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  1. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  2. I tried to break these stories into three posts , so it would not be so long . The site will not let me do this likely because I am adding them right away with no replies in between. My aim was to make it Easier to read not boost my post count but having written this I want to post it now . Sorry about the length. While I am posting I might as well tell of my other real accidents, all as a child between the ages of 9-12.These are the only accidents I remember having , and given my lifetime of enjoying things pee related I probably remember them all and in considerable detail , considering the 50 years that have past. I will break them up into three posts as this is quite long. Part 1 The first time was I was 9. The Catholic school I went to which was normally very strict , took everyone from grade 4-8 by bus to a State Park about 12 miles from school, and turned us loose , totally unsupervised. Keep in mind this would have been in the early 1960’s We arrived about 9AM, and by 10AM I needed to pee badly. It was made worse as the park was big to a young child and I had no Idea where the bathrooms were and was too shy to ask also; I never admitted needing to go even if it was obvious. The school had a strict bathroom policy, as did my parents. Peeing anyplace but the toilet was forbidden. I started doing what I normally did in these situations holding myself, and hope to keep holding my pee. Within an hour I was extremely desperate. The pressure at the tip of my penis was very strong, and it felt like my pee was about to come out. This was beyond normal desperation, but the sensation you get when you are starting to let go after a long hold. I danced around furiously, holding myself as tight as I could hoping not to pee. But it started coming out anyway, creating a good sized wet spot in the front of my white cotton briefs, before I got the flow stopped. A boy that was with the group I was in came over to me and said “You just wet your pants”. I denied it as it was not obvious, just my underwear was wet, but he replied “yea you did some in your underwear”. I guess it was obvious since I no longer needed to hold myself, although my bladder was far from empty. Perhaps an hour later the need to pee was back worse than before. By this point it was just me and my best friend alone in the woods. Once again I was squirming and grabbing myself. He decided he needed to pee, and since no one was around he just unzipped and went. This was too much, and I started peeing in my pants hard, instantly. I started walking around squeezing myself with both hands but I could not even slow the flow. Thinking I walked away to give him privacy he said he did not care if I saw him pee. I did not tell him that I was peeing also but in my pants. I don’t know why I didn’t do as he did except that I was taught to control myself and peeing outside was wrong. So I wet my pants instead, for which I would have been punished if they had not dried. I guess my mother did not notice even though I peed in them twice. By the time I got the flow stopped, although somehow I kept my outer pants from getting wet my briefs were completely soaked. For that, I thank the absorbency of my white cotton briefs .My bladder still was not empty, and was sore and I needed to pee again in a little while by the time I found a bathroom I drained it completely, sometime later. Part 2 About 2 years later I think I was 11, my parents sent me to day camp for 2 weeks. This place was primarily set up for full time campers that slept, and had bathroom facilities in barrack like structures. We day campers had a single toilet facility in the rear of a small building that we changed in. The bathroom was always kept locked even when we were in the area of the building and we had to ask our coach to open it. This spot was well away from where the activities took place, so we were away from it most of the day. Aside from other activities we had swimming lessons in the morning and free swim after lunch, weather permitting. On our first day there I needed to pee badly by late morning, but managed to hang on until our afternoon swim. We were not given any opportunity to relieve ourselves, without asking and there were no restrooms at the pool. Since I was trained that peeing in the pool was wrong, when I felt like I was about to lose control, I got out of the pool grabbing myself, and squirming my legs back and forth. Another boy asked me if I had to go, and since I was about to start any second I said yes. He said it was not right they gave us day campers no opportunity to pee without individually asking so; he just let it out in the pool. Since could not hold it a second longer, and was going to pee anyway, I jumped into the pool. I started peeing instantly. I found this a preferable solution and would deliberately just go in the pool in the morning and afternoon, whenever I felt the urge. I have to believe that most of us were doing this as it was rare that someone asked if they could use the bathroom, and it was a big production. We had to get someone to bring us into one of the barracks as the activity room had no bathrooms for us either. I only remember tagging along with someone else who asked once. This arrangement worked fine until the last few days of camp when it was to chilly to go swimming. I tried to limit my fluid intake and was able to hold on much longer than I expected. Camp was 8AM -4PM, so by 3:30 we were back up in the day campers building, where the bathroom was kept locked except when someone asked to use it. I wonder now if coach liked to see desperate boys saying they had to go. Some boys snuck behind the building to go and were called out and punished in front of the group. By 3:30 on this particular day I somehow had not peed since I left the house in the morning, but I was extremely desperate. At this age I usually did not get much sensation in my bladder, just in my penis. However that day my bladder felt full and the pressure at my pee hole was intense. I struggled to hold on a few minutes longer by squeezing myself hard and doing a pee-pee dance. With my pee about to come out I made a quick dash behind the building and unzipped myself and peed. Until that day I never had peed that long or as hard. I peed forever, making a big bubbly puddle on the ground. It was either that, or do it in my pants, since nobody wan ted to ask the coach, least of all me .I got called out by the coach for doing it however. Therefore, the next day when again no pool activities, I decided not to repeat what I had done the day before. Fortunately I did not have to go quite as bad, and although it was necessary to hold myself I was able to hold on a while longer. At 4PM those going on the bus left and I went down to the office area to wait for my father to pick me up on the way home from work at about 4:20 followed by a 20 minute ride home. By 4:00 I was just as desperate as the day before. I was also thirsty from not drinking much all day. I made the mistake of going inside to get a drink from the water fountain. Although I was already desperate and squeezing myself and squirming, to try to hold back my pee, the drink brought me right to the brink. There was no one in the office for me to even ask for a place to go. Then the phone rang and somebody appeared to answer it. He asked why I did not answer it. I said I did not know I was supposed to. I did not add that I could not stand still, because I was about to wet my pants, although it was obvious from my dancing and grabbing. Since my father was going to pick me up soon, and remembering the huge amount I peed the previous day, I did not want to wet my pants afraid all that pee would make it obvious. So I decided to go in a nearby wooded area. I did not make it. About half way there, despite my holding my penis tightly, my pee forced its way out. By this age I guess I had enough control, that although my white cotton briefs got quite wet, I was able to stop the flow before it soaked through to my pants. Looking back on it being able to not pee from when I left the house around 7:15 AM until 4PM at age 11 was quite an accomplishment. I almost held it an entire adult day, only being unable to hold it until late in the day. Even then I only partly wet myself. This bladder control serve me well in my high school days, when I frequently held it 7AM -5PM. Although this hurt I always arrived home dry. OK for some reason perhaps since I am adding to my original post right away , with no replies in between it is not letting me break these stories up. Part 3 About a year later at age 12, actually almost 13 I went to a friend’s house for the day. This was during the winter though. He was a big guy who never seemed to need to go. I made sure I went before my father dropped me off there about 9 AM. After lunch I began to need to pee badly, but was considered too old to old myself, so I forced myself to refrain except when I thought nobody was looking. We went bowling at a nearby alley, where I could have looked for the restroom but didn’t. It started snowing, and he had to deliver the afternoon newspaper so we rode bikes in the snow doing this, all the while I was still holding my pee, because I never saw him go. About 3 hours went by since I needed to go, it was about 3:30PM and I had to go really bad. We went sledding in the fresh snow in his front yard. There was a big jump off where we landed in his driveway. The jolt was too much for my straining bladder. With my pee