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  1. (Note:This is my first attempt at a Male Desperation Story) In the middle of a forest covered by Purple Fog,The Princess of Hyrule was busy backing away from a possesed Young Link. Zelda nodded to herself and casted Din's Fire on the possessed Hero. Young Link caught on fire and was sent flying. He landed on his feet and stared at Zelda until he collapsed. The possessed Young Link then turned into dust as a spirit flew out of him. Zelda then looked in front of her and saw the REAL young link on top of a Pillar. He had his eyes closed and his body was tied up by a blue glowing rope. Zelda used her magic to destroy the rope and free the Young Hero. Zelda got Young Link off the pillar as he slowly started regaining his consciousness. "Link?" Young Link opened his eyes and shook his head. "Are you okay?" Zelda asked. She held her hand in front of him and helped him get up. Young Link nodded until he noticed where they were. He looked around in confusion as he wondered what location they were in. "Don't you remember? We were fighting Galeem,But he obliterated us..." Young Link gasped as he remembered what happened. He lowered his head,a sad expression visible on his face. Zelda placed her hands on his face and made him look at her. "It's okay,Link. We'll save the fighters...I promise." Zelda let go off Young Link and turned around. "Come on,Shall we reunite with Kirby and the rest of the saved fighters?" The silent hero nodded as he started following Zelda. Upon taking his first step however,Young Link felt a slight twinge in his body. He could feel his bladder being a bit full. He was completely frozen and unconscious while he was being tied by the ropes. So until Zelda freed him he didn't feel anything. Young Link doesn't know how long his been out cold. But one thing was sure,His bladder filled during that time. "Link?" Young Link looked at Zelda,Who stared at him with a concerned expression. "Is everything okay?" The princess asked. Young Link nodded and continued to follow the princess. They started walking around the forest,but they couldn't find the exit. And all the Purple Fog surrounding the forest didn't help. "Oh no..I think we might be lost" Young Link jolted a little upon hearing this. "But i'm sure we'll find the exit. Let's go,Link!" Link nervously nodded and started walking forward,with Zelda following him. With each step he took,he could feel the pain in his bladder. "Link? Are you okay?" Link turned around to see Zelda once again looking concerned. "Is something bothering you?" the princess asked as she had a finger on her cheek. Young Link nervously shook his head as they continued walking. a lot of minutes have passed and the two Hylians have had no luck finding a way to leave the exit. The two stopped and while Zelda looked around,Young Link as fidgeting. Unfortunately,as soon as he turned around he saw that they were standing next to a flowing river. Young Link let out a grunt and crossed his legs. He quickly realized how loud that grunt was and turned to Zelda. "Link,is everything okay? You've been acting pretty weird." Young Link just nodded with a blush on his face. "Well...We've been looking around for a while now. Shall we rest? I think this is a good spot." Young Link was against the idea,But he didn't want to say no to the princess. He reluctantly nodded to the princess and sat down next to her. the two stared at the river...well,only Zelda was staring at the river. Young Link was trying his hardest to look at anything other than the river. Young Link placed his hands between his legs and looked at the forest. He thought about answering Nature's Call, as all the fog in the forest would make it impossible for him to be seen. But he was a bit embarrased to tell the princess. Unfortunately,the princess seemed to have noticed it. "Hey,Link?" Young Link removed his hands and faced Zelda. "Could it be...Do you need to relieve yourself?" Zelda asked as she placed a hand under her chin. Young Link started stuttering a bit until he heard a loud explosion behind them. The two hylians got up and saw a multiple clones of Young Link holding Bombs. A clone threw his bomb at Young Link,but he blocked it with his shield. He was a pushed back a bit,causing him to briefly lose control of his bladder. Zelda quickly casted Din's Fire on the clone and destroyed it. Another Clone threw the Bomb at Zelda. Zelda grabbed Link and teleported out of the way with Farore's wind. Once they reappeared,Young Link grabbed his Bow and Took aim at another bomb. He fired the arrow and caused the bomb to explode and destroy the clone. Young Link then grabbed his sword and ran towards another clone. He started slashing the clone repeatedly. He then thrusted his sword forward and destroyed that clone. Another clone jumped behind him and prepared to strike him as he turned around. But Zelda used her magic to destroy the clone. The two hylians looked around and sighed. "Excellent Job,Link." The princess said. Young Link smiled until his bladder sent him some signals. He quickly placed a hand between his legs as he felt his full bladder. "Umm...If you really need to go.." Zelda said. Young Link looked at Zelda with Embarrassment. "You could go behind one of those bushes...After all,with all the fog around...I don't think anyone can see." Young Link hesitated for a bit. "Don't worry,I'll stay here and keep an eye out for enemies." Zelda said. Young Link nodded and ran towards the bushes. As soon as he found a tree that was out of Zelda's view,he lifted his tunic and pulled down his shorts a little. He pulled it out and hesitated for a second until some drops escaped. These drops slowly turned into a powerful stream that darkened the tree. Young Link couldn't help but sigh as he released all the pee he's been holding. He looked behind him and saw nothing but fog. He continued to pee as the dirt beneath him slowly got wet. After what seemed like half a minute,Young Link let out a few more drops before pulling up his shorts and letting go off his tunic. He once again sighed as he was glad he finally managed to let it out. He exited the bushes to see Zelda turning around. "Feeling better?" Young Link nodded. He then went back to the river they were at and used it to wash his hands. Zelda walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shall we continue?" Young Link nodded with a genuine smile. The two Hylians started walking away from the river and they continued their walk until they found the exit of the forest.
  2. SeverusSnapeFan

    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.
  3. I was browsing through old stuff I'd written when I came across this. I don't remember when I wrote it or for what purpose, and it's not really a story so much as it is the introduction to one. There's not a whole lot to it, but hey, I liked it and figured I might as well share what I did end up writing. Note that this story is written from the first-person perspective of one character; this isn't an actual experience or anything. It's all fiction. --- My girlfriend is amazing. Perhaps extraordinary would be a better word. I've always been pretty laid-back and relaxed about things. I find that life is too short to worry much about the small things, especially if they're not enough to really cause a bother. I mean, I know that there are probably some guys who would have problems with the fact that their girlfriend is stronger than they are by a large margin, or that she has some kind of power that you don't understand and can't really comprehend. It can be scary to look at things like that, but from my perspective, I just think of it in terms of "My girlfriend can really kick some ass" and I'm proud of her. When your girlfriend is the kind of heroine who's out there busting her ass to keep megalomaniacal creeps from ruining things for everyone, it seems to me that a little humility is in order anyway. I don't have a problem with indulging in her kinks and desires, being on the bottom during sex once in a while, and being the one who wakes up every morning to make the coffee. I enjoy the current state of affairs, and as of late, there haven't been many crazy people thinking they can get away with grandiose shit. Thing is, if they knew what I knew, they might get away with more. Yeah, my girlfriend is super strong, amazingly resilient, sharp as a tack and amazing in bed, but she's got one really huge weak point. A weak point only I and someone else know about. Let's be honest here - I'm kind of a pervert, and so is she, we've got some fetishes between us that are probably well out of the mainstream, but that doesn't ever stop us from having fun. What she doesn't know, however, is that I know her weak point, and as of late I sold knowledge of it to someone who's been having me make use of it in... creative... ways, ever since. This morning would be no different, as I opened my eyes, put on my glasses, and paused for the minute or so it would take me to build up the willpower to get out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. The knowledge of what I was going to do, however, made that much easier, and as carefully as possible I eased out of bed so as not to wake her up, slipped on some clothing and tiptoed down into the kitchen, where I had left my phone charging. While I filled the coffee pot with water and got a filter and grounds out of the cabinet, I turned on my phone, and checked it for new messages. The one I had been hoping to find was there. Stakeout today. Give her an extra dose - M. I admit, it's probably a bit strange for someone to get an erection from making coffee. It wasn't just the making of the coffee that aroused me, though - it was the coffee-like substance that I plucked from a hidden corner of a spice cabinet. I took two pinches of the fine powder from the pouch and added them to the coffee, then poured in the water and set the pot in place as the coffee began to drip. You see, my amazing girlfriend's one big weakness is her bladder. Not that it's weak - not by a long shot. Her bladder is more like one of those containment devices for nuclear waste. Nothing leaks out of it for like, fifty years, unless someone tampers with it. In this case, the person doing the tampering was me. I was hard as a rock by now, but thankfully as a male I could write this off to normal morning wood and not look suspicious in the slightest. The coffee brewing, I tiptoed back up the stairs, checked the clock, and kissed her on the cheek gently, whispering in her ear: "Come on, babe. Time to get up." The short blonde hair shifted slightly as she rolled onto her back, letting me see her cute face with eyes still closed, and I kissed her again on the lips, this time met by a tongue which quested out from her mouth and tried to gain entry to mine. That was definitely no sleepy reflex kiss. "Already?" she asked with a sleepy murmur, and I nodded, despite the fact that her eyes were still closed. "Shit, I have to piss. I had too much to drink last night." Though I always would steer her towards bed when she'd been drinking and get her to sleep without visiting the toilet, my girlfriend's iron bladder had yet to burst in her sleep. But she almost always woke up with a throbbing need to go, and reluctantly she threw back the covers, giving me a glimpse of her curvy body and luscious big tits, which I couldn't help but grope as she sat up in bed, evoking a soft sigh of pleasure. "Mmm." I distracted her further with another kiss, sucking firmly on the side of her neck, sitting behind her and letting her feel the pressure of my hard penis against her back. "Damn it. Is it going to be the stakeout today? Still no word?" she asked, referring to her partner who took the night shift, and I nodded, giving her shoulders a quick rub. "Shit. I've gotten up all horny... fuck." "Coffee will be ready when you get downstairs," I said, giving her a swat on the butt. "I'll start making us something to eat." Gingerly, she rose from the bed, and openly holding her crotch she started to waddle slowly towards the bathroom. No leaks that I could detect, running my hand against the sheets where she'd been sitting, and again where she'd been laying down as she slept. That's my girl. Still hard as a stone, I considered jerking off before going to cook, but decided against it. She'd likely be gone all day, and I would have plenty of time to entertain myself. Walking more normally this time, I descended the staircase, and went back into the kitchen, opening the fridge for some eggs and bacon and untwisting the twist tie on the loaf of bread. Percolating away steadily, the coffee pot was about half full at this point, and I heard the bathroom door shut, then the shower turn on. I smirked; she's so proud of her giant bladder that it would be just like her to force herself to shower before using the toilet. I doubted she'd pee in the shower. The thought of her grabbing her crotch and bending double as the hot water streamed all over her body kept me hard, and I started cracking some eggs to make scrambled eggs and bacon. The shower ran for about ten minutes, ten minutes that I could only imagine were pure blissful torture for my girlfriend the heroine. You see, while she can hold her piss like no one's business, it definitely has a... weakening effect on her to be so full. After she lets go, she recovers soon enough, but coupling her pride together with her immense holding power means that I can get away with quite a lot of shenanigans. Of course, I was going to be drinking this coffee too, and I'd probably be wetting like the dickens all day. Difference is, I'll be able to walk fifteen feet to the toilet and relieve myself immediately, while she's going to be who knows where maintaining a constant vigil on some boring building or what have you, with only her aching bladder for company. If I was in her place, I'd probably be wetting my pants three times at the least, because my bladder is tiny as hell and holds maybe a few thimblefuls before I lose it. When the coffee finished percolating, I poured a big mug for each of us, and setting out a plate with some eggs, bacon, toast and a small butter dish, I set her place first and then continued to work on my own breakfast. Like I said, I'm comfortable with this role reversal, especially when it means I get to fuck with her this much. The shower had stopped, and the toilet flushed, and soon enough she came into the kitchen dressed smartly in a business jacket and skirt. Power attire. "You're the best," she says, flashing me an amazing smile, and I kiss her as she sits down for breakfast. "Today is going to be boring as hell. I can't even use my smartphone because it might set off some sensors or something. All I'm going to have is a book and thoughts of you to get me through the day." Then she gave me a downright evil grin, and I knew I was about to be in for something. Between scrapes of the butter knife on the toast she laid out her ultimatum: "You've got the world's biggest morning wood today. I don't want you jerking off at all until I get home. Got it? You know I'll know if you do." And she would. Immediately I realized I was facing a very long day myself, because thoughts of her desperate suffering would be with me the entire time she was gone, keeping me in a state of perpetual hardness. I pouted as I set out my own breakfast, but watching her drink her coffee with gusto while she attacked her breakfast distracted me from objecting too much. We made small talk over the table for another fifteen minutes or so, and I glanced at the clock. Still ten minutes before she had to leave, and she was starting to squirm in her chair. If I didn't distract her, she'd probably go pee again before leaving, and that wouldn't be any fun... hell, I had to pee, too, but being hard kept the urge down for the time being. Sometimes being a guy has huge advantages, and as I stood up to clear my plate and make like I was going to take hers, I suddenly leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, hard enough that she started to moan gently and thrust her tongue against mine. Breaking the kiss after a minute, she gave me a grin, cheeks flushed rosy red, and winked. "I love getting a goodbye kiss," she murmured, standing up, but when she did so I suddenly pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, my erection rubbing lightly against her thigh, through my clothing and hers. I could feel how her legs were shifting uncomfortably against one another, an echo of how my own bladder was starting to protest and a hot pressure was growing at the base of my penis. I wasn't kidding myself - if she really didn't want this, then she could have pushed me away with about as much effort as it takes to push one's chair in. Or judo-thrown me to the floor so hard it would break bones. The only reason I was getting away with this is because she was letting me. Thankfully, it distracted her from her throbbing bladder, and when I pressed up against her she ran her hands against my back and shivered, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure as my fingers massaged her breasts lightly through the white button-up shirt. "Yes... yes, oh, fuck... mmm, yeah... shit... I really... mmh... it's almost time, I have to..." I glanced at the clock, distracted her with one more long kiss, and then broke away with a grin on my face - one that was actualy hard to maintain because my own bladder was starting to scream with discontent, but if I wiggled around it might make her recall her own situation, and risk a quick bathroom break before heading out. "We'll continue this discussion when I get home," she said with a wink, and as I walked her to the door for one last kiss, I inwardly rejoiced. Once she got in the car, there would be no pee breaks for... shit, I didn't even know how long. "I'll look forward to that," I promised. "And I won't masturbate." She nodded, acknowledging her power to forbid me from self-gratification with just a word, and then made her way to the car, legs wiggling just a little bit as she did. Maybe, I thought, as I saw her get in the car and drive off, maybe it's fucked up and messed up and wrong or whatever, but it seems like sometimes our relationship is built on mutually fucking with each other. Shit, I had to piss. Once her car was out of sight, I hurried back into the house and walked quickly to the toilet, only to realize I'd gotten hard again, and I did a stupid-looking pee dance in front of the toilet with my cock out and bouncing up and down, begging for release but too damn stupid to get soft so I could pee... had I somehow missed her spiking my drink with Viagra again? I sure as hell hoped not. This was going to be a long day...
  4. The Dedication For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this 🙂 The Desperation Scale I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee? 5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way 6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way 7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do. 8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see. 9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned. 10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission. The Story Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe. And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate. But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder. What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none. Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose. He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth. The Desperate Cry for Feedback You know the drill 🙂 Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing? I am always looking to improve my writing!
  5. Răzvan2000

