesn’t back off, you’re going to cum in the clothes you just wet. Kankri’s foot suddenly presses up between your legs, squishing your bulge in your soaked jeans. You yelp and reflexively try to scoot away but he follows you over the threshold, grinding the sole of his shoe against your crotch from heel to toe. Your hips roll greedily into the touch and you bite your lip to stay quiet. If any of your neighbors walk by, you’ll get evicted royalty or not. The look on Kankri’s face is unfamiliarly domineering and controlled. “You really are a bit of one, Cronus. It’s alright. You made it further than I thought you would. Of course, I’m incredibly appalled by your current state and lack of foresight. At the same time…” he grinds his heel down and you keen. Your nook spasms. You fight to keep your wet knees from touching him at all. “At the same time, you did the best you could, didn’t you? You well and truly lost control of yourself.” He clicks his tongue. “I knew how badly you had to go since the theater. You are truly horrendous at pretending you don’t need to attend to such things. I kept being certain you were finally about to beg me to help you find the facilities, but you never purposely dropped any hints.” So much for getting away with your moment in the market. Kankri gestures to the puddle around you. “I suppose I can forgive you for acting like such an indecent fool given how much you were… preoccupied with.” Your chest buzzes with muddled pride and shame. You really did hold so much for so long. Kankri’s shoe grinding on your filthy jeans stings raw, but you can’t help pushing into it. His tiny mouth curves into a smile. “Tell me Cronus, how much better do you feel?” “So much,” you gasp, hips jerking when his shoe shifts over your bulge. “Fuck Kan, I was so full.” “Oh? And what are you now?” Your nook aches for something inside of it. You duck your head shyly. “I…Empty.” He covers his mouth and laughs silently at you. “Your eloquence is astounding.” His foot pulls back and you whine, try to chase after it, need it back. You’re soaked and disgusting and spent and so very close to cumming. You need him to give it to you. Your arms shake so badly they barely hold you up. His “Kan, you were g’nna make me cum,” you manage. He looks a little taken aback by that. “You’re so depraved, good Lord. I should make you clean this up right now and then go home.” You feel like bursting into tears. “Nnno, no, Kanny please-- Please.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Shush, you’re so whiny.” You bite your tongue. He sighs, seeming to relent a little. “I shouldn't be rewarding this behavior.” At last, he firmly slots his shoe between your legs. “Thank you,” you gasp. “Fuckkk.” Your voice warbles off into a moan that threatens to alert the neighbors. Kankri sneers and leans more weight into you. Your eyes roll back into your skull a little. “Don’t you dare get too loud,” he hisses, “or I’ll be out of here in an instant and leave you locked out like this.” He shoves forwards and twists his ankle, and you feel the end rushing up on you. “Fuck, fuck, please Kan, I’m-- I needa-- Please!” You look up at him, teary-eyed and open, and beg to cum as quietly as you can. Your voice pitches all over the place and your chest heaves. Kankri tsks. “You want to make even more of a mess of yourself? Fine.” He very nearly kicks you in the bulge, the little shit. “Hurry up.” His foot grinds against your bulge and nook at the same time. Your hips snap frantically a few times until you cum with a violent shudder down your spine that ends in your nook clenching almost painfully around nothing. Pleasure rips through you like a punch in the gut. Slurry floods out of your convulsing nook and into your already ruined jeans. You collapse against the wall an absolutely hopeless, shaking mess. It takes you a moment to realize you’re pissing again. You didn’t know you had anything left in you. Kankri huffs and promptly scrapes his shoes off on the dry pavement, fetches his groceries and the key, and lets himself into your apartment. He leaves the door open for you. As soon as your legs steady enough you shuffle inside and slam the door behind you. Kankri’s left a towel for you on the knob of the ablution trap. You stumble gratefully into the tiny room and sink down to the floor of the shower, clothes and all, resolutely ignoring the load gaper you sorely needed five minutes ago. With a shaking hand you turn the water on and let it wet what little of you isn’t already soaked. When you get the stability back in your knees you stand and peel your sopping clothes off. Your abdomen is sore and your nook still aches to be filled. Another residual leak runs down your thighs, much colder than the water of your ablution.
  24. ntiu_123

    Holding now

    Haven’t taken a piss in 5 hours. Stuck in traffic and dying to pee since the past 1 hour. No access to toilets anytime soon and no cups or bottles.. no trees. Holding my dick so hard. If I don’t get to a toilet very soon, I’m going to piss my pants. Wanna peeee!!! Any tips to hold on? Gotta go so bad! Rocking and edging on my seat
  25. Today’s Long Pee Hold Today started like any other. I got up at 8:30 AM, peed had breakfast including two mugs of tea and orange juice. I booted up my computer checked e-mail, paid bills etc.etc.. Before I knew it was 12:30 PM, by this time my bladder felt sort of full, I needed to pee. But now business out of the way it was playtime, so I opened omorashi.com. I had not planned to hold my pee today, but here I was enjoying reading posts and responding .As always in this situation I was not going to pee. Another three hours slipped by. I had not gotten out of my chair since I sat down , so I had nothing to drink since breakfast, but I had not peed either .By this time my bladder was starting to bulge and feel very uncomfortable , but I didn’t yet feel it anywhere else. This is less than I expect after not peeing for seven hours. By 4:00PM I felt the first wave of desperation, and I started to squirm and grab myself until it passed. I decided then I was doing a hold until I couldn't. A half hour later the waves of needing to pee became more intense and frequent. I could really feel the pressure building in penis. I got off the computer after eight hours. To make things more difficult, I decided to do the two days of dishes in the sink. Having sat for eight hours the shift in gravity upon standing, and putting my hands in very warm water, quickly made my need to pee extreme. My bladder was starting to hurt and my entire penis constantly felt full of pee. Whenever the pressure at my pee hole felt like my pee was about to come out, I either grabbed with my hand or squeezed my penis between my legs. Near the end of my task, this was almost constantly. I enjoyed the sensation that I was about to pee myself, but I remained dry. My intention was to pee in the shower, but I thought I still could hold some more. I wanted to do some reading, so I got undressed and laid down on my back on my bed, for over an hour. At first all went well but by 6:00PM I was experiencing one wave of desperation quickly followed by another. I was holding myself almost constantly. There was strong pressure at the base of my penis to the tip. It was pee swollen as well. As each wave passed the pressure at my pee hole grew more intense, and, as it passed the pressure settled higher than the previous one. I wanted to finish the chapter now before giving in. It was difficult to focus on my book, constantly holding myself, pee about to come out. I love that feeling; hold on just a few more pages. However my bladder had different ideas. The first leak came around 6:25, 9 hours since I last peed. I experienced several leaks in the next 5 minutes. I peed on my hand, and a bigger leak landed on my thigh and ran onto my bed. I could feel the wet spot in the sheet, and not wanting to get the bed wet, knowing I had pushed it as far as I could; I got up and went into the bathroom. I expected to lose it as I adjusted the water, but I only leaked a little. I began showering, somehow maintaining control, except for a few minor leaks. As I washed my body, I paid particular attention to my bladder area. It felt rock hard, and very full. I gave it a gentle push, which hurt, and I experienced my biggest leak yet. I gave it another gentle push, and my pee exploded from my penis. I peed hard for a good 10-15 seconds, much longer than my average leak or spurt, and I thought I was losing it entirely but with the pressure eased I stopped peeing. I still had to pee very badly though. Nevertheless, I maintained control until near the end of my shower. My bladder knows when I hold through the shower I permit myself to empty it in the tub. Suddenly the desperation was back. I tried to hold on, but after the next leak, I just let go. I experienced a very long gratifying pee.