about to come out I desperately pressed against my penis through my winter coat. He saw this and asked if I needed to go someplace, but a few seconds later I started going in my pants. I kept pressing myself and after about 10 seconds of terror , fearing I was going to embarrass myself , by soaking my pants in front of him , I managed to stop peeing . Again my briefs were wet, but the absorbance of the white cotton served me well, there was no external damage. I asked him what he meant by going someplace. He probably knew I had done some in my pants. Although the extreme pressure was relived I still needed to pee. This need intensified greatly over the next 3 hours or so. Without any jolts jarring my bladder I was able to hold it in, with the help of my hand when nobody was looking. I did not pee the rest of the day After dinner his parents dropped me off at home on the way to Church. He had 6 brothers and we all climbed into the family van. By this time I had to pee worse than I ever had in my life. To say I was desperate was an understatement. OMG everything hurt like never before. My bladder holding 9 hours of urine minus what I had leaked was painfully stretched. My entire penis throbbed. The pressure at my pee hole was unbelievably intense. It literally felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately it was dark so nobody could see I had both hands tightly squeezing my penis, I was so close to a huge wetting , I feared one hand would not stop it. I was squirming my legs as well. It did not matter if they did notice, because I was about to wet my pants at any second. I knew for certain this would be unlike any previous accident I had. I would not just wet my underwear like I had done earlier in the day, or any other time for that matter. This was about to be a huge soaker, wetting not only my pants but making a huge puddle on the car seat getting the others wet as well. This would be awful. Somehow I managed to hold on through shear willpower, and fear of being mortified. How would that have gone over if I not only wet my pants, but got others on the way to church wet as well. There was so much pee in my bladder I could not believe I had held it all, or not gone at my friend’s house. I knew full well I had not peed all day and how badly I needed to go for a long time. He must have gone at some point; especially since he was going to church but I never saw it. I ran into the house, bent over holding myself tightly. It was better my family saw that then me wetting my pants. I rushed to the bathroom, but I had to let go of my penis to get it out of my pants. Thinking quickly as I had no time left I unsnapped my pants and slid one hand inside. I released my hand on the outside my pants and grabbed myself on inside. In the exchange I started to pee a bit in my pants, but it was less than it would have been, at least I slowed the flow a bit until I was free of my pants. I then peed for the hardest and for the longest time ever in my young life, perhaps rivaling my adult times. The relief was enormous, and somehow sexually arousing. If I had to wait just a few minutes longer I would have done all that pee in my friend’s car. I said throughout these 3 stories That through my mother’s choice I was wearing white cotton briefs, and I was glad for that ; because of their superior absorbency I was able to limit all my wettings to just my underwear. I still wear them to this day because I enjoy the way that absorbency feels when I “accidently “on purpose wet my pants. Speaking of needing to pee I said when I posted my adult unplanned wetting story that I needed to pee. I have not moved and have been working on this series ever since. I just noticed that was almost 4 hours ago. I have been distracted by my work, and did not realize that much time had passed. No wonder I have to pee so badly, and have been squirming and needing to occasionally grab myself for some time.
  3. I woke this morning feeling hassled, and thought I’d try to relax the omo way, while making a video for your delectation. Decided to sacrifice my boxers in the name of art. As it’s the first video I have posted (though not the first omo video I have made), I would appreciate your comments. I wore the thin cotton boxers back to front so the fly wouldn’t spoil your view, and managed to keep my bits hidden so this is family friendly, cough. But NSFW unless you work for a very relaxed establishment. Cropped and cut for small file size. What do you think? 139_cut.mp4
  4. gottliebeln

    Good Omens

    probably one if the most messy pieces of art i’ll post, but i realized there was absolutely NO good omens omo content so hey! here we are!
  5. As with anything I post, this is verbose and focuses more on situations and details than the act(s) they accompany. Male solo wetting only. ***** I haven’t had the urge to pee myself in at least 10 years. I did it once or twice with the woman I would go on to marry, as a couples wetting sort of thing, but to me this has mostly been a spectator sport. Today was way outside of the norm. My wife and kids are traveling to friends and family throughout their summer vacation away from school. I, however, still have to work so I stay home with a self-assigned list of home improvement projects that are much easier to take care of without the kids around. They’ve been gone about three days. I woke up this morning, having watched a few videos of this particular fetish before bed last night, and a thought as alien to my conscious self as if it had occurred to the cat that was unceremoniously walking across my head, was front-and-center. “I’m going to wet myself today.” “Wait, what?” Rational Me said. “Self, where the hell did that come from?” “Don’t know, don’t care,” My recently-encamped alien answered back. “Why not? You have the house alone, nowhere to go, and all day to get there.” “Fair point, Self,” Rational Me concedeed. After this internal dialogue I rolled over to open my underwear drawer and pulled out the only pair of white briefs I own, the last time they were worn was for a similar purpose. Loose boxers, what I generally prefer, are pretty terrible to get wet. I slipped these on, along with a T-shirt I would wear for the painting I had scheduled for myself today. I went downstairs and started the coffee, and began loading up my bladder. I walked out on the back porch to enjoy a rather stormy morning, listening to the rain falling. An hour and a few cups of coffee later the need was there. My back yard is quite private, and” the rain ensured no neighbors on the few areas that could be seen. I stood up, stretching, and walked to the doorway. Part of me internally was still questioning whether this was going to happen. Again I thought - why not? I tried to let go, but as this isn’t something that happens, it was difficult. But not impossible. I felt the warmth flow out of me and around my scrotum, then falling by my feet on the porch. It didn’t take long, and it was over in a moment. The warmth was not unpleasant, enjoyable after a fashion. I may stay like this if I can control myself. I could not control myself. The feeling gave me inspiration to search around with this fetish, which gave me another kind of inspiration. I had wasted a good chunk of the morning being decidedly unproductive, so I cleaned up, changing into blue athletic boxer briefs and old painting Wranglers, and got to work. A couple hours later my bladder was making its presence known again. I hadn’t given this morning’s actions a second thought, losing myself in my work. But now, I thought, “well - why not make a day of it?” I walked to the bathroom, removed my jeans, and stood over the toilet, boxer-briefs still on. It was easier this time, I had to go more than I had initially thought. Most went quickly through the thin athletic material, leaving less of a wet spot than I had suspected. “I can use this to a somewhat perverse advantage,” I thought. I turned, pulled my jeans back on over my wet underwear, and returned to painting. I was more surprised by how I didn’t feel abnormal working around the house with wet underwear still on, and a slight dampness showing on the front of my jeans. Two or three hours later everything was dry and no trace could be seen, either on the underwear or jeans. I decided I needed to grab dinner at the supermarket. Not thinking twice about leaving the house in clothes that were soiled a few hours prior, I hopped in the car and went shopping. It was somewhat of an internal thrill walking around the store with this knowledge, that anyone who looked twice at my clothes were simply looking at the smattering of paint stains on my jeans. When I returned home, I had to pee. “To hell with it,” I thought, putting my dinner and drink down, and walked back to the bathroom, again removing my jeans. This time I didn’t have to pee with the force of the last time, and more ran down my leg, soaking the legs of the boxer-briefs. I shrugged, not particularly caring, pulled my jeans back on, and grabbed my dinner. I finished off the evening working a couple more hours as the underwear and jeans dried around me. I don’t know where these urges came from, wetting myself isn’t even a suppressed urge. And rewetting myself is unprecedented, but thrilling. At one point my wife and kids video called me to say goodnight, and I stood in wet underwear talking to all, yet none will ever know. I do, however, wish my wife were home and would like to participate with me. It’s been several years now since she’s performed for me, and longer since she’s asked me to do it with her.