    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. CoffeeDrinker

    male wetting Wet in a Rental Car

    Due to some changes in plans, today I had rent a car to get back to my home for work tomorrow morning. Fun solo trips are few and far between for me, but still I wasn't planning on doing a true hold or pushing the boundaries. Once I got on the road I was making incredible time and decided to see how fast I could get home -- which meant no stopping. The drive was a little over four hours and I stopped for a large coffee at the outset to compliment the can of coke I had already grabbed. About halfway through the drive I was already feeling some urgency and knew this was going to be tough, so I resolved to stop at the last rest stop before entering my city. Unluckily for me, I ended up stuck on the wrong side of a stream of large trucks with no way to get over to the rest stop exit. Can't honestly say I tried all that hard to get over, either :). Once I missed that stop, I was basically committed because there's no easy way to stop between there and my destination. Soon after missing the rest stop, my bladder started to hurt. Rarely in previous holds have I felt pain like this. I was actually actively trying to dribble some out to relieve the pressure, but couldn't get anything to come out. I pulled into a toll booth and when they told me the total, I dropped my wallet on the floor fumbling for cash. I was in tears when I got back upright because it hurt so bad, and still nothing. It seemed to me that since I couldn't get any spurts to come out, this might be a true dam burst if I couldn't last. I fished out a towel I had packed in my bag in the passenger seat and put it under my butt. I was starting to fear that I was doing real damage to my bladder. Twice I reached for the coffee cup, but both times decided traffic was too heavy to try and control the car and pee at the same time. With about 20 minutes to go until I got home I started to get some hope that I would indeed make it dry, but it quickly turned to disaster when I felt an unexpected really nice spurt come out that caused a baseball size spot on my crotch. The relief was incredible and I took a deep breath and relaxed with the lessened pain. Almost immediately I felt the main event begin to happen. From my toes I felt a spasm begin and gradually build strength inside me. It got to my bladder and my whole midsection bore down with incredible force and I started PISSING so hard there was a visible stream coming out from the front of my jeans. It went on uncontrolled for probably 10-15 seconds before I could stop it. I was wet, warm and feeling so much better. Until I realized how wet the towel under me was. And then I reached under the towel and felt how wet the seat under me was. When I got home, I pulled into my garage, got out of the car and (surprise, surprise) finished my accident standing there. I got cleaned up, grabbed a fan and am now trying to dry this wet spot on the seat before I have to return the car in a few hours. Wish me luck!!
  7. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum 🙂 ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise 🙂 But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  8. Mickey

    Brave New World

    This post doesn't actually start the story - I couldn't find a way to make this story work without giving out a background first, so here it it. In this post, we will choose our characters - I like writing double desperations (gives both male and female desperation fans something to enjoy), so we have to create one man and one woman, and then throw them in to the Brave New World. I will wait for at least three votes before I continue this ... and will probably update only on the weekends (Hopefully there are at least 3 people interested, and I don't have to abandon my first interactive :-P) The World There have been some scientific discoveries and environmental degradation with the net result being human pee has been recognized as the best fertilizer. So bathrooms everywhere have become unisexual (because let's face it, who'll upgrade two sets of toilets when you can upgrade just one?) and fitted with new urinals, which collects the pee and processes it for the farmers. The urinals are low enough for women to comfortably squat over, and after the initial resistance, men and women both have come around to the new order of things. And of course, wasting this useful fertilizer by peeing anywhere except an urinal has become a criminal offense. Not just your average drunk and disorderly either. It carries a fine of up to 50% of your annual income and a jail term of up to 3 years or both. Jail has never been awarded, but is a real threat anyway.However 10 years after the changes came about, people are perfectly happy with the arrangements actually - no more reports of mass female desperation because they were unwilling to "expose themselves at the urinals" and what not. And no one complains about having to "hold it" till you reach a proper urinal. There are enough of those, and everybody should do their bit for the environment after all.But nothing lasts forever, does it? The happy state lasted only till the scientists went and made another discovery - the best fertilizer is produced when the bladder is at least 80% full. But normal human beings start feeling the need to pee at just 50%. By 75% full most people would go out of their way and pee. And yet, only at 80% full does the body produce the particular proteins which makes for a better fertilizer. After that, the longer you hold, the better fertilizer you produce. So the scientists started lobbying for regulations to encourage people to "hold on" and "eliminate unnecessary peeing".Of course that led to chaos. Someone invented a bladder-o-meter that could tell you pretty accurately how full you were, in less than a second. Some environmental fanatic fitted a couple of bathrooms with these - the bathroom doors would open only if your bladder was at least 80% full. The general public was outraged and vocally protested their "right to pee". The government was caught in between and didn't know what to do.Ultimately, as usually happens, an uneasy consensus emerged. A bladder-o-meter would be installed on every toilet door. It would scan you to determine how full you are. But it won't close the doors on you - if you're not 80% full, it would only gently remind you to do your bit for the environment. You could choose to ignore the advice and go in, or you could come back later. No judgement, or so they claimed.But it would keep track of your bladder percentage every time you do choose to go in (and believe me, there were plenty of protests from the privacy activists; but since when does anyone hear them anyway). You can log in to a website to see how full you are on average when you do pee. It would maintain this data for a whole year, awarding bonus points if you hold particularly large amounts, and deducting points if you consistently have an average of less than 80%. So yes, your right to pee had now been gameified, with actual cash prizes for the "best holders". And these weren't prizes to sneeze at either - the government had to show it took the scienctists seriously!And of course some people/companies would start using your bladder scores in the way banks use your credit scores to "measure your virtue". They won't call it so, but so it is. So you better be good at holding.6-months in to this regime, the chaos is still on in full force. But people must adjust as best as they can.The characters The characters are a man and a woman, both in their mid-20s. Old enough to remember the days when you could just pee in a toilet, but young enough to have bought on to the "do what is best for the environment". You can choose, for each characterName:Looks: Height (), Body Type (), Hair color (), Skin color ()Bladder capacity: Small (fills to 80 in 2 hours), Average (4 hours), Large (7 hours), Extreme (12 hours)Shyness: Shy (hates admitting they need to pee), Average (will admit to a need when desperate, but hates going to the bladder-o-meter to find they are below 50% or such; that's just embarrassing), Not at all (will check their fullness at every chance)Friends or dating? Best friends, not sexually interested in each other/Best friends, interested in each other/DatingThe scenario:We will follow these two on a day out. You'll get to choose what they drink (and how much) and what activities they do. To start with, they've both woken up (in their separate houses/dorms) and plan to meet for breakfast at a local cafe. You choose, for each character Bladder percentage:Do they pee before leaving the house:What do they order for breakfast: Voting Rules --> The scenario with the most vote wins, obviously. You are allowed to change your vote. I will count the last post. If you are allowed to "create your own scenarios" I will mention it specifically :)
  9. As in the title, I was sitting working at my desk, getting slowly more and more desperate to wee....feeling the urge building slowly over time, growing from a tingling to a strong and desperate prickling urge. At various points I took little videos and photos of it.....I hope they all work, uploading from an iPhone. There is a video of the end, but it’s peeing, not wetting so not sure how popular it would be here....? E06892CB-DB1B-4AF2-BB1F-FA6EF34C70FB.MOV 43EFCB7C-8E37-428B-A5D1-F7DF968AB714.MOV 42890FAD-DF98-42D9-9074-93E4A7CD2C2A.MOV 28014925-4D01-4B52-AD5B-EC62AC60CEC0.MOV
  10. Alas, this doesn't involve actual wetting, but I just stumbled across this when I was reading today and thought the second to last panel might be relevant to someone's interests. The idea of Peter Parker desperate to piss in front of Iron-Man and Captain America is the stuff of dreams. Obviously, not my own work and the credit goes to writer Dan Slott and the artists and editors listed here. My apologies if this isn't the correct place to post this.
  11. wettingman