  6. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings 😄 I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself 😄 Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get 😛 What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  7. Thegame123

    Holding error

    I have been in to wetting for years now and have always enjoyed wetting myself in private every now and then. Despite my love of wetting I would be be motified if I was to ever wet myself in public. I have had 2 public accidents that I remember - one I was a child and just couldn't hold on (I think this is where my wetting fetish originates from), the second time I was 17/18 walking home from a drunken night out, I was on my own and the street were quiet with the odd car driving past. Bursting for a wee I decided to let go as it was a cold night, this wasn't an accident as such but being drunk muddled my thinking on that night. However on both occasions it wasn't a big deal for different reasons. So that brings me to something that happened to me little over a month ago. These days I am in my 30's - married with 2 young children. The occasions for having some personal wet fun a few and far between. I usually go away for work once every few months so use this as an opportunity to play. I usually go out for tea have a few drinks and look to get back to my hotel room rather desperate then wait until I have an accident. Over the past few occasions I haven't got desperate enough, meaning I've returned to the hotel desperate but never close to an accident I usually let go by choice as it takes too long. So onto last month, I arrived at the hotel already semi desperate after a long journey . This time however I had decided that I really wanted to be desperate and wanted a proper accident that I couldn't control. So with this in mind I headed out for tea. I walked about 10 minutes from the hotel to a local pub. In total I spent about 2 hours at the pub and had 3 pints with my dinner. Feeling pretty close to the edge I decided to make tracks. Once I got up the weight of my bladder hit me hard, my heart fluttered with excitement but also slight panic as I was closer that I'd ever been to losing it but at this point I was still in public with lots of people about. The 10 minute walk took more like 15 as I couldn't walk full pace due to my aching bladder. However I was still in control or so I thought. I made it back to the hotel and headed to my room. My heart was beating so fast and my bladder was close to giving up. I was on the first floor so headed up the stairs, I skipped up the stairs a little too quickly and my bladder contracted with a quick dribble forcing it way out. Shit I thought it's happening I quickly made my way into the corrridor. As I approached my door my bladder contracted again, I tried to hold it but a small amount of wee dribbled out for about 2 seconds. At this point I was in the quiet corridor metres from my door. 'I could just let go here, how naughty I thought'. I was within seconds of fully letting go when I heard a some voices and a door open down the corridor. I held back but not without another steady stream trickling out. I headed to my door and held the card up to the door and......nothing. I tried again as my bladder starting throbbing hard as if giving an alarm for an impending flood. 'Shit, Shit.....' I whispered as I tried the key over and over. No luck, I had to head back down to reception. At this thought my bladder contracted again letting a spurt out much stronger than before it was only brief but I could still feel that my boxer shorts under my jeans were getting damp at the top of my left thigh. At this point I grabbed my cock through my pocket and held it tightly, practically pinning it shut. I headed back down the stairs hand in pocket holding tightly, so tightly it was hurting a little. I made it down stairs with no mishaps and headed to reception. As I got there I saw a slight queue, my heart sank. This can't happen I thought....then salvation I saw the toilets, I'll have to go it would mean the end of any potential accident but the risk of having it in public was far too real now. I made it too the loo and opened the door but it would work. I then saw the sign 'TOILETS FOR GUEST ONLY USE KEYCARD THE ENTER', I got my card out but then remembered it didn't work. I felt another spurt escape as I let go when getting my card. I tried just encase but no look. 'Right to reception I thought, get the card come back here to the loo' I headed back to reception, my bladder now was contracting fairly constantly. My death like grip on the end of my penis stopping me losing control. I joined to queue one person was being served and then it was due to be me. As I stood i felt a gentle stream release without warning almost directly into my hand, the warmth I felt on my pocket would have been heavenly if I wasn't in a hotel reception with 20 people around. I looked down and was amazed that the only wet spot visible was a very small one near my pocket and a slight streak near my knee, my left leg was feeling quite wet all the way down but at the moment it was soaking through too badly. It felt like forever but then I made it too reception, the girl serving me was highly attractive. I was even more determined not to let go now. I muddled my words a fair bit at first but she soon realised what I wanted. She asked for some ID, without thinking I used both hands to get my wallet out. Releasing my grip was an error and as hard as I tried a felt a gentle stream begin to release, it wasn't a torrent by any means but it wasn't stopping either. Here I was casually wetting myself in front of this highly attractive receptionist and she didn't have any idea due to the reception desk. The stream lasted for about 5 seconds until I could jam my hand back in by pocket to stem the flow. I knew now that I would have a definite wetspot so decided the best plan was to head back to the room so nobody would see my wet spot. The girl to her credit was quick and before I knew it I was on my way, as I headed if I looked down to see if I'd left any mess and there was only a small drop or two which was not obvious what it was. I quickly headed to the stairs as I felt to end was near. I took my hand out and decided just to move a quick a possible regardless of the outcome. As I ran up the stairs I started spurting jets with each step, these were powerful so much so I could hear it spray down my legs in the quiet stairwell. I quickly made it into my corridor still holding a small semblance of control but this was very small. I made it too my door and prayed for the fob to work. If it didn't I was done and would be heading back down to reception in wet jeans. I held the card up and saw the green light and my bladder began its release. I tried to stop but it was having non of it, a couple of strong 5 jets released down my legs and I opened the door got on to my room and closed the door I was safe from a full public accident, but this was happening and now. I had know control it felt really strange, I looked down am my jeans were getting very wet mainly down the left leg, I stumbled into the bathroom not wanting to pee on the carpet. I then just emptied against my will and my god if it wasn't the longest pee I'd ever had. My front of my jeans were fully soaked and I let a huge puddle covering practically the whole of the small tiled floor. I must have peed for over a minute. Afterwards my legs were like jelly and I just sat in the puddle not really sure what had just happened. That night things got a bit worse as I woke up in the middle of peeing the bed against my will. Both experiences were somewhat exhilarating however the total loss of control did scare me. The feeling was different to being desperate and choosing to let go and I'm not sure if I'll do it again. Anyway sorry for the lengthy story.
  8. hey so i wrote this very self indulgent disaster and i thought i'd post it here for other people to indulge in. its homestuck in 2019, its kinda shippy, its 100% unfinished and just drops off at the end. its ART. no its not ALSO i take custom fic commissions. this little number is almost 6000 words and would cost about 50 bucks. ill write anything except ageplay. ------- Kankri finally permits you to accompany him to a film. One film, Cronus, so make it a good one. Compromise is only reached after promising to go with him to the store afterwards to stock your meal vault with something other than “heaps and heaps of sugar.” You’re so pleased he’s relented to going out in public with you that you’d let him fill your whole hive with Vantas-approved hyperorganic, ethically packaged and sampled food. Before you leave, Kankri makes you wait patiently for him to “make the place presentable.” He intends to cook and needs a spotless radius of thirty feet at all times to do so. You don’t consider yourself someone who lives in filth but he spends half an hour scrubbing anyways. The Vantas-Maryams must live in an antisceptic tank. Waiting on the couch makes you sleepy to the point that you begin to doze off. When Kankri rouses you you blearily chug an energy drink so you don’t fall asleep during the film. At the theater, the electric blue of the slushie machine is persuasive enough to justify dropping a few bucks on an extra large. You get Kankri a soda as well even though he expresses his disinterest. He has to have the classic movie theater experience including soda and and a big bag of grubkernels. Just as you get comfy in the dark theater your abdomen distantly twinges. You probably drank a stupid amount right before watching a movie, but hindsight twenty twenty you suppose. You aren’t worried enough to refuse finishing the last half of Kankri’s drink when he refuses it. Halfway through the film, regret is catching up with you. You’re pretty sure Kankri will never want to do this with you again. He is reasonably absorbed in the plot and, ever the polite movie watcher, he hardly acknowledges your existence. The chance of him picking up on your discomfort is low, you think, however you really have to pee. It’s making you jumpier than you already would be. You’ll look like an idiot if you get up; Kankri will question why you took him to see a movie if you were going to leave for part of it, and you don’t want to admit to needing to go badly enough to get up. So you don’t. And you’re fine. You nervously chew on the straw of your nearly empty drink (which is so huge, that’s really all inside you now oh God) and try to shove the need to the back of your mind. You’ll run to the trap after the flick and be done with it then. For now, you just have to wait. Something about that thought makes your junk tingle pleasantly. You briefly contemplate an alternate scenario in which Kankri is cognizant of the growing tension between your hips. You cross your legs as casually as possible and tense up against the pressure your jeans put between your legs and against your stomach. It feels good and makes you hyperaware of how firm your abdomen has gotten. You want to shift your thighs together and chase the feeling but Kankri would chide you for squirming. Your cheeks prickle at the thought. Being vaguely horny entertains you for a while until it really starts to get bad. You miss the last twenty minutes as you are too busy agonizing about how stupid you were to drink so much and how it’s all just sitting in your gut and your bladder and it’s only going to get even worse you drank so much. You’ve never been so happy to have reached the end of the movie when you do. You aren’t someone who spends a lot of time with your bladder so full; you’re really getting close to a level of urgency that you aren’t happy to be out in public with. Kankri rises, brushes himself off, and shares his thoughts as you try to walk calmly out og the theater. “Well, that was alright I suppose. I’d rather just wait to watch something at home next time, though. It’s uncomfortable to be around so many other trolls, and the whole “theater” concept is rather gimmicky. I really think they’re simply more breeding grounds for bacteria and indecent behavior… That said, I’m not unhappy I came.” “Me too, doll.” You hardly hear anything he says. You really need to piss and you aren’t the only troll who does. Your bloodpusher sinks through your feet at the sight of the lines for the traps. They stick out the doors and trail down the halls. You can’t justify waiting in that without admitting the intensity of your need, and you don’t want to stand around waiting for so long. You’ll just wait to be home in fifteen minutes. “Ugh, there are far too many people in these kinds of places, Cronus. Next time I get to pick the location. Perhaps the library?” “Sounds nice, chief.” You feel swallowed up by the trolls around you, stuck in the middle of the crowd and really needing to be somewhere private. Kankri weaves through the crowds faster than you. He waits by the exit with his hands on his hips. “Let’s go to the store and get home.” Fuck! You try not to stomp your foot in frustration. “Right, the store. Cool.” He’ll only berate you for being impolite and irresponsible if he finds out, so you won’t be obvious about it or make him wait for you. Besides, you don’t want him to think you’re too weak to wait until you get back to your hive. Ahh, your stomach feels so round and full, almost like you need to support it with your arms. You take a moment to be glad you wore your big jacket so you can hide your swollen melon of a bladder. The pressure on your pisshole remains dull and throbby, ever present but not impossible to live with (yet). As you walk the sensation burns worst at several epicenters, one between your legs, one across your abdomen and one deep inside your nook. Your slowly emerging bulgetip throbs headily, responding to the mounting internal pressure. You. Have. To. Pee. “Cronus!” Aw, shit. Kankri sneers in your face with his hands on his little hips. “I feel like a broken record, but you really never listen to a word I say! Do you have soundproof padding instead of a skull?” He firmly raps his knuckles on your sternum as though knocking on a door. The vibrations travel down your core to deep inside your nook, behind your desperate bladder. You struggle not to wiggle away and groan. “Sorry, Kan. Lead the way. ‘Splain as we go.” You promptly run out of sentence-structuring juice. Luckily for you, he takes you up on your suggestion and guides you by the left elbow. “I gotta pee so bad,” you moan under your breath. “What did you say? Stop mumbling.” FUCK stop saying your own thoughts aloud! You shake your head, regretting ever opening your mouth. Kankri sighs heavily. “Don’t interrupt me, Cronus. Anyways, we’re picking up some ingredients at the market so I can make us a proper meal. Don’t slow me down.” Oh no, not a problem at all chief, you won’t be slowing anyone down. You’re bordering on frantic. Your fangs are floating. Alright Chief, these trains of thought are lookin’ to crash into each other. You got this! Don’t think about it. You’ll help Kankri track down what he needs so you get on the shuttlehusk as quickly as possible. Then you can sit down, cross your legs, and immediately after you’ll be home. Of course, the only store Kankri deems enterable is the furthest from the station. Hope lights up in your soul when you reach your destination. Maybe you’ll find relief in here, somehow. “How can I help out, pal?” Your heart sinks when he responds by handing you the basket expectantly. Follow him around as he ponders about what specific size of green leafy thing to buy, is what he means. Not a problem for you, of course. You simply are incapable of staying still so you shift your weight from side to side while Kankri browses vegetables. You’re a little afraid that if you stood still you might immediately begin to lose it in your pants. Cool flush races up your throat to the tips of your ears as you dwell on the thought of losing control right here in the middle of the aisle, in front of Kankri. Your body begs you to relax and let it release buckets all over yourself and where you stand. The thought makes your nook clench and your pisshole spasm. Suddenly you feel numb between the legs. For a gut-wrenching second you can’t tell if you’re wetting or not. The basket hits the ground immediately as you shove a hand into your crotch. Your jeans are damp. Your legs slam together and you bend over in a panic. You’re actually wetting yourself in public. Please no, no, not here man this is such shit! You spring up like a frantic jack in the box and stamp your foot to regain control. Kankri, bless him, missed your humiliating performance. He returns from the next aisle with an armful of grubshells. “Hello? You alright back here?” You have to wonder how a lowblood so small can talk as though he is so high above you. “I’m just fine, chief,” you manage. “Stubbed my toe.” Kankri’s scathing doe eyes glance you up and down. He almost looks like he’s smirking at you. “You are such a baby. Try to keep up.” “Yes Boss,” you grumble. Bending over to pick up the basket makes your thighs shake. If only Kankri was as desperate as you, he wouldn’t be so aloof. Biological needs are downright incapacitating when as urgent as yours. You’d like to watch Kankri struggle to stand still long enough to pick out his ridiculous groceries, knowing that under his perfectly pressed sweater he’s aching for something so classless and primal. Something that even he can’t deny himself of forever. You’ve hardly seen him enter an ablution block, let alone desperate to go. Kankri’s tiny frame can’t possibly hold that much, you reason. He must be pretty anal about it, as he is with everything, to make sure no one ever sees him so undone. You wonder if he’d crack under the internal pressure and admit his need to you or if he’d try to keep it entirely hidden and inevitably hit that point where, no matter how hard he tried, he would end up making a mess of himself. The fantasy soothes your own need long enough to make it to checkout; however you doubt Kankri would ever be as careless as you as to get into this kind of situation. Furthermore, you yourself are nearly at that awful, humiliating point. Carrying the groceries to the station for is almost unbearable, but Kankri seems to expect you to do it therefore you do without complaint. Every step jostles and constricts your bladder. Kankri doesn’t seem to be walking as briskly as usual; perhaps you have to go so badly that time is slowing down around you. Mercy shines her glorious light upon you via your train home’s headlights appearing as soon as you reach the platform. You