    Pee Dream Becomes Real

    Usually when I am desperate to pee while sleeping I dream that I am endlessly hunting for a toilet. I finally find one in some out of the way place; it is old and, in poor condition, but due to my desperation I go anyway. But since I did not really pee I get no relief, and start the process all over again. Last night was different. I dreamt I was in bed and had to pee very badly. I was lying on my back knees up and my feet flat on the bed. I was squeezing my dick with my hand both of which were between my legs, for added leverage. Then I awoke, feeling that my bladder was extremely stretched, and I actually was squeezing my dick and rapidly squirming my legs back and forth, pressing them tightly together on my hand /penis trying to hold in my pee. The “dream” was actually happening. My dick was pee swollen and the pressure at my pee hole was so intense, I knew I was about to start peeing. As much as I enjoyed that sensation, I did not want to wet the bed, something I have never done. I jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, squeezing myself the entire way. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I felt warm wetness on my hand, and a lite patter of pee hitting the floor. I let go as soon as I approached the toilet and had a long and powerful pee. Damn that was close.
  12. Man desperately dances around in a diaper before wetting it. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  13. Thudmaster

    malefemale Hot Male Pants Wetting

    Man stands in front of camera battling desperation until he loses control and wets his pants. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  14. jayjay5

    malefemale At the swimming pool

    I went swimming recently and did my usual 1 and a half hour swim. I had a vague need to pee at the start but I ignored it. I think partly because I couldn't be bothered to deal with it, partly because the lanes were busy and didn't want to pee in the pool and have someone realise and also, really, because I wanted to have some fun with it. I love the desperate walk to the bathroom and the orgasmic feeling of finally making it to the bathroom, with perhaps a few spurts lost along the way. About 20 minutes before the end of my swim, my need to urinate seemed to spike. Perhaps it's because I was getting tired or maybe because I knew I was nearing the end. I found myself occasionally stopping at the end of a lap to squeeze my legs together and keep everything in order so I could carry on. I didn't want to hold my crotch because I didn't want to be too obvious about it and also I was wary of another imminent problem if too much touching was going to happen, a problem that would certainly be difficult to hide when getting out of the pool especially the way my shorts end up clinging to me. I got to my last 8 lengths and I was getting a bit worried that I'd actually end up wetting myself in the pool and I wouldn't get to have any fun with the predicament I found myself in. After one more length, I simply had no choice but to give my crotch a quick squeeze. I felt a jet of pee escape and I knew I had to get back to the other end and cut my swim short or I wasn't going to get to have that amazing feeling of release in the toilet. I got to the other end and gave myself one final squeeze to ease the pressure before I hurried up the steps and out of the pool. I grabbed my towel and walked out of the room in one swift motion. I say walk, but I don't think my walk was classified as such. There was certainly some squirming involved. To get to the toilets, you have to walk through another pool area and then around the changing rooms (design flaw!) As I got into the other pool area I sped up significantly, about half way around the pool I felt another jet of urine add to the already dripping wet trunks I was wearing. This was shortly followed by another and yet another as I walked into the changing rooms. At this point, I realised that I was fighting a losing battle and that I had seconds to make it all the way to the other side of the changing rooms. I began to speed walk, or speed hobble, in an attempt to get there. That was when I started to lose it. I felt another jet escape, quickly followed by another, longer jet. I shoved my hand into my crotch and massaged, trying to stop the flow. It worked temporarily but I knew there was no way I would make it into the toilets, the urine was already dripping down my leg. I saw a few shower cubicles about 5 metres in front of me and saw my opportunity. I ran. Just as I got to the door, I completely lost it. I felt my pee spraying out of my crotch as I fumbled with the door and the drawstrings of my shorts, all the while, I had a suspiciously large puddle forming under me as I had members of the public walking past me, making me all the more frantic. I somehow managed to get in to the shower cubicle. I slammed the door shut and ripped my shorts open, I managed to get myself out just as my stream began to ease and taper off. An unintentional but totally unavoidable wetting! Thank goodness I was in swimming trunks!
  15. Despguy123

    malefemale Desperate Kitchen Porter

    After my first year of uni, I had a summer job working as a kitchen porter/dishwasher in a hotel restaurant and almost every shift I ended up absolutely desperate to pee with a very full bladder, all because I had too much to do and no time to take a toilet break. The kitchen was hot so I'd end up drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated and had to hold on for absolutely ages, and all the water gushing out into my sink certainly didn't help! I actually ended up bursting to go towards the end of my very first evening shift on a busy Saturday night. I had been needing to pee for hours and when I finally had the chance to go for a break after the restaurant had closed, I realised that I didn't actually know where the toilets were. I ended up having to ask the head waitress where they were which was very embarrassing, and she actually seemed a bit surprised that I had been waiting for so long. I was moving from foot to foot and jiggling a bit so she probably knew I was desperate to go. The next day I was working a full Sunday shift. I arrived around 10am to wash the breakfast dishes and clean the smaller breakfast kitchen, and then I had to go straight to the main kitchen with no time for a break in between. By this time, I was badly needing a pee after drinking lots of water during the morning. When I got to the main kitchen there was a huge pile of dishes waiting to be washed and the lunch rush was just beginning. I continued drinking lots of water despite my steadily filling bladder so by the time the lunch rush was over several hours later I was absolutely bursting to go, but I still had lots of plates to wash and the entire kitchen floor needed sweeping. By now, I could hardly stand still and had to dance from foot to foot to take my mind off my very full bladder, jiggling and bending over while washing up, the sound of the gushing water tormenting me as the minutes ticked past. The chefs had already left so I was mostly on my own in the kitchen, but one of the waitresses walked past and noticed my obvious desperation as well as the huge pile of plates still to be washed. She smiled at me sympathetically and said 'Oh dear, you're stuck here!' and I blushed with embarrassment! Eventually I finished the plates and quickly got to work sweeping the floor. My bladder was absolutely aching by now with several hours’ worth of pee waiting to be released, and I was frantically trying to finish my work so I could take a break and finally go to the toilet. I even undid the clasp on my tight black work trousers as they were pressing snugly against my rock hard bladder. At least now I was moving around and wasn't being tormented by the sound of running water, but I was so desperate to piss that occasionally I had to stop sweeping and reach down under my apron and hold myself, bend forwards, cross my legs or bounce on the spot. When I was finally finished sweeping the kitchen, I still had a few smaller things to do before I could take my break. I stopped for a moment and took the opportunity to reach my hand down under my apron and give myself a long, hard squeeze through my trousers, bending forwards and sighing in frustration. I straightened up, turned around still holding myself and was surprised to see the manager of the hotel, a very friendly and attractive blonde lady in her 40s, standing a few feet away checking the staff rota, and she was looking straight at me! I blushed and quickly stopped holding myself. I had not heard her come in and wondered how long she had been standing there, as I had assumed I was alone and had made no attempt to hide my desperation. She smiled at me warmly as I walked over to her. “Hi, are you OK?” she asked, even though it must have been obvious that I was absolutely desperate for a pee. “Yeah... sorry, I just really need the toilet, not had chance to go yet” I said shyly, moving from foot to foot, blushing even harder at having to admit my desperation to her, and she looked surprised. “Oh have you not been yet? You must be bursting, go to the loo lovey!” she said sympathetically. Despite my embarrassment, I decided to be a bit cheeky and hold on a little bit longer. “It’s OK, I’ve almost done in here. I probably work faster when I’m bursting for a pee anyway”. She laughed and replied “Well in that case, I'm sure you can hang on until you're finished!” I set to work finishing the last few little jobs, my bladder throbbing, absolutely aching to release. I tried to work as quickly as possible, occasionally stopping to bend over or hold myself when the manager wasn’t looking. It was quite exciting to be trying to finish my work quickly while absolutely dying to pee, and knowing that my manager knew that I’d been holding on for hours. After a few more minutes I was finally done. I stood there jiggling and shifting from foot to foot as I struggled to undo my apron, quickly throwing it onto the hook. She was stood right in the doorway to the kitchen working on the rota, so I had to walk past her to get out. “All done?” she asked as I walked up to her. “Yes, thank god! Can I go to the toilet now?” I asked jokingly, crossing my legs and jiggling on the spot. She smiled at me and I thought for a second she might actually say no just to tease me (I actually sort of hoped that she would, and make me wait even longer!) “Yes of course you can go love, quick!” I thanked her as I squeezed past her before making my way very quickly to the toilets, holding myself again as I ran up the stairs. There were no staff toilets in this part of the hotel, just a single cubicle for men and another for women, and as I walked as quickly as I could down the long corridor, I really hoped that it would be vacant! Thankfully it was, and I muttered “Oh thank God” as I hurried inside, locking the door behind me. I yanked down my zip, pulled out my dick and immediately let loose a strong jet of pee into the bowl. My stream gushed into the water, echoing loudly around the cubicle and could no doubt be heard from the corridor outside. It went on and on, and it felt so good to finally pee that I groaned with relief as it poured out of me, relishing the feeling of finally releasing my bladder after hanging on for so many hours. I was going for probably over a minute, and when I was finally empty I sighed again before zipping up my trousers, finally able to do up the clasp now that my bladder was no longer rock hard.
  16. I've posted this before, buried in the comments and spread across a couple of posts in the School desperation sightings thread, but I kind of think it deserves its own thread (yes, very big headed of me!) So here we go. One of my most desperate experiences from school was being really bursting for a pee during a concert one evening. I used to play in the school band and we were one of the first to perform, so that left me free to enjoy the rest of the concert. Halfway through there was a short interval, and I thought I'd better go for a pee as by now I needed to go quite badly. I hadn't peed since a couple of hours before the concert started and by this time it was about 8pm. I'd had a big cup of tea and loads of water earlier, so my bladder was starting to get really full. I made my way to the toilets but there was a massive queue, so I decided to join my friends in the canteen where the teachers were handing out cans of fizzy drink. I ended up getting distracted and 15 minutes later, the teachers were hurrying us back into the hall. By now I had finished my drink and still hadn't had chance to pee! There wasn't time for me to nip to the loo so I walked back into the hall with everyone else, dying for a pee and faced with holding on for another hour at least. The next 45 minutes or so were very uncomfortable to say the least! Although I really needed a pee, I tried to focus on the concert and forget about the building pressure in my bladder, fidgeting in my seat to try and find a comfortable position. Every so often I would glance up at the clock, biting my lip and wishing time would speed up! However, with around 15 minutes to go I was absolutely bursting, and was starting to doubt whether I could last until the end. I was constantly squirming around in my seat, running my hands over my thighs and pressing down over my crotch to help me wait. I wished I could squeeze my cock through my trousers but I couldn't risk being caught by the teacher sat next to me, an attractive older lady who was quite strict. Time was going so slowly, and I was struggling to concentrate on the concert as by now my bladder was rock hard. I was absolutely desperate for a pee by now, just longing to get to a toilet and relieve myself. I thought about asking the teacher next to me if I could go, but I was too shy, not to mention we were sat right in the front row at the furthest side from the doors. To get to the loo I'd have to walk past every single person in the hall, and I was far too embarrassed. I decided to just hang on, grit my teeth and keep my muscles tight until the concert was finally over and I could pee. That was the longest 15 minutes of my life! There I was, sitting there with my bladder absolutely full to the brim and dying to relieve myself, right in the front row with no way to escape. At least while the bands were performing it was quite dark in the audience, so I took the opportunity to squirm around and squeeze my dick every so often to help me hold on. One of my band mates was sitting next to me, a very good looking girl in the year above me, and I'm sure she noticed me holding myself and was giggling with her friend. I didn't care by that point, all I wanted to do was make it to a toilet without soaking my grey school trousers. At one point, I was fidgeting so much that the teacher sat on the other side of me told me off, and asked me to sit still. I blushed and apologised to her, wondering if she knew why I was so fidgety! When the final band played, they finished with an upbeat rock and roll song ('I believe in a thing called love' by The Darkness, actually!) and we had to stand up and clap along. I really didn't want to, but the teacher sat next to me gestured for us all to get up and dance along. Although bouncing up and down was hard when I was on the verge of peeing myself, at least I could dance from foot to foot and squeeze my legs together, and allow myself the occasional cock squeeze when I felt myself about to leak pee into my boxers! Finally, the show was over, and I watched anxiously as the head music teacher stood on stage to thank everyone for coming. I was dying to rush off for a pee, but as we were right at the far end of the room, there was a huge queue to get out. I stood there bobbing on the spot slightly and shifting from foot to foot, holding my dick as discretely as I could, much to the amusement of the two giggling older girls next to me. As it was taking so long to get out, the teachers opened up another set of doors which were on our side. The problem was that these doors led to the school yard and away from the toilets. Not wanting to brave the crowds in the corridors and the inevitable toilet queue, I went out the doors to the yard and hurried across to the building next to the sports hall, hoping to use the toilets in there. As I jogged to the doors, I started to leak pee into my boxers, and I hoped more than anything that they were unlocked. Of course they weren't, and as I pushed against the locked door I swore in frustration. I felt a couple more leaks escape and I bent over, squeezing my dick like mad through my trousers. Luckily it was dark outside by this time, and this part of the school was poorly lit, meaning that nobody could see me bending and squeezing in utter desperation. It was no use, if I didn't find somewhere to pee soon, I'd be doing it in my trousers! Seconds away from soaking myself completely, I hurried around to the back of the sports hall where the bike sheds were. My heart pounding, I blushed at what I was about to do, but I had no other choice - I couldn't hold onto my pee any longer and it was starting to come out! Gripping my dick tightly with one hand, I jogged over to a dark secluded corner. I felt some more leaks escape, and felt the warmth as they dribbled down my leg. With shaking hands, I pulled open my fly and took out my dick, leaking even more pee into my boxers. I pointed my leaking cock at the wall and started peeing straight away, groaning with sheer relief. I was peeing and peeing, going for ages, my stream splashing hard against the wall, and I let the amazing feeling of relief wash over me as I finally got to pee after hanging on for so long. After finally relieving my poor aching bladder, and leaving splashes of pee all over the wall as well as a huge puddle on the concrete floor, I checked my trousers and boxers. My boxers were soaked with large damp patches of pee, and there were a couple of smaller patches on the crotch of my trousers, but luckily they were dark grey so not too noticeable. I zipped myself up and walked back to the main building to see my mates, secretly enjoying the feeling of my soaking wet boxers against my dick.
  17. Peeplaycouple

    female Rockfest experiences

    So I had mention a few weeks ago that boyfriend and I were going to Rockfest - a 3 day long rock music festival. Think Coachella but with less frilly clothes haha anyways I had promised that I would share some of our experiences we had so here it is 😊 .. let’s see 🤔 well for starters it’s a 4 hour drive to get to our destination, but there was tons of construction and morning rush hour traffic so the drive was even longer (almost 6) In the first 1.5 hours I drank an XL coffee, and a large iced coffee PLUS a bottle of Gatorade before we left. We brought extra towels because I made a rule we weren’t allowed to pee until we got to the festival without permission from the other. Well I had a severely full bladder, like a 9.5/10 and we had gotten lost by this point. We stopped at Canadian Tire to ask for directions and my bf gave me permission to use the bathroom (if they had one) but that I would owe him. Almost immediately after getting out of the car, my bladder started leaking, once both feet hit the pavement I felt the first spurt and cry from my failing bladder. I rushed to the store entrance and an elderly man stops dead center in the door of the only way into the store. Another small leak, I polightly said excuse me - nothing, then I noticed the hearing aids. Another spurt and I can feel my pants now, not just my panties and damp. I tapped his shoulder and finally got by. But now I can’t find the bathroom, and ask an employee - she doesn’t speak any English of course 🙄 (we were in a province where they speak French) I finally managed to find the bathroom and by this point my jeans were starting to get quite wet but I made it to the bathroom before I completely lost control. Thankfully I planned ahead and was wearing black jeans! another thing I really enjoyed was how few bathrooms there was at the festival. 200,000+ people, all drinking and partying and all we had were porta-potties. They got really bad really fast so as you can imagine, people just started skipping the porta-potties. Men and women everywhere just peeing when and where the need came - Omo heaven! And also watching people, complete strangers, squirm and dance when they were waiting for a bathroom. I only saw one accident, but I’m sure there was lots more. Also standing In a crowd of thousands of people doing naughty things like wetting my skirt because I didn’t want to use the gross bathrooms. Grinding and oh so discreetly fooling around with my bf in the crowd we also like public/risky sex. So having sex in our tent, surrounded by so many people was exhilarating. All the ‘windows’ were open and it was very easy to see us, we could hear people talking about us as they walked by. I know there’s more but I just got home from work not too long ago so I’m having a hard time thinking of more at the moment
  18. katie-kelly

    Kinky friend carol.

    A number of years back, i went with hubby to visit my friend, Carol. As soon as we arrived, hubby was given a beer to drink and also Carol's husband. During lunch, hubby was then given another beer. what i noticed is Carol packed things up pretty quick after lunch as we were going to wonder round the shops. The upstairs loo was occupied and i think she wanted us out the house before anyone had a chance to use it. She kept the downstairs loo locked, and seemed to be checking how much beer was left in hubbys can....like she was planning to "fill him up" Anyway, after an hour and half of shopping, we had a coffee. She managed to slip off for a pee while we were ordering, but hubby saw where the loos where tucked away and followed. She didn't seem all that happy about that. I'm pretty sure she was hoping to see him desperate, but on this occassion the plan didn't work. I always wondered about her, whether she could be into this fetish.
  19. Ron squirmed slightly in his seat as McGonagall announced free study. Damn! Normally, Ron would appreciate it, but McGonagall’s free study rules state that if anyone talked or even raised their hand, she would assume that they couldn’t keep busy, and she would assign something really brutal for everyone in the class. He didn’t want to be blamed for THAT (again) but... bloody hell! He had to pee! But he could hold it, surely. He was a 6th year, after all. And Lavender was in this class, not to mention Malfoy, the git of all gits. Yes, holding it was the only option. He would NOT pee himself in front of his girlfriend or Malfoy. A half an hour later, he wasn’t as positive. Fanning his legs a bit when McGonagall wasn’t looking, he was close to needing to grip his cock in order to keep it in, and he’d be as loony as Luna before he grabbed himself like that in class! He HAD to keep it in! A tap on his left shoulder startled him, and he bit down a curse as he did what he just swore he would never do to keep it in. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he saw that it was Hermione next to him. Shit. Not now. He’d rather have Lavender witness this than her. Not that he’d ever admit it. “What?” he hissed. Hermione smiled innocently. “Nothing. You just look a little uncomfortable, is all.” She whispered, making sure McGonagall didn’t catch her talking in class. Then she’d lose the points she got last class. “I’m fine, okay? Besides, I thought you were ignoring me because I chose Lavender over you!” She flinched back from him, her face burning. She dropped her eyes back to her paper. Ron immediately felt terrible. He would apologize after class. He was just in so much bloody pain right then! “You have one more hour until the end of class, students!” called McGonagall from her desk. Ron gasped as his bladder protested. An hour? He didn’t even know if he was going to last for 10 more minutes! He slipped his hand underneath his desk and grabbed his crotch, desperate to keep from embarrassing himself. Little did Ron know that Hermione had kept watching him after he turned around, and that she knew exactly what was wrong. For Merlin’s sake, she had watched him guzzle down about a day’s worth of water in one go right before class started. What did he expect was going to happen, especially right before a double period? But this was too good to miss. Screw losing points, he was going to pay for his little remark. Merlin knew she could earn back any points she may lose. Taking out her wand, she waved in toward the rest of the class and mumbled, “Muffliato.” Satisfied that she performed the spell correctly, she spoke to Ron in a normal voice. “I know what your problem is, Won-Won.” she announced mockingly. “Shut up!” Ron hissed, his face flaming as red as his hair. Hermione had to struggle so she wouldn’t let on how cute she thought he looked right now, with his face beet red, and his legs twisted around his hand, which was wringing his penis in sheer desperation. “I thought you didn’t approve of that spell anyway?” he groaned as he fended off another wave. “Times change.” smirked Hermione. “You’re going to pay for that little remark you made a few minutes ago.” She smiled wider as Ron’s expression turned fearful. He knew she wasn’t messing around. “All right, I’m sorry!” Hermione snorted. “No, I’m serious! As soon-ugh- as the words were-ugh-out of my mouth- ooh- I wanted to take them back! You didn’t deserve-oh- that.” He doubled over in his seat 4 times during that. “Oooooohhhhhh just let me pee and I’ll do anything you want!” Hermione was confused. Ron NEVER sounded sincere when forced to apologize, even when it was in his best interest to sound so. But he did right now. “Well, all right. I forgive you.” she informed him, like it was a big surprise. She always forgave him, because she loved- NO! She couldn’t think like that! She had already been hurt enough by him. “But I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one. There’s still an hour left.” Ron face contorted in a painful grimace. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it, Hermione!” he whined in desperation. “I’m gonna pee myself in front of everyone and worse, you-“He stopped abruptly, turned, if possible, a darker red than before. Hermione’s expression softened as she looked at him. “W-wouldn’t it be worse if Lavender saw it? She’s your girlfriend, not me.” She tried not to sound sad or bitter at that. “Only-ugh- only because she’s the only-oooooohhhhhh- the only one who ever liked me, ugh, like that.” If only you knew, Hermione thought sadly. But all she said was, “What can I do to help?” “Well,” Ron hesitated. “I’ll do anything.” “I-I can’t grip it right. Somebody else probably could, though.” “Grip wha- oh.” Hermione felt her face burning as it hit her. Ron sucked in a breath as he felt himself lose it for two seconds, pee shooting into his boxers. “Hurry, just do it!” he cried. Hermione slipped her hand into Ron’s pants, eyeing McGonagall as she did so. McGonagall didn’t seem to notice. The Prince’s spell still seemed to be working. She grabbed Ron’s penis through his boxers and gripped it hard. She noticed it was already quite damp. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last much longer. As she looked up at him nervously, she realized he was blushing again. “Yeah, I-I already kind of...” “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m not going to judge you. I’m here to help.” “I thought you were mad at me.” he mumbled. “I was, but... you have bigger problems at the moment. Besides, there’s no doubt you’ll pee me off again soon enough.” Ron chuckled, then winced at the pain that followed. “Yeah, all that’s true enough.” Suddenly, he looked guilty. “Hermione?” “Mmm?” Hermione mumbled, trying not to concentrate too much on how hot this situation was right now. “I’m sorry. For everything. Thank you for this.” “No problem.” She said shyly. She looked up at the clock. “One minute to go, Ron! I’m going to lift the spell now.” Then she did just that. Ron groaned as anticipation made him pee for another 2 seconds. He didn’t think he had ever blushed this much in his life. And with his family, that’s saying something. “S-Sorry.” he muttered. Hermione felt her hand dampen as Ron lost it again. “No. It’s okay. You can’t help it right now.” she whispered back. Secretly, she found Ron hot when he was this vulnerable. But she would believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks before she told him that. “Class dismissed!” McGonagall’s voice made both of them jump, but only one of them spurted another second of pee into their boxers. As all the students gathered their things and started out the door, Hermione realized she would have to let go. “Hey, Ron? I’m gonna have to let go. You ready?” He groaned in frustration, but nodded reluctantly. “One... two... three!” She let go, and Ron hissed and grabbed himself again as he felt himself lose it once more. By this time, his trousers had a wet spot the size of an apple. Hermione looked up to realize the only people left in the room were Professor McGonagall, Lavender, and... she groaned. Malfoy. And they were all staring at them. Or more specifically, staring at Ron losing his battle with his bladder. “Won-Won?” Lavender asked uncertainly. Ron jumped out of his seat at this, trying to look natural. Unfortunately, the sudden movement jolted his bladder. “Nonononono!!! Not here. Not now. Pleeeeeeease....” he moaned in desperation, but it was no use. His tortured bladder exploded, flooding his pants and the area around him. He closed his eyes in shame, and Hermione glared at Malfoy, her wand out, daring him to say something. But it wasn’t Malfoy who reacted first. Oh, EWWW!” screeched Lavender. “Ronald Weasley, you can’t even hold your pee for ONE class? That’s it, we are so over. And I swear to Merlin, the whole school is gonna know about this. I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy!” Hermione made to hex the bitch, but someone else got to her first. And it wasn’t Professor McGonagall. “Obliviate!” Malfoy’s voice rang out. Lavender’s expression relaxed and Professor McGonagall sprang into action. Grabbing Lavender’s arm, she led her out of the classroom, and shut the door softly behind her to give her students their privacy. Hermione looked at Malfoy in amazement, while Ron was still lost in his mortification. Did Malfoy, the boy who had tormented them with unrestrained glee for almost 6 years straight, just help them out? Or did he just want to be the one who spread it around school? Draco stared back. “Don’t worry. This will stay between us.” “Why?” Hermione asked coldly. “What reason could you possibly have to keep it quiet? Blackmail opportunities?” Draco seemed to consider her for a moment. Flushing slightly, he replied, “It happened to me once. I know how it feels and it’s not fun. My father sent me to Muggle school for a year so I could observe first-hand-” he broke off, hesitating, before continuing, “-why Muggles are so inferior compared to us.” He broke off again, seeming to expect a reprimand. When none came, he continued. “I was ten at the time, and the teachers thought us old enough to be able to wait until the end of class. To make a long story short, I ended up wetting myself worse than Weasley here just did. I never got a break from any of the Muggles. I was tormented just as much from the teachers as I was from the students. Of course, my father wasn’t too pleased with me either, but when he saw that the experience taught me what he wanted me to learn, he let off.” He stared intently at Hermione. “I had my own reason for hating anyone connected with Muggles. It was never my father’s influence. The reason he sent me there was because I questioned his beliefs. Since then, I had no reason to question them again-until now. I saw the way you were ready to defend Weasley from anyone who dared say anything- even if that person was from your own House, your own dorm. Maybe- maybe Muggle-Borns aren’t so bad after all.” Malfoy said this last part bitterly, like it couldn’t matter now, even if he wanted it to. He turned to go, and then stopped abruptly. “Oh, and Granger?” he called over his shoulder. “If that story is ever made public knowledge, I will personally make sure each of your lives will be a living hell to the day you all die. Got it?” “Perfectly.” she replied, hiding a smile. Who knew? Malfoy actually had a heart! Suddenly, she heard a whimper next to her. She looked over to see Ron, still soaked, with humiliated tears running down his cheeks. Hermione pointed her wand at him dried his clothes with a nonverbal spell. Then she performed Scorgify to get rid of the chemicals in urine that wasn’t pure liquid. Waving her wand once more, she Vanished the puddle around him. “I’m s-so s-sorry, Herm-Hermione.” Ron sobbed. “I’m s-so embarrassed! I c-can’t believe that I d-did that in front of y-you! That’s n-never happened before, I swear.” Smiling mischievously, Hermione threw her arms around Ron’s neck and surprised him with the most passionate kiss she had ever bestowed on anyone. “Nobody will ever know except you, me, and Malfoy.” “W-What?” It took him a few minutes to come back to reality. Once he did, he gasped. “Malfoy saw this? I’m dead!” Hermione looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t hear him?” Ron shook his head slowly. “No, I was lost in thoughts about how I was going to ask Moaning Myrtle if I could live with her after I offed myself, actually.” Smothering an amused laugh at that, she said, “Well, never mind then. The important thing is, Lavender memory was modified, and Malfoy... well, he and I have a deal. He won’t tell anyone.” “Right.” Ron snorted sarcastically, back to his old self. “And you’re in love with me, too.” At that, Hermione laughed outright. “Well, miracles do happen from time to time!” With that, Hermione yanked an astonished Ron to her and snogged him senseless. ((Any constructive criticism? This is my first story!))
  20. 222foxface222