board the train with haste. Oh, lord, the train. It’s not packed, but it’s crowded. You need to find something to sit on and grind against or you will lose it before you get off the train. A small tug at your elbow. “There’s a seat here, Cronus.” Kankri is your savior, you’ll never talk smack about him again. You sit down immediately with your purchases on your lap, away from your stomach. Your jeans cut into your abdomen, ripping the dearly anticipated moment of relief away from you. Kankri takes his purchases from you while you squirm into a more comfortable position as subtly as possible. To your shock and horror, he does not choose to sit in the seat to your right but instead in your lap. Since when does Kankri Vantas sit in your lap? On public transport? You gesture incredulously to the empty seat. How are you supposed to fidget around with him in your lap? “Oh, good idea Cronus.” He places one of the bags on it and the other between your feet. He sits sideways on your shuffling legs, one hand wrapped around the aisle pole for stability. You chuckle nervously. “Woah there, since when were you okay with this kinda stuff?” He leers down at you. The bag in the empty seat next to you rustles. A couple of your fellow passengers are giving you distasteful looks, but no one seems to make anything of you other than an unusual and obnoxious red pair. “It’s crowded, Cronus. We take up less space this way.” Bull-fucking-shit. You squint-eyes at him and he rolls his. One of his arms wraps around your shoulders and he leans into you, putting more pressure than you can stand on top of your stomach. Immediately you worry you’re going to lose it full-force onto your seat. You hiss and dig your nails into his waist. “Babe, I love this an’ all, but please-- get off me!” Kankri looks at you in a way that makes you nervous. “Hmm? Why? I thought you liked P-D-A.” Shame spills over in your gut, but you have no creativity right now. You have to confess the truth. Looking down, you quietly confess your plight. “I do, I do, I just gotta piss, man. That’s all.” Kankri pauses a moment for you to add anything else you might have to explain yourself, then smiles at you patiently. “I know.” His tone is noxiously sweet. You gape at him in horror but he ignores you and gazes out the window. You want to set yourself on fire. He’s known the whole time. Kankri glances down at your face and cracks an amused grin. Oh God, he’s mocking me. “Is something wrong?” Kankri laughs softly and leans in close again. His breath is hot on your ear. You try not to groan in muddled desperation and embarrassment. “No, nothin’. You just aren’t helping me at all by sittin’ on my lap. You’re, um, squishing me, y’know?” Kankri’s arm comes down between you and rests threateningly over the swell of your distended bladder. “Squishing you?” He leans into it, watching you carefully. Neediness punches you in the gut. You bounce your knee frantically and try not to moan loud enough for anyone else to hear. Your bulge begins to unsheathe and press against the fabric of your jeans. You clench a fist in Kankri’s sweater and breathe out unsteadily. You have to go so badly it’s difficult to breathe deeply. Kankri is about to force you to make a very public, very pissy mess of yourself. He must see the realization on your face, because he pulls back and pats your shoulder amicably. “You’ll be fine, dear. We’re almost home.” How dare he patronize you. Hate and love and lust and shame dissolve into each other and make your nook drool. You give up fighting him only because you need to fight a bigger battle right now. Your bladder throbs and you grit your teeth. You will make it to your hive without disgracing yourself. You just have to focus. Kankri’s hot breath on your face is very distracting. “You’ll be fine,” he repeats as his small hands press with surprising firmness against your stomach. Curling away from him gets you nowhere but trapped against the back of your seat. “You really looked like you might not be alright, though, back at the store. I asked you to hold the basket to test your composure. You were dancing around like a child.” Kankri speaks as though he is observing you for entertainment. You fight so hard not to whine. Your fins, which are surely bright purple, shudder and droop. Your nook clenches and your bladder screams. He’s got to be exaggerating just to get at you; how does he think his is helpful? You’re certain that the little sadist doesn’t. The train stops for longer than usual at one stop and Kankri takes the seat next to you as the car finally empties. You perch at the edge of your chair and jackhammer your knees with your hands gripping your thighs. You’re about to try and get off the train to find a bathroom when it starts up again. Just as well, if there wasn’t one available right off the platform you’d have to wait for the next train home in soaked clothes. Kankri places his hand on the small of your back. The gesture is comforting for a moment until he curls his fingers in two belt loops and tugs the waistband of your jeans back against the swell of your bladder. You crumple in on yourself and try not to wail. “Sit properly, Cronus. Goodness.” You nearly die from how embarrassed you are. At least you’re alone in the car now, you are no longer able to stay still. You try to steady yourself, thighs pressed together and the unsheathed third of your slick bulge throbbing, but you just can’t find any position that gives you the relief from the intense pressure between your legs that you desperately want. In a pathetic search for anything to help you hold your overstuffed bladder, you shove your arm between your legs and grind your crotch into your forearm. You are so sensitive but so desperate. Kankri tsks. “You aren’t doing a very good job of remaining composed, mister charming. What if anyone else was in here?” It is the physical reality that you can’t keep it together at the moment and you just hate him for insinuating that it should be easy. You’re utterly bursting. A harsh shiver runs down your spine and catches in your gut. Nausea washes over you and a moan bubbles up in your throat. The next thing you know, you’re pissing yourself. It takes a second for you to process that you’re really pissing. You’re just going and you can’t stop or slow down. So much is stuffed inside of you that it doesn’t feel like you are, but wetness forcefully shoots into your pants with an audible hiss. It races out from between your legs and around your thighs. Panicking, you jump to your feet and double over, gripping yourself and pissing right through your fingers. Kankri makes an alarmed sound. “Oh my God, Cronus stop!” “I’m trying!” You want to yell at him but it comes out as an unsteady moan, almost a sob. You manage to shut the stream off despite how badly your body begs to continue releasing. Your inner thighs are soaked down to your knees and one wet stream streaks down around your right calf to your ankle. You lock your legs together and wipe your piss stained hand the dry part of your jeans, the pair that you are so pleased are black. “Fuck me,” you groan. Least that would help me hold. You slap your mental self. “You made a mess of public property,” Kankri oberserves quietly. The disdain in his voice is diluted by something else, shock perhaps. He’s right; your seat has a wet spot the size of your splayed hand and the floor beneath your feet is splattered with your leaks. Your face feels like it must be solid violet. “I can’t do anything about it,” you mumble. You quickly sit down and pop the button of your jeans. It makes very little difference. Your bulge thrashes for more space, but there is none just as there’s none in your bladder. You swallow heavily. “I just. I jus’ couldn’t. Kan, you don’t understand how fuckin’ bad I gotta go. I dunno if I can, if...” Humiliation eats up your words and clamps your jaw shut. Kankri’s warm hand on your shoulder feels much more reassuring this time. “But you’re still enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, eyes trained downwards on the movement in your wet jeans. Your throat chirrs involuntarily because he’s right. “You’re going to be fine. There’s only one more stop until ours.” He rests his hand very gently against your stomach. “You won’t make a public spectacle of yourself because you know I’ll never speak to you again if you do.” Your only response is a pleading whine. He kisses your cheek, leaning somewhat awkwardly in order to avoid touching any part of you near your accident. “I know you’re strong enough.” He doesn’t sound like he really believes that you are. Despite the rising chances of being doomed, you rock diligently back and forth in your seat for the remainder of the trip. You will not pee yourself. It proves even harder to keep your gates locked up once they’ve sprung a leak, but you won’t pee yourself. Occasionally Kankri gives you murmured encouragement, but mostly you feel him closely watching you in thoughtful silence. His presence alone feels like disgracing yourself in front of an entire schoolfeed. You squirm under his sharp gaze but you’re swimming up to your fintips in piss and there isn’t enough room to try and avert his stare. Finally, blessedly, the train pulls into your station. You leap to your feet and vibrate impatiently in front of the car doors waiting for them to release you from your tormentous prison. Kankri hovers at your side. He seems a little humiliated to be seen with you, but he can stuff it because no one on Beforus feels more humiliated and needy and disheveled than you in this moment. The train doors part and you dart onto the platform only to be overwhelmed by the crowd of trolls around you. You have to go so badly you can hardly see. The only thought in your head is so full, so full, so full. You dither, paralyzed in all directions by the pressure, until Kankri grabs you by the arm and tugs you forwards. You follow him willingly and pray that he leads you somewhere you can rip your nasty jeans down and let go in a frantic rush. Kankri does not lead you immediately to a trap or an alley or a gutter or a damned shot glass. He guides you indifferently out of the underground, deftly avoiding as many trolls as possible. You freeze before the stairs, convinced you won’t make it up. Kankri pats your arm. “Forwards, Cronus. You can make it.” You feel liquid re-soaking your jeans with every other step all the way to the top but ignore it because you’d rather mostly make it than take too much time to compose yourself and gush everywhere right here. “Fuck me Kanny, jus’ fuck me I gotta piss I can’t do this--” He slaps at your shoulder. “Hush, we’re nearly there! You are acting like a wiggler!” You hadn’t realized you were whining aloud. You snap your jaw