    Desperate Friendships

    This is a HP omo I've been writing forever. It's extremely long at this point, and I doubt anyone will be interested in reading the entire thing, but I know I'm always looking for male HP omo, so I thought I might as well post my own. The story covers a lot, and goes from mainly dealing with Harry/Draco, to a split story involving Snape caring for a de-aged Harry/Draco. There's some Ron/Hermione stuff going on in later chapters as well. Just as a warning, the first chapters deal with some darker themes that I think are necessary for the story's beginning. This mainly involves child abuse at the hands of Lucius and the Dursleys, but please keep in mind that the rest of the story is not this violent or intense. I just needed to create a sense of vulnerability in order to get the characters to where I wanted them, so please don't judge just on this one chapter--the rest of the story is much different! Please let me know if you'd like to see more, and I'll be happy to post the next chapters! This chapter is insanely long, but I couldn't find a good way to split it up! Chapter 1: Harry sighed as he hurried to dinner with Ron, dreading the detention he would be forced to endure after they ate. Only Professor Snape would force students into detention the night before the summer vacation was to begin. While the other teachers allowed students the freedom to reflect on their year and all that they had learned, essentially neglecting to teach anything at all that last day of term, the Potions Master had assigned a potion far more advanced than what had characteristically been asked of sixth years. Attempting the potion had placed all of the students on edge, who knew that Snape would more than likely take any opportunity he could to fail them all at the last moment. It was no surprise, then, that as soon as Draco began in on his taunting games, Harry barely stood it for two moments before speaking back to the blonde boy. The argument escalated into the two boys going at each other, and Draco intentionally knocking over Harry’s cauldron filled with the beginnings of his potion. Snape had been furious, insisting that another student could have been seriously harmed by the contents of Harry’s cauldron, and chided Harry for riling Draco up. They had both been sentenced to a night of detention. “If I could hold you here past the end of term,” Snape had sneered, “I would.” It was five minutes to seven by the time Harry finally decided to leave the dining hall. He said a cursory "goodbye" to as many people as he could before hurrying out of the large oak doors and literally running to the dungeons. Draco was there when he arrived, sitting straight-backed in a chair with his hands folded on his lap in front of him, obviously intending to embarrass Harry for being the second to arrive. Harry sneered at the blonde before taking the other seat, next to Draco. Professor Snape entered his office shortly thereafter, carrying what looked like a stone basin and placing it on his desk. Harry recognized the object as a pensieve. "The two of you provide me with more problems than any other students in my classes. Would either of you care to enlighten us as to why?" He asked. The boys blinked blankly at him, knowing any answer they could think of would more than likely enrage their professor. He didn’t exactly give off the impression of being in a good mood. "Mr. Potter?" Snape prompted, his black eyes boring into the boy. "I don't know, sir," Harry answered, trying hard to meet the gaze and not look away. "Hm." He said, not pleased. "Mr. Malfoy?" "We're different people, sir," Draco answered after a moment, not daring to mention that he thought Harry was the scum of the earth and didn't deserve any of the fame he found at Hogwarts. "Ah. Different people," Snape mocked. "So that means that every person who is different from another should show the same disrespect towards me that the two of you do, Mr. Malfoy?" "N-no, sir, of course not," Draco mumbled, wishing that he had simply given a cheap answer, like Potter had. Snape sighed, leaning forward in his chair and onto his desk, making the boys uncomfortable. "Well, we're going to try something different today, something suggested to me by your head of house, actually, Mr. Potter." The boys watched nervously, wondering how bad their punishment would be, as Snape pushed forward the stone basin, took out a corked bottle filled with a shimmery fog-like substance and placed it next to the basin. "What is this?" He asked. "A pensive, sir," Harry answered after leaving Draco a moment to chime in. "Ah. Finally a right answer, Mr. Potter," Snape teased, eliciting a stifled snicker from Draco which the professor ignored. "A pensive," Snape continued, "that will allow us to see that you are not so different after all. Let me warn you, you will not like what you are going to see. Embarrassment is the word for tonight's detention, as eliciting every other emotion from the two of you has not yet worked. I keep finding myself suffering through detentions for the sole purpose of disciplining you two miscreants, and I do not intend to continue in this manner. I hope that you will be embarrassed enough by what you will see that you will refrain from misbehaving, as another infraction will result in further embarrassing knowledge imparted to both myself and your fellow student. We are going to enter into your memories, and find your most embarrassing moments. Mind you, I have no idea what these are, perhaps the two of you don't either. Maybe you're thinking that you don't have an embarrassing moment. We shall see." By now Harry and Draco were extremely nervous, hearts beating quickly as they thought about what their teacher and enemy would soon know about them. "Mr. Malfoy, by spilling Mr. Potter’s potion today, you won yourself the position of going first." Malfoy swallowed audibly, "Yes, sir," he choked out. Snape lifted his wand towards Draco, mumbled a spell, and silently pulled a strand of memory from the boy’s mind. Before long, both Snape and Harry were inside the mind of Draco. They saw a large bedroom with a canopy bed in the middle of it... The three were entered into a memory from two years ago. Draco was fifteen years old, sleeping in a room that must have been his bedroom at his parents’ Manor House. It was a warm summer’s night, and Draco was dozing under little more than a thin sheet, the windows opened wide to let in a semblance of a breeze. Just as Harry was beginning to wonder if Snape had pulled the wrong memory, he watched the memory Draco begin to squirm around in bed and saw the unmistakable grasp the boy gave to his crotch. Draco obviously had to pee, but he was not yet awake. The real Draco wanted this to stop, was doing everything in his power to will the memory to change. He knew what was coming, and it was not something he wished to re-live in front of his most hated enemy and most revered Professor. He began to feel outrage against Professor Snape; this was a violation of privacy, and his father would not be pleased to learn of this mistreatment. But, as he continued to watch, he began to realize just what night this memory was from, and he knew he would never approach his father about that night. Curling into the fetal position, memory Draco pressed his thighs together and moved his hips from side to side. But, only a moment later, the boy relaxed and began peeing in bed. Draco’s cheeks flushed red. He knew exactly what it had felt like, the trickles of wetness snaking down his legs and streaming into the mattress until he was lying in a pool of urine. His underwear and shorts would become saturated, and he would wake in mid-stream, his heart beating quickly as he felt the shame and fear of what he was doing. Sure enough, a slightly abashed Snape and Harry saw as the memory-Draco woke slowly, and, realizing what was happening, sat up and grabbed at his crotch to stop the flow. But it was useless. The wetness spread fast around the boy, sheets darkening no matter how much Draco squeezed and squirmed. Harry had not been expecting this in the slightest, but little did he know it was all about to get much worse. “Does Master Draco need a change of clothing?” a voice whispered from the corner of the room. It was the Malfoy’s house elf, Dobby. Harry recognized him at once. Draco often let Dobby sleep in the corner of his room in the summer months because the kitchen reached extremely warm temperatures. He had forgotten that Dobby was in the room that night, but now he remembered that, if it weren’t for that stupid elf, he may have gotten away with it all. “Uhhh,” memory Draco mumbled, his heart beating fast when he realized he had already been caught. “No. No that’s alright, Dobby.” Dobby stood up to walk closer to Draco. “But Master Draco has used his bed,” Dobby told him. “He is all wet. Dobby will get clean sheets for the young Master.” “I don’t need them,” Draco whispered sharply. He did not want Dobby skittering around the house making noise. The elf was prone to knocking over vases in the hallway or falling off of the linen closet shelves. He was bound to wake up his parents. “Master Draco is sad that he messed his bed,” Dobby said, reaching forward to lay a hand on Draco’s. Draco yanked his arm away, cursing the fact that the elf was treating him as he had when he was five. “Dobby will clean him up in no time.” Draco shoved Dobby’s hand away from the bed. “F*** off and leave me alone!” Draco shot at Dobby in a tensely loud whisper. Dobby looked at Draco in surprise. He retreated back to the corner and burst into tears. Draco hurried out of bed and over to Dobby in an attempt to keep him from crying. “Dobby, shut up,” Draco said quite untactfully. The elf only cried louder. “Don’t cry, Dobby. I’m sorry. Just be quiet.” Draco glanced back and forth between the door and the crying house-elf, shushing him desperately. Dobby sunk to the floor and hid his face in his hands. “The young master doesn’t trust Dobby!” He wailed. “The young master forgets that Dobby changed his diapers!” Draco flushed red in embarrassment as the elf jumped up off the floor and ran to the closet. He opened the door and placed his fingers on the door jam, ready to close it tight against them. “Dobby has failed the young master,” he said, and slammed the closet door tight against his fingers, sending him screeching back in pain. “Stop that, Dobby!” Draco said, forgetting to whisper. He yanked at the house-elf, attempting to get him far away from the closet. He wrestled Dobby to the ground, attempting to pin his arms back above his head. He stopped when he heard a voice from above him. “What is the meaning of this?” Lucius boomed from the doorway. Draco’s heart sunk. His father stood at the entrance to his bedroom, enraged. “Father, I—“ “The young master has messed his bed,” Dobby said in an attempt to explain Draco’s actions and keep him from punishment. Despite his good intentions, Draco knew that it was the worst thing the elf could have said. “I do not appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night. Draco, come here,” Lucius ordered. He was so calm Draco knew he must be angrier than usual. Draco pushed himself off of the floor to stand next to Dobby, but stepped only a few inches closer to his father. “Come here,” Lucius said, pointing to the space next to him. Draco tried fruitlessly to cover his wet crotch with his hands as he walked next to his father. Lucius swatted his hands away, and Draco stood in his soaked shorts, the smell of urine strong on him. He had never wanted his father to hear him; he should have just let Dobby do what he wanted. Now, his father would be disappointed in him. He tried not to cry, blinking furiously to keep back the tears of shame. Lucius flipped on the lights and stared at the wetness spread across Draco’s crotch and down his legs. He cleared his throat and walked to the bed in the middle of the room, pulling back the sheet despite the fact that the wetness was clearly visible through it. He turned to Dobby and pointed for him to leave. The house-elf turned to go, giving a sympathetic glance towards Draco. After he had left, Lucius closed the bedroom door. “Draco, how old are you?” Lucius asked cooly, knowing the answer fully well. “Father—I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled. “It was---“ “How. old. are. you.” Lucius repeated, emphasizing each word in his anger. “Fifteen, father.” “And what have you just done?” Lucius stood closer than Draco would like. He had to fight against taking a step backwards towards the wall. “Father, I won’t--,” Draco began, his cheeks flushed red. He did not want to be forced any more embarrassment. He felt like he still had to pee and squeezed his crotch when his father was turned away. “What have you just done?” Lucius said louder, as close to yelling as he ever came. “I…I’ve had an accident,” Draco mumbled. Lucius stared down at him and stepped closer. That was not the answer he wanted. “I peed in my pants and my bed,” Draco said louder, his hands held out in front of him, begging him not to come closer. His father revelled in making Draco feel anything but a man, and Draco feared he was about to be hit. “My fifteen-year-old son will not show such a horrible lack of control. Apparantly he is still a pee-pants baby. When will you ever grow up and learn control?” Lucius barked, standing uncomfortably close to his son, glaring down at him. Draco hung his head, having nothing to say. His father grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the wet bed. “I will not have a baby for a son,” he sneered. He shoved Draco against the bed. “Put your face in it.” Draco looked up at his father in disbelief. “Do it!” Lucius yelled. Slowly, Draco lowered his face onto the mattress. The pee still felt faintly warm. It wet his face and went up his nose. The plastic sheet his mother had placed on his bed when he was seven had kept the liquid from soaking down into the mattress. She had resorted to the muggle solution so that Lucius would not be able to detect the drying spells and become angry. The plastic sheet always shamed Draco. While at Hogwarts, he felt strong and grown-up. His attitude always shifted to that of a little boy as soon as he came home for a holiday and slept on the slippery plastic sheet. Lucius grabbed the back of Draco’s neck and shoved his face further into the bed. The smell of pee was too strong for Draco to take and he choked, his coughs wetting his lips and tongue with pee. “You’re a pee-pants baby. You’re not even a Malfoy. You’re nothing!” Lucius smacked Draco hard on his backside, spanking him despite the wetness spread across the seat of his pants. “I bet you like wetting yourself, you little pervert. You’re a weak-willed bed-wetter and you’ll never amount to anything!” Draco struggled against crying out as his father spanked him again and again. He held his crotch with one hand that he hoped his father didn’t see, knowing that if his father didn’t stop soon he was going to wet himself again. He thought his bladder was empty, but the fear suddenly made him afraid he would lose control while fully awake. He was relieved when Lucius stopped the spanking. However, If Draco had known the alternative, he would have gladly taken them without complaint. “If you like wetting yourself so much, why don’t you do it now?” Lucius asked. Draco looked up in confusion, pleading with his eyes for his father to leave him alone. He was caught between wanting to crawl under the bed and cry and wanting to slug his father in the face while he told him to screw off. “I’m sorry Father, it…it won’t happen again,” Draco promised. A flash of anger showed on Lucius’s face. He once again grabbed Draco by the back of the neck and shoved his face into the cooling pool of urine. “Do not make false promises,” he hissed into his ear. Without thinking, Draco yanked backwards, knocking his father in the chin with the back of his head. He hadn’t meant to hit against him; he had just been trying to get away. He just wanted to be left alone. He wasn’t a child, despite the soaked bed, and he didn’t appreciate being treated like one. When Draco turned to face his father, Lucius slapped him across the mouth. Caught unaware, Draco stumbled backwards. Instead of drawing more anger out of the boy with the violence, Draco was suddenly submissive once again. He had learned long ago that his father was stronger and meaner than he could ever be. Lucius dragged Draco to the center of the room and conjured a liter of water. “Drink this.” He ordered, passing the jug towards his son. Draco took the water in his hands hesitantly. “Drink!” Lucius yelled, approaching Draco as if he would hit him again. Draco quickly brought the bottle to his lips and began drinking. He chugged the water quickly, knowing his father would make things worse were he to dawdle. His stomach felt full very quickly, filling up with water and making him feel sick to his stomach. When he was only halfway done, he felt that he would not be able to drink anything more. Water began spilling down his front onto his t-shirt.. “All of it,” Lucius ordered. Draco swallowed the final gulps painfully, his stomach filled more than he could remember. “Recite the Malfoy values,” Lucius said. The Malfoys had long ago written up a list of values which their family prided themselves on. To Lucius, it was the Bible. He re-wrote the values, adding in his own ideas, and had them framed. A list hung in every room. Draco could see the values hung above his bed, but he did not need to read them; his father had made sure he knew them by heart long ago. “Respect for other Malfoys,” Draco began. “Control in all situations. Strength to overcome the weak. Loyalty to the true Lord. Manhood above all. Courage to achieve greatness.” “Repeat,” Lucius stated. Draco was made to stand in front of his father, who sat on the bench at the end of Draco’s bed, watching him recite the values for over half an hour. As he repeated the values, Draco knew exactly what it was his father was waiting for, and eventually Draco could not help but make it known that he had to pee. He doubted that he would have even needed the liter of water which his father forced him to drink in order to feel the need to pee; he had already needed to due to the fear his father placed upon him. Draco tried not to let his father know he was getting desperate, but he could not help shifting from side to side slightly. “What was that, again?” Draco cleared his throat and willed his bladder to behave. “Control in all situations,” Draco repeated. Lucius nodded. “Good,” he said. Draco stood silent, waiting for what his father would say next. He knew he had a plan in making him drink all the water. He knew there was no way Draco would be allowed to use the bathroom; he just hoped his Father would leave him alone to wet himself in private. “Now, pee.” Draco stared at his father and his whole face flushed red. “Wh-what?” Draco asked. He did not think he had heard his father correctly. “Spread your legs, and pee,” Lucius ordered. Draco got so nervous that he was forced to squeeze his crotch suddenly; he had been about to wet himself. Suddenly, he was four years old again, being ordered where and when to pee in Lucius’s twisted version of toilet training. Draco quickly pulled his hand away when he realized that now his father certainly knew that he was getting desperate. Draco had thought his father would make him hold his pee until he had an accident. He was not prepared for his father’s order to pee himself intentionally. “I—I c-cant,” Draco whispered. He took a step backwards, towards the wall. Lucius stood up and approached his son, who could not help from taking another step backwards. Lucius grabbed Draco by the neck and put him back into position, smacking his backside hard. “A Malfoy never says ‘can’t’,” Lucius sneered. “Lucius? Draco? Is everything alright?” Draco’s mother was calling to them from behind Draco’s locked bedroom door. Draco was relieved; he hoped her presence would end his torture. Lucius opened the door. “Come in. You are not to speak one word. Your son is learning what it means to be a Malfoy.” “Draco, honey? Are you—“ his mother began. Lucius raised his hand as if he were about to hit Narcissa and she became silent. He led her to the end of Draco’s bed and sat her down on the bench next to him. She looked concerned as she took in the wet bed and Draco’s wet clothes. She had tried for many years to hide Draco’s bedwetting from Lucius, but he always seemed to find out. Draco stood with his legs crossed. “Alright, son. Go ahead.” Lucius ordered. Draco cleared his throat. He squirmed in place. “Please, Father. I’m sorry. I’ll—” “I won't tell you again!” Lucius yelled. He was getting impatient. Draco glanced at his mother, and could just barely make out that she was nodding her head. She was giving him permission, telling him to do what he had to in order to appease his father. She never knew how to deal with Lucius when he was in one of his moods, and knew that any defiance on Draco’s part—or her own—would anger him further, and he would take to hitting them. Draco slowly stepped out until his legs were shoulder-length apart. He was bright red from embarrassment, and knew that he was shaking. “pee,” Lucius told him. Narcissa had started crying silently. Lucius did not notice. Draco knew that he had to pee, but he could not make himself wet in his pants with his parents watching. He had been taught to control his bodily functions above all else; it was the reason it was such a catastrophe when he had begun wetting his bed. He was consciously aware of his underwear up against his crotch. He did not feel right about intentionally letting his pee out when he was still clothed, even if his briefs were already soaked. “Do it!” Lucius yelled. Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax his bladder muscles. He tried to convince himself that it was alright for him to pee on his bedroom floor. He came close to letting out his pee, but at the last moment he tensed up, and held it in. Sighing, he tried to forget about the fabric against his crotch and took a deep breath. As he let out the breath, he felt a small trickle of pee wet the front of his underwear, but he unconsciously stopped as soon as he felt the wetness soaked up by his clothing. It took another minute or two to start the trickle up again. He spread his legs wider, so that the leg holes of his underwear, which were too big for him as they had recently been Lucius’s, gaped away from his skin. Lucius passed down underwear to Draco in a sick show of fatherly control, just so Draco would always remember who provided for him. He closed his eyes one more time and let go, and when a trickle of pee began he pushed with his bladder muscles until the trickle became a small stream, and then he could not have stopped even if he wanted to. Pee streamed out of him into his underpants and shorts and onto the floor. His briefs began to become soaked once again, and he soon felt pee streaming down his legs. As he lost full control and peed full-force, spurting pee as his cheeks reddened, he heard the splash of liquid against the hardwood floor. The relief was almost greater than the embarrassment, and Draco kept his eyes closed as the warmth of his pee enveloped his legs, streaming down his thighs and calves and pooling around his bare feet. Pee streamed through his underwear directly onto the floor, a strong stream flowing right through his briefs. When he felt himself begin to become hard from the relief, he quickly opened his eyes to see his parents staring back at him. His father leered, as if this proved that Draco was nothing more than a baby. His mother had turned away, unable to watch and crying for her son. The embarrassment of his parents’ presence took any sexual pleasure out of the act, and he felt shamed as the final spurts of pee wet his pants. The puddle underneath Draco stretched from one foot to the other; Draco stood in the hot liquid and just had the desire to lie down in the pool and fall asleep. He only wanted the night to be over. “Weakling,” Lucius spat. “Go to bed.” He stood up from the bench. “You are not to leave this room until breakfast.” He turned and left the room. “Are you alright?” Narcissa asked her son quietly, after his father had left. Draco nodded, unable to make eye contact. He was humiliated. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Narcissa turned to Draco and took his hand, guiding him out of the pool of wetness towards the far side of his room. He did not want her to touch him, and her hand in his own only made him feel like a child. But, he knew she thought it was helping, and that she would be hurt were he to pull away. He allowed her to lead him back to his bed, and he tried not to cringe. His mother was still crying as she found a towel hanging on the back of Draco’s door and mopped up what she could of his mattress. She dared not remove the pee from the floor. As she worked, Draco held himself, willing his mother to leave so that he could pee the rest of the water out of him. He had willfully stopped himself when he could gain control; he did not want to give his father the satisfaction of him losing complete control. But he knew he could not hold it much longer, and as his mother worked to clean his bed as best she could with only a towel, he felt himself losing control once again. “Mother?” Narcissa turned around to find Draco hunched over, his hands between his legs, holding himself tightly. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she guided him back to the end of his bed, to the pool of urine on the floor. “It’s alright, Draco,” she whispered, nodding. She turned away, standing with her back to her son. Draco squirmed with his need to pee. He stepped into the liquid and squatted, resting on his haunches. He knew he would be better able to let go in such a position. Were his mother not in the room, he would have stripped down, but he was far too exhausted and embarrassed. Sighing as his muscles let go, he began to pee again into his briefs, urine streaming through his wet underwear into the pool below. He pushed the pee out quickly, just wanting the shame to be over. It splashed loudly into the urine already on the floor, sending splatters up onto his feet and ankles. His shorts hung low on his hips, heavy with stinking urine. When he had finished, his mother helped him into bed. She wanted to help him change into clean underwear, but knew Lucius would find out and take it out on Draco. Besides, dry clothes would just get wet when Draco lay down in his wet bed. She stroked Draco’s forehead and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, baby,” she said. Draco flushed at the endearment and Narcissa realized her mistake. “Sorry,” she sighed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” She crossed the room. “Everything will be alright in the morning,” she said, before turning out the lights. ---
  21. I would really appreciate the help, and as long as you don’t bs it I will write what you want next. The show is Life with Louie in the episode where they’re at the play and the Dad holds in his pee so long about to burst. It’s applied at the very end he made it BUT I’d like someone to write an alternate ending where the dad either has an accident in the auditorium in front of everyone OR in the men’s room in front of everyone....as long as he has an accident in in that setting in public and you describe his reaction to the humiliation and that of everyone around him. As well as how he feels physically ally and emotionally as he’s bursting. Use the time of the last four minutes or so of this video to guide you to make your story. That’s when he walks in the play to storming for the bathroom.
  22. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
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    malefemale Draco's Mishaps