shut and exhale heavily through your nose. One day you’ll cut your tongue out and never embarrass yourself again. “‘M not a wiggler, I’m fine. I’m fine! Let go of me,” you demand. “Lemme just fucking go in the alley up there--” Kankri comes to an abrupt halt, his hands a vice grip around your bicep. He elbows you straight in the abdomen. In the middle of the pathway from town to your hive, you have to knock your knees together and try to ram your fingers against your pisshole to keep all two-something liters of liquid inside. The thick fabric of your pants and your pulsing bulge get in your way, and all you succeed in doing is shoving your junk up against your drooling nook and leaking around it. “Kanny, please--!” He glares at you dead in the eye, clearly unimpressed. “Did you understand me, Cronus? Stop making a spectacle of yourself and be quiet.” You glare at him through frustrated tears. He looks back at you impassively. The bright flush on his cheeks softens his expression, however. You give in to Kankri because you cannot hold it and fight him at the same time. “Understood Boss, now please let’s go. Please.” You mime zipping your lip shut and step from foot to foot in hopes that Kankri takes pity on you. He does. Your hivestem comes into view and you lose another gush that shoots down the inside of your legs. The crotch of your pants is saturated and dripping. Your trap is so close, a gate and two doors away. Everything between your thighs throbs painfully. Your bulge thrashes; relief is going to feel intoxicatingly good. Your bladder pounds like it’s full of molten metal. When you reach the gate, Kankri lets go of your arm. You wrench it open and stumble in the courtyard of your trash hive complex. Your ground floor dwelling calls to you like an old friend. Panting, you root in your too-tight pockets for the key. Each one comes up empty. The key is not on your person. You groan and double over. It’s too much. You look up at Kankri. He stands stiffly, arms crossed. “Key, Kanny, please!” Kankri sighs heavily and begins sifting through the grocery bags. He searches slowly like hes trying to make you lose it on purpose. “You didn’t think of this earlier? Maybe you don’t really have to go that badly, if you can plan to wait a few extra moments.” You ball your hands into fists and whine. Why does he have to mess with you? Your abdomen feels hugely distended and tight. You can not stand up even close to straight. Utterly, frantically desperate. That is how you would describe your current state. “Kankri I am literally pissin’ myself, please unlock the fuckin’ door. I know you have the key.” You wish you weren’t so obviously pleading with him. “I’m merely teasing you, since you’ve made it so easy to do so.” He dangles the key in front of your nose. “I found it, you’re welcome.” Oh thank God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You snatch it out of his hand, turn around to ram it in the lock, and turn it. With a soft click, you open the door. You do not get so far as the first step inside. Your body locks up as the door swings open and your muscles give out all in one awful instant. Piss explodes into your clothes and waterfalls down your legs. Nothing in the world, save magically sealing yourself shut, would stop your bladder from emptying into your boots and onto your doorstep. The relief cuts right through all the shame. You whiteknuckle the doorframe and buckle in at the knees because you feel too overwhelmed to hold yourself up. You can’t help moaning loudly as you watch your jeans glisten and the vaguely purple puddle under your shoes rapidly spread out. You are wholly drenched in seconds. “Oh, goodness,” Kankri whispers, voice caught in his throat. “Oh man,” you babble. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t kidding, Kanny. I’m sorry just I can’t…” your breath hitches. “I can’t stop.” Your legs shake so badly you have to sit down on the steps, in your own puddle, still uncontrollably pissing. You bury your face in your hands and finally, completely give up. Your fins flutter as you gasp to fill your lungs, trying not to whimper like you’re crying. There’s so much fluid in you that it takes an endless two minutes for you to fully empty. You’re a moaning mess before you’re halfway through it, hips rocking needily. Your piss-slicked bulge writhes in your pants, searching for stimulation. It’s disgusting for you to allow yourself to be reduced to a piss-soaked whore grinding against your own clothes anywhere, let alone in public right outside your hive. You don’t see anyone when you glance around, but you aren’t exactly quiet. You desperately want to run inside, but your legs refuse to move as urine pours out of you. As the stream finally begins to lessen you look up at Kankri through the blur of tears and rake your mind for something to say. He stands over you, purchases forgotten on the ground. He breathes shallowly through his open mouth and looks over his shoulder warily. “Look at this mess that you made,” he finally says, reaching down to run his hand through your hair. “That you are.” His eyes examine you up and down and settle between your jammed-together thighs. He cautiously nudges your knees apart with the toe of his shoe and you nearly cream yourself when you realize he’s examining how soaked you are. “I never thought I’d see you be so disgusting, and you’ve done a lot of things I find gross.” “Kanny,” you groan, hips canting forwards despite your efforts to stay still. “Don’t look at me like that, fuck.” The side of his shoe brushes your inner thigh and you shiver. His nose wrinkles in distaste. You can’t blame him; you’re well and truly soiled. “Like what? Like you’re a whore?” The title stings so much more coming from him. You moan and your bulge twists in the confines of your tight pants, which when fully swollen it is far too big for. Kankri tilts his head as though curious. You feel like a sample under a microscope and look away in shame. You don’t know where to go from here. If he doesn’t back off, you’re going to cum in the clothes you just wet. Kankri’s foot suddenly presses up between your legs, squishing your bulge in your soaked jeans. You yelp and reflexively try to scoot away but he follows you over the threshold, grinding the sole of his shoe against your crotch from heel to toe. Your hips roll greedily into the touch and you bite your lip to stay quiet. If any of your neighbors walk by, you’ll get evicted royalty or not. The look on Kankri’s face is unfamiliarly domineering and controlled. “You really are a bit of one, Cronus. It’s alright. You made it further than I thought you would. Of course, I’m incredibly appalled by your current state and lack of foresight. At the same time…” he grinds his heel down and you keen. Your nook spasms. You fight to keep your wet knees from touching him at all. “At the same time, you did the best you could, didn’t you? You well and truly lost control of yourself.” He clicks his tongue. “I knew how badly you had to go since the theater. You are truly horrendous at pretending you don’t need to attend to such things. I kept being certain you were finally about to beg me to help you find the facilities, but you never purposely dropped any hints.” So much for getting away with your moment in the market. Kankri gestures to the puddle around you. “I suppose I can forgive you for acting like such an indecent fool given how much you were… preoccupied with.” Your chest buzzes with muddled pride and shame. You really did hold so much for so long. Kankri’s shoe grinding on your filthy jeans stings raw, but you can’t help pushing into it. His tiny mouth curves into a smile. “Tell me Cronus, how much better do you feel?” “So much,” you gasp, hips jerking when his shoe shifts over your bulge. “Fuck Kan, I was so full.” “Oh? And what are you now?” Your nook aches for something inside of it. You duck your head shyly. “I…Empty.” He covers his mouth and laughs silently at you. “Your eloquence is astounding.” His foot pulls back and you whine, try to chase after it, need it back. You’re soaked and disgusting and spent and so very close to cumming. You need him to give it to you. Your arms shake so badly they barely hold you up. His “Kan, you were g’nna make me cum,” you manage. He looks a little taken aback by that. “You’re so depraved, good Lord. I should make you clean this up right now and then go home.” You feel like bursting into tears. “Nnno, no, Kanny please-- Please.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Shush, you’re so whiny.” You bite your tongue. He sighs, seeming to relent a little. “I shouldn't be rewarding this behavior.” At last, he firmly slots his shoe between your legs. “Thank you,” you gasp. “Fuckkk.” Your voice warbles off into a moan that threatens to alert the neighbors. Kankri sneers and leans more weight into you. Your eyes roll back into your skull a little. “Don’t you dare get too loud,” he hisses, “or I’ll be out of here in an instant and leave you locked out like this.” He shoves forwards and twists his ankle, and you feel the end rushing up on you. “Fuck, fuck, please Kan, I’m-- I needa-- Please!” You look up at him, teary-eyed and open, and beg to cum as quietly as you can. Your voice pitches all over the place and your chest heaves. Kankri tsks. “You want to make even more of a mess of yourself? Fine.” He very nearly kicks you in the bulge, the little shit. “Hurry up.” His foot grinds against your bulge and nook at the same time. Your hips snap frantically a few times until you cum with a violent shudder down your spine that ends in your nook clenching almost painfully around nothing. Pleasure rips through you like a punch in the gut. Slurry floods out of your convulsing nook and into your already ruined jeans. You collapse against the wall an absolutely hopeless, shaking mess. It takes you a moment to realize you’re pissing again. You didn’t know you had anything left in you. Kankri huffs and promptly scrapes his shoes off on the dry pavement, fetches his groceries and the key, and lets himself into your apartment. He leaves the door open for you. As soon as your legs steady enough you shuffle inside and slam the door behind you. Kankri’s left a towel for you on the knob of the ablution trap. You stumble gratefully into the tiny room and sink down to the floor of the shower, clothes and all, resolutely ignoring the load gaper you sorely needed five minutes ago. With a shaking hand you turn the water on and let it wet what little of you isn’t already soaked. When you get the stability back in your knees you stand and peel your sopping clothes off. Your abdomen is sore and your nook still aches to be filled. Another residual leak runs down your thighs, much colder than the water of your ablution.