    I didn't even know I still had an account here. So, hello, I guess :) Over the past week I enjoyed a few of the stories here, so I thought I would write one for you myself. It is a Harry Potter fanfiction told mostly from the point of view of Draco. Hope you like it! Draco's Mishaps Monday, September 6th Draco was on his way to to the dungeons for his afternoon potions lesson. His third year at Hogwarts had just started a week ago and he was looking forward to the class. He liked potions. Not only did Draco have a natural aptness for the subject, Professor Snape, their head of house, was teaching it, and he was easily Draco's favorite teacher. The sun had been shining all day, and even though it was already Autumn, it was quite hot, so Draco had been drinking plenty of pumpkin juice at lunch. However, none of that heat had made its way down to the dungeons. As he stepped out of the sunlit stairwell and into the gloomy corridor, he was hit by the cool, damp air and he involuntarily shivered. At the sudden chill, he felt a small nudge from his lower abdomen, reminding him of where all that pumpkin juice had gone. He'd better take a quick detour to the loo before class. There was a bathroom near their potions classroom, and usually it was deserted, too. No one strayed down here except for potions lesson. That was an important consideration, because Draco didn't like crowded toilets. But when he was just a few steps away and about to quickly slip into the bathroom, the door opened and out stepped Potter and Weasley of all people. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, his hand almost automatically darted into his pocket and closed around his wand. For a second he hoped the two might ignore him and just head to class, but no such luck. Weasley had seen him, and they both got out their wands as well, staring at him. Draco didn't want to seem like a coward, so he started walking again. The two were blocking the way to the loo, and they weren't moving. He went past them and continued down the hallway towards their classroom. There was no way in hell he would ask them to step aside so he could use the loo, it was way too embarrassing. He didn't have to go that bad anyways. He could feel their stares on his back and it made the hair in his neck stand straight up, but he did not give them the satisfaction to turn around. They'd be mad if they tried anything here. Draco still gave a silent heave of relief when he stepped though the classroom door. He quickly went over to his friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle and sat down next to Theodore Nott in the row behind them. He and Theo had known each other longer than he could remember. Their fathers were old friends, and the Notts were every bit as ancient and pure-blooded as the Malfoys. When they were younger, Theo's dad had come visit Draco's parents quite regularly and he usually had brought Theo to play with Draco. They had gotten along well enough. Still were, in fact. Draco thought so at least, and Theo hadn't given him any reason to believe he thought otherwise, yet Draco was hesitant to call him a friend. He secretly eyed Theo. To be honest, Draco wasn't sure the stringy boy even had real friends. Didn't talk much. A bit of a loner, usually kept to himself. Draco was rather partnered with him than Crabbe or Goyle, though. Those two boors were useful for menial tasks, but they couldn't be trusted not to blow up their potion. Theo might have been a bit odd, but at least he wasn't an idiot like them. He got distracted from his thoughts as Professor Snape entered the classroom and audibly closed the door behind himself. He immediately started his lesson and told them to open their books. As Professor Snape went on explaining to them the potion they would be brewing the next day, Draco found it hard to focus on the subject. His bladder gave him another twinge to remind him of its fullness. He shifted around on his chair, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure in his lower stomach a bit. It didn't help and he gave up and instead started nervously scissoring his legs. Theo eyed him questioningly, Draco blushed and forced his legs to stay still. He eyed the clock, class had hardly started, still thirty minutes to go. He silently groaned. Damn pumpkin juice! Twenty more minutes passed and Draco was starting to grow desperate. He pressed his legs together tightly and as he felt another spasm from his bladder, he had to grab himself to keep anything from escaping. He moaned and slightly bent over. He had to piss so bad! Just forcing himself to sit still took all his concentration, so Theo had to nudge him before he realized Snape had called his name. Draco looked up. “Mr. Malfoy, I said: I believe you had prepared a report on the dandelion root!”, Professor Snape repeated himself in slight annoyance. “Y-yes, Professor! Sorry, Professor”, Draco croaked, panicky searching for his notes. “Today, if you don't mind, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, the irritation now clear in his voice. Draco found the notes and hurriedly got up. His bladder jerked at the sudden movement and his eyes widened in horror as he felt a small squirt dampen his briefs. He desperately grabbed himself, and for a second he had to cross his legs. Then he realized that all eyes were on him. Someone giggled. The Weasel was pointing at him and whispering to Potter. Draco forced himself to remove the hand from his groin and to walk casually towards the front of the class. “The-the dandelion is a plant with many uses, its root is a common ingredient in many potions”, he began. Ten minutes! He only had to make it ten more minutes! He felt a jab in his lower abdomen and he lost another squirt as well as his train of thought. Stammering, he came to a halt and had to look at his notes. The front of his briefs felt more than a little wet by now, at least his robes would hide any wetness on his pants. He hoped! He didn't dare to look down to check. Draco uneasily shifted his weight from one leg to the other, but it only seemed to worsen the pressure. He was completely unable to stand still now, he just wished he could grab himself through his robes without anyone noticing. Potter and Weasley were snickering. Theo eyed him, too. Draco felt like the whole class had caught on on his predicament and was secretly laughing at him. He felt himself blush and wished he could just melt into the floor there and then, but he stubbornly went on with his presentation. Somehow, he made it through his whole report, though he came to a sudden halt as he read the last point in his notes. He felt his face go red again. “Therootissometimesusedasanaturaldiuretic”, he muttered. “What was that last bit?”, Snape asked mercilessly. Draco swallowed, but he obediently repeated more clearly: “On its own the root is sometimes used as a natural diuretic.” More giggling. “Thank you, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, oblivious to the reason for his students' unruliness, “anything to add, Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley?” The two wiped the nasty grins from their faces and hurriedly shook their heads. “Ten points from Gryffindor for talking during lesson”, Snape sneered, “if you two wish to pass this year, you would do better to take notes instead the next time you hear such an excellent presentation! Ten points to Slytherin, thank you, Mr. Malfoy! Class is dismissed!” Draco fled back to his place without another word. When he lowered himself into his chair, he lost another squirt. The table hid him from view and he finally was able to cross his legs again, which he desperately needed. He stifled a silent moan. At least sitting down the pain in his lower abdomen was a tiny bit less intolerable. He dared to finally take a quick look at his crotch, and to his great relief nothing showed on his robe. Despite his urgent need, he took his time to pack his things. Most other students had already left when he was done, Crabbe and Goyle had long stood up as well and gave him impatient looks. “Go ahead”, Draco told them, “I'll catch up to you at Defense against the Dark Arts!” He didn't want anyone to see him run for the loo, not after that disgraceful display just now. He waited for his two goons to leave. As soon as he was alone, he would make a beeline for the toilet. There were only a few straggler Gryffindor girls left, who were chatting with each other as they walked towards the door in an excruciatingly slow pace. Just hurry up and leave already! Theo was in no hurry either, he had finished packing his things ages ago, but he just lingered in his place. He leaned over and whispered: “What are you waiting for?” “What?”, Draco feigned confusion. “You have to go to the loo real bad.” It wasn't a question. “No, I don't!”, Draco insisted. “Oh, come on! The whole class could see how bad you had to pee!” “I DON'T HAVE TO PEE!”, Draco hissed at him. His outburst made the two Gryffindor girls, who were just walking through the door, turn around and look at them. He felt himself blushing. “OK, OK, my mistake”, Theo agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draco waited a moment longer, but since Theo apparently didn't plan on leaving any time soon, he got up himself. “See you at Defense against the Dark Arts! Bye!”, he hurriedly muttered. But just then Theo stood up with him. “Wait!”, he said, “I wanted to talk to you about Quidditch training!” “Not now! Tonight, OK?”, Draco said desperately. “I'll just walk with you”, Theo suggested and ran after him. Draco groaned. Theo continued to talk while he followed him outside and down the hallway. Something about last year's match against Gryffindor. Draco didn't really listen nor did he care. His bladder was throbbing so bad, it hurt. They had reached the bathroom door. When Draco stopped walking he immediately had to cross his legs. He moved a hand down to hold himself, trying to somehow make it look casual. He squirmed and stared at the door longingly. Relief was so close! “I... I forgot something in class!”, he lied, “go ahead! I'll just...” Theo's eyes followed his gaze knowingly. Happily, he said: “I'll go back with you.” Draco gasped and doubled over as he felt another sharp stab from his tortured bladder. Couldn't that guy take a hint? “No! Just go already!”, he whined. He didn't care anymore that he was openly holding himself with both hands right in front of the other boy. Theo eyed him curiously a moment longer, then he just grinned and waved at him. “See you in class then!”, he called, turned, and ran away. As soon as Theo was out of sight, Draco made a dash for the bathroom, running straight for the first stall. The sight of the toilet made his bladder spasm in anticipation. He felt some getting out. Panicky, he pulled at his belt. “No! No! Wait! Not yet! Not yet!”, he wailed in despair as he felt the pee soaking through his briefs and running down his legs. It felt so good now that he had started to let go, he just couldn't stop the flow. He could feel his hands get wet, finally he managed to open his belt and unbutton his pants. All the time wetting forcefully, he just yanked them all down in one go. He aimed his member at the bowl to finish in the toilet and moaned in relief. He peed for over a minute before his stream at last started to trickle down and finally stopped. The bursting pain in his lower abdomen had been replaced by a dull emptiness, Draco felt so relieved, he was a little dizzy. He reached for his pants and pulled them up to examine the damage. The front and inside of the legs were completely soaked and there was a puddle around his feet. “Aww, dragon dung!”, Draco muttered. He got out his wand to point it at his pants. “Tergeo!”, he whispered a cleaning spell. A sudden, tingling sensation rushed down his legs. Draco looked down at his now dry again pants with a relieved smile. He took care of the puddle on the floor in the same way. That had been a close call! And he hadn't even made it all the way. He didn't dare to think of how close he had come to an accident right in front of his whole class.
  24. Răzvan2000