  9. ntiu_123

    Pt 2 - Make it up to me

    Chris, Sean's and Richard's friend, was throwing a very grand party indeed. It was all set up in the hotel's great banquet hall. Unfortunately for Sean, the hall was jam packed with people they knew. People they had to meet, come what may. The next circle of friends had joined them. As they talked and laughed, Richard glanced at Sean with a little smirk on his face. Despite the wide grin on his face, it was clear that he was panicking. His eyes were a little pink and wide. His face, pale. Every now and then, he tugged up his slim-fit pants by its waistband, ran a hand over his swollen bladder and shoved his hands into his pants pocket while shifting on his feet. "Friends!" A voice bellowed from the stage ahead of them. They turned to see Chris, all dressed up in a shining tuxedo. "So here's the surprise I've been dying to tell you all." Smiling, he paused to look around the hall, checking to see if any of them could guess what it was. "Catherine and I are finally getting married." A round of gasps erupted. Then, a huge round of applause. "This is amazing!" Richard heard a random comment and glanced over at Sean to see him clapping his hands. The applause died down and Chris continued to talk upstage. Sean stuffed his hands back into his pocket and shifted on his feet again. Richard leaned towards him and spoke quietly. "How are you doing?" Sean glanced at him and rolled his eyes while sighing. "I can't do this," he hissed. "Yes, you can." "No, I can't. If I don't pee now, I'll be in trouble." "I still don't see the erection." "I can't have it in here. Not with all these people! Are you crazy?" "Fine. You want to pee?" "Since long!" "Okay, go and pee. But don't come back to me after that." "Richie..." "No, I mean it." "Can we at least cut down on the time? You're asking me to hold it till we get home, which is ridiculous. I already have to pee so badly. How the hell am I going to hold it all night?" Sean spoke in a frantic whisper. "I don't know. Just do it. And... that's where your erection comes in. It will lock in your piss." "Don't you get it? I can't get erect in here." "You will, if you're full enough. Problem is... you aren't." Sean held his tongue for a moment, clearly seething. He grabbed Richard's hand and placed it over his bladder. "Tell me now. Tell me that I'm full." He gnashed his teeth. Richard was stunned at the sudden move. He wasn't expecting that. He allowed his hand to rest over Sean's bladder for a moment, feeling its hardness. Indeed, it was full. Maybe not a hundred percent, but easily close to that. "Not enough," he smirked and gave a couple of pats, sending jolts into Sean's aching bladder. "Erections happen when you really-really-REALLY have to pee. And when I say that, it means, desperately. You aren't desperate enough." "I am." "It's time to raise your bar. I still say you're not desperate enough." "I told you that I am. I'm just aching since so long." "Simply aching doesn't mean you're ready. You will be when you really fear losing it. When you feel that hard push of pee struggling to get out, and then you succeed in holding it back, and you feel your cock throbbing. Until, the first jet of pee spurts out. And then another. And then another." "Are you crazy? I can't do all that in here!" Sean spat and leaned in closer. "Who's asking you to? Hold it in. That's how you get hard." Frustrated, Sean hissed and bend over a little and peeked into Richard's face. Sean was a good 6'3. Richard was close. "See, listen to me. Let's do all of this at home. Trust me! I'll do anything that you want. Tie me up. Make me wear what you want. Make me get the biggest erection ever. Make me hold it all day. Heck, even a couple of leaks for you." "That won't be an honest erection, Sean. Here, with all these people, you can't lie." Sean sighed and gulped hard. He was close to that criteria Richard mentioned. His cock was throbbing after a huge surge of pee desperation. "Can we at least sit down somewhere? I can't hold on like this." "I'd suggest you keep standing," Richard said coyly. "Challenge yourself." "I'll have an accident," Sean argued. "Do you want me to hold it or just piss myself?" Richard raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I see your point. Come, let's sit." They sat at a rectangular table for six. As soon as he sat down, Sean squeezed his thighs shut, fanned them and gently edged on the chair. Richard watched him, feeling aroused. He wasn't lying. He really did have to pee. And probably, he's close to exploding. Quietly, without being noticed, Richard slipped a hand under the table and stealthily slithered over Sean's thigh. Sean gave him a bewildered look. "What're you doing?" he whispered. "Checking you out?" Richard moved his hand to Sean's crotch, where his slim-fit pants were bunched up like a tent. He groped gently in an attempt to find his dick. With his pants being tight and fitting, and the ever-growing hardness, it wasn't hard to find Sean's penis. "Hmm, slowly getting hard, eh?" Gulping hard, Sean looked away and jiggled a leg. His face was getting red from it all... getting touched there, the arousal, the fear of being seen... and the desperate the urge to urinate. "You're doing good," Richard encouraged and continued to feel Sean's penis, holding it gently and progressing from the base to the tip. Sean squeezed his eyes for a moment and pressed down on his lips. Being touched there while having to pee desperately was a different feeling altogether. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes and let out a long, quiet puff. "What?" Richard smirked at him. He said nothing. He just clenched his abdomen. Richard could feel him do this again and again, a sign that he was working out on his pee muscles in a desperate attempt to not wet himself. "I'll piss myself," he heard Sean whimper with his head down. He could hardly talk. Squeezing his thighs tightly together and slowly bobbing his legs up and down, he leaned forward as the need to void his bladder built to extreme levels. His hand shot out to grab his penis which was already held by Richard. "What happened?" asked Richard. Sean was so red in the face. He was holding on with everything he's got. He tightened his hold over Richard's hand which was over his thrumming penis. "It's that feeling, isn't it?" asked Richard in an excited whisper. "The pee pushing hard to get out?" "Hmm." Sean nodded. He rocked back and forth on his chair. "It's okay, you'll make it," Richard assured and held Sean's hardening cock like a pencil, sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then, faster, by a step, then two... then more. It didn't take long for his form to grow by an inch or two. Sean exhaled while edging on his seat, as if humping Richard's hand. It felt like a hand job, the best hand job yet. "What?" asked Richard, smirking. "We need to find a bathroom," suggested Sean. "If it's to pee, then, I object." "No," Sean denied. "I don't believe you." Richard let go off Sean's penis and leaned back onto his chair. Sean shot at him, bewildered. "Why'd you stop?" "Because you were breaking the rule," replied Richard smugly. "You're supposed to get an erection on your own. Solely out of your desperation." Sean sighed in defeat and grabbed his hard on. He had to hold on till his "deadline" was completed. However, he hoped that Richard would let him go sooner. From the looks of it, he didn't think he could hold on that long. His bladder and penis hurt so bad from holding onto all the urine that was filling up by the minute. The next one hour was pure torture for Sean as the diuretic continued to fill up his bladder to stretching point. He should have taken at least three bathroom breaks by now, instead, he had none. When Richard looked at Sean, he was