    malefemale LAO Bathroom Denial

    LAO stands for Live Action Omorashi, if you want to ask! I woke up this morning and i simply didn't pee like i usually do every morning or after i wake up. So i skipped the pee break and i only washed my face and brushed my teeth, i ate something and after that i took a seat on my chair and turned my laptop on. Firstly, i was drinking a bottle of water while i was still on my chair or being in another room in order to wait for results. Secondly, i went to store to buy a soda and when i came back home, i began to drink the soda and this time i lay on my bed or standing near the window and once again i didn't feel anything. And finally, i decided to drink one more time a bottle of water, i wait for like 20 minutes until i could feel that my bladder was full. And i did what i always want to do: to share my desperation status on Live thread and also asking for permission because i like to play this "game". I asked for permission right in the moment when i already feel i was bursting. And the answer was of course: no. Also i was demanded to take a drink, to walk around inside the house or around the block. I passed it but i was still denied to pee after i asked once again (also begging). OMG, i couldn't endure anymore. I was holding my crotch like crazy, crossing my legs, squatting on the floor for a while, all these things for almost a half an hour, i guess. Because i couldn't hold it much longer, i just got in the bathtub and letting the flow down my pants. The urine came out like a waterfall stream until it became just a trinkle or small drops of pee. It was so good to finally feel relieved (if i just peed on toilet with my pants down, that would be CHEATING). Aftermath: taking a shower, washing my peed pants and taking some pictures:
  25. Yesterday morning me and Matty ended up having some mutual wet fun and I was telling my friend about it and I figured I may as well share the experience with you guys as well. On Tuesday night we went to the cinema and as always when we go watch a film we went to a late viewing. The film started at 11pm and by the time it finished and we came out it was half 1 in the morning. As always when we go to the cinema and I have a big drink I was bursting for a wee when we got home and enjoyed a nice long pee. Afterwards we just got into bed and watched TV until we both fell asleep. The effects of the big drink hit me again when I woke up about 6 o’clock with a full bladder. I would usually just go back to sleep in that situation but I was really desperate and knew that I would just keep waking up every 10 minutes so I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back and just as I got into bed Matty got up and went to the bathroom and when he came back I snuggled up to him and we both went back to sleep. I woke up again about half past 9 and noticed my bladder had started filling up again but this time it wasn’t too bad just yet so I decided to enjoy the feeling for a bit. I put the TV on and flicked through till I found something worth watching and a few minutes later Matty woke up. Neither of us had nothing to immediately get up for so we just decided to have a lazy morning. We watched TV for a while and Matty got up to go make us a cup of coffee and get something to snack on. As we watched TV I slowly sipped my cup of coffee and as I did my bladder continued to fill. As my desperation grew I started to fidget and squirm which Matty noticed and I knew was turning him on. I noticed that he was also fidgety and the thought he might need to pee too was turning me on. We both finished our drinks and his fidgeting got more obvious and so did mine. As my squirming got worse I noticed him watching me and decided to tease him and wanted him to tease me. I let out a moan and said that I really needed a wee. He smiled and said “I noticed”. I sat up and swung my legs out of the duvet and went to stand up when he hooked his arm around me and pulled me back down. He asked where I was going and I told him I was going to pee. He shook his head and said “No you’re not, not until I say you can”. My pussy tingled with arousal as he said exactly what I wanted to hear. I love it when he makes me hold. Being told I couldn’t pee suddenly seemed to make my desperation worse and I laid back down wiggling. I smiled when I saw the sheets moving and I knew his cock was getting hard as he watched me wiggle. He smiled and said “it's helping is this”. I looked at him puzzled and he said “I really need to pee too and being turned on makes it easier to hold”. Hearing him say he needed to pee made my arousal sky rocket. He winked at me and told me that I wasn’t allowed to pee until he had and I nodded in agreement. He looked at his watch and said “and I don’t think I will go pee until 12 o’clock. I looked at the time and it was just after quarter to 11. When I realised it was an hour and fifteen minutes until then I moaned in arousal. Knowing I would have to hold that long was a turn on but also knowing I would get to watch him in desperate need was a major turn on. We laid watching TV and the cup of coffee was starting to take effect on my bladder. By 11 o’clock I was busting for a pee and squirming like crazy. I was laid opening and closing my legs trying to ease the growing pressure on my pee hole. He had pulled the duvet off so he could watch my naked body squirming with desperation which was turning him on and I could not take my eyes of his hard throbbing cock knowing that he was feeling the same desperation I was. After 20 minutes my need had risen to a solid 9 and I was bursting for a wee. I could feel my bladder pushing on my pee hole and each wave of desperation that washed over me made me feel the pee right at the top of my pee hole wanting to escape. I was resisting the urge to hold myself until I really needed to which meant my legs were shaking and I was crossing and uncrossing them and opening and closing them rapidly trying anything to ease the pressure from my bladder. All the while I watched his desperation grow and watching his cock dance in desperation was driving me crazy. My bladder completely filled to the brim and it was getting harder and harder to keep control. Each wave that hit me was almost making me drip. I could feel the pee right at the tip of my pee hole which was now trembling under the pressure. I managed to keep it under control till just after half past 11 when a massive wave washed over me and a few drips came out. I moaned and pushed my finger against my pee hole trying to clamp it shut. He saw the drips and told me to hold on. I nodded and he moaned in desperation. Every so often he reached down and squeezed his cock and each time he did I felt my pussy throb with arousal which really didn’t help with trying to keep control. Now that I had started dripping it was so hard to stop them and despite pushing my fingers against my pussy I kept losing drips. Suddenly Matty gasped and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw little droplets of pee rolling down his cock. I couldn’t stop watching them. Each time he lost a drop it made me drip. We just laid there slowly dripping and edging close to losing control. After 10 minutes of desperately squirming and dripping he gasped and a leak came out of the tip of his cock. Watching that was too much and a wave hit me causing me to leak. The first leak made me so much more desperate and now they were coming fast and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop them. Every 10 seconds or so a leak trickled out past my fingers and I could feel a puddle forming on the bed underneath me. Matty was in the same situation and watching him leak was making me so wet with arousal I felt like I was going to cum. My leaks turned into spurts and each spurt made me feel like I was going to wet the bed. I looked at the time and saw we had just over ten minutes till 12 o’clock. I urged time to hurry up as I was so close weeing it was untrue. The pressure on my pee hole was so intense and she was starting to waver and kept on spurting. After a few spurts Matty gasped out loud and his cock shot up right and a jet of pee shot out. His right hand kept squeezing and rubbing his cock and his left hand grabbed my right hand and squeezed. Despite pressing hard on my pee hole and rubbing her spurts kept escaping through my fingers. My legs were shaking like crazy and so were his. It was so hot laying there with both of us absolutely bursting for a wee and on the verge of an accident. Watching his cock dance in desperation and spurting every few seconds was almost making me cum. My spurts were getting bigger and it was all I could do not to pee. I was frantically trying to hold on a bit longer enjoying the wonderful moment. He kept checking his watch and moaning and urging 12 o’clock to come. A few minutes more was all I kept chanting to myself as I continued to spurt. My thighs and legs were soaked in pee and the bed was slowly getting wetter by the minute. Each wave of desperation that hit me felt like that was it. Each spurt felt like the last one but somehow I kept control. All my focus was on holding on and the wonderful intense sensations from my bladder. This meant I wasn’t paying attention the time. Suddenly Matty moaned out and said “oh thank god, 12 o’clock”. He went to move to stand up and spurted hard. He looked at me and said “I can’t move, I'm about to pee”. This turned me on and I nodded and told him I couldn’t either. He smirked and said “let's just hold as long we can then”. We both continued spurting and desperately doing everything we could not to pee. We did this for 5 minutes when Matty suddenly squeezed my hand and said “oh god I can’t wait, oh god”. I looked down and watched his cock dancing around in desperation and suddenly it shot upright and as he moaned out a huge fountain erupted from the tip and shot into the air. He let out a huge sigh of relief and I just watched in amazement at the sight of his strong stream. The feeling of his pee raining down all over me and the bed was amazing. I started spurting like crazy and then I felt it. I was about to lose all control, watching him pee was too much for my bladder. I felt pee rushing towards my pee hole and before I could do anything my pee hole burst open and a stream of pee shot across the bed. I moaned out as relief washed over me in waves. It felt incredible to release and I just watched as the stream gushed out of my pussy. I was on the verge of exploding with orgasm just from the immense feeling of relief when suddenly Matty’s hand shot between my legs into the path of my stream. His fingers made contact with my pussy and he started rubbing my clit. It only took a few strokes of his fingers and I gripped his arm and screamed in ecstasy as he made me cum and pleasure coursed through me. The feeling of cumming and peeing at the same time was pure heaven and I could only lay there and succumb to the feeling. When I finally finished peeing and my orgasm died down I collapsed onto the bed shaking and trembling. Matty also finished peeing we just laid there enjoying the wonderful feelings of relief. We spent the next hour enjoying our pee soaked bodies and making each other cum until we eventually got up and showered and got cleaned up. Needless to say we certainly enjoyed our lazy morning.