fanning his legs and edging at the same time. There was a clear, stiff bend in the fabric over his crotch. He wouldn't call it just a "bend". It was an erection. A good, solid erection that was still growing. He reached out and held it like a wand. Sean hissed, his belly and crotch sucking in. He banged his thighs shut and placed his hand over Richard's, right where his hard on was standing proud. "Don't," he pleaded. "Why not?" "Just don't. It makes it worse." "Makes what worse?" "Urine," he mumbled. "What urine?" "Urination," Sean repeated. "I'm just dying to go piss." "You're right. You do have to go. It's just so tight in there." Saying this, Richard rubbed over the stiffness in Sean's crotch, teasing his need to pee. "Don't. Please." "Rubbing it will help," Richard suggested. "Let me do it for you." Saying this, he went on to stroke his penis which was still within his pants and dying to let out the liquids in his bladder. Sean leaned forward, clenching his belly. He exhaled as a wave of pleasure coupled with intense desperation washed over his entire body. Wanting faster relief from the huge need to urinate, he grabbed his cock which was now erect in his pants. He clenched it hard and wrung the tip, as if doing so will suppress the desperation. "That's it, I'm going to the bathroom." He shot to his feet and Richard quickly pulled him down. "So does this mean that we're over?" "No!!! We aren't. Baby, if I don't go now, I'll piss myself." "I swear, the minute you go, I'll walk out of here. And you'll never even find me again." Sighing and in desperate tears, Sean gave in and continued to labor through another hour of extreme pee desperation.
  10. ntiu_123

    Pt 1 - Make it up to me

    "Richie! Richie!!! Hey!" Panicking, Sean raced after his boyfriend, Richard. He caught up with him and blocked his path. "Babes! Babes-babes-babes! Listen to me. Listen to me, please!" Richard tried to shoulder past, but, Sean grabbed his arm and held him back, making him sigh and look away. . "See, look, I can explain. What you saw back there, it isn't what it seemed like." "An erection is an erection, Sean. And an erection will always look like an erection." Richard was clearly disappointed, but adeptly maintained his calm. "Fine, I admit. I had an erection. But it was just a random one. It had nothing to do with that girl. Honest!" Not buying his alibi, Richard looked away, nodding in disapproval. "Sean, it isn't the first time I'm seeing this happen. It's happened several times before when she was around you. And I know what you feel about her." "Disgust!" Sean shrugged. "Disgust! That's what I feel when she's around." "Do I look like a fool to you? I know what's going on between you. I saw you kiss her that evening." His voice trembled as hurt surged and threatened to explode. Sean opened his mouth to defend himself but had nothing. Unable to meet Richard's piercing gray eyes, he looked away with a cold sheen of sweat glistening on his face. Richard expected another justification. Anything that told him he was wrong. But, he got nothing. His heart pounded, confirming his deep-seated fears. Sean wrung his face and sighed. With a hand on his hip, he worked up the courage to face Richard. "Okay, now that you say it, let me tell you that the kiss meant nothing. It was just a friendly gesture." "A friendly gesture? On the lips?" Richard simply gave him a deep, long stare, one that told him he wasn't buying it, that he already knew the truth. He was being cheated on! "No, on her cheek." "My eyes are pretty good, Sean. I know where you kissed her." "On the cheek," he insisted. "Lips! I saw it." "It was because you saw it from that angle." "It still doesn't justify the erection," Richard fought back. "Told you, it was a random one!" "Keep convincing yourself that!" Saying this, Richard turned around to leave. Panicking, Sean restrained him. "Leave!" He ordered. "Okay. At least hear me out," Sean pleaded. "I have been so far. And it's all been a bunch of lies. Now, leave!" "Okay, I will," Sean said quietly. "At least, let me tell you the truth about the erection." "What!!?" Richard spat back, his teeth clenched in rage. "I... I had to pee." "What?" Richard wasn't sure if he heard it right. "I had to pee." "So!!?" "I had to pee, that's why I had an erection," he justified. "Since when did you start getting erections when you needed to pee?" Richard questioned. He wasn't buying it. But the idea that his boyfriend had to pee, possibly that bad to cause an erection, was arousing. "I always do, more so if I have to go that bad," Sean admitted. Richard held his pout. He couldn't shake off the anger and hurt. "I don't believe you," he shot back. "It's the truth," Sean confessed. "I really had to pee that evening, and I didn't want to take leave, it felt awkward leaving her alone and walking off for a piss, so... I just held it." For a moment, they said nothing. Richard's deep breaths caught Sean's attention. "Trust me, baby, please. It's the truth. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Sean pleaded with his charming, chocolate brown, puppy eyes. "Anything?" "Anything." "Fine," Richard answered after a moment. x-x-x-x-x One evening, a week later, Richard and Sean were getting ready to hit a friend's party. Richard stood before the mirror and adjusted his bow tie. He looked suave in a black tuxedo. As for his boyfriend, Sean, he was busy getting into a royal blue shirt and a pair of slim-fit charcoal gray formal pants. Richard eyed him as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He loved to see him in fitting clothes, especially one that hugged his crotch and accentuated the features inside. He could never get enough of Sean's strong penis. And tonight, he was determined to get more out of it. He fixed a sparkling drink for both of them. Making sure that he wasn't being watched, Richard took out a sachet from his pocket and emptied it into Sean's glass, making the contents fizz for a moment. When it died down, he carried the glasses and handed one over to Sean. "I fixed us a drink," he said. "Great!" Sean replied, looking grateful for it. He stepped back and stretched out his arm. "How do I look?" "Sexy," smirked Richard, taking a moment to eye his delicious crotch. He was looking forward to test his not-so-convincing alibi from the other day. He wanted to see how erect he'd get, especially with the powerful diuretic he'd slipped into his drink. "These pants are a little tight," Sean said and tugged at the fabric digging into his groin. "That's okay," remarked Richard. "Makes you look extra special for the girls." Sean laughed. "You know I have eyes only for you." "Yeah, I know, drink up now, we're getting late." "Right!" Without wasting anymore time, Sean took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp. x-x-x-x-x Half an hour later, they were on the streets, riding in the backseat of a fancy limousine. They had hired the car to be in top form before their friend's guests. It was going to be a grand party at a star hotel. So they were sure to look their best. They were few minutes away from the hotel when Richard noticed Sean shifting. "I'll need the loo before we go in," he confessed. "It's strange, I usually don't get full this fast." Richard looked down, chuckling quietly. He glanced at Sean's crotch, at the way the fabric of his pants were bunched up. Was he getting an erection like he'd claimed? Or is it just the fabric? x-x-x-x-x Few minutes later, they were in the hotel. Sean seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, he was. His need to pee was building, making it harder to hold with every passing minute. "Sean," Richard called out as they hurried along. "I need to tell you something." "What?" "You told me it's strange." "What?" "That your bladder filling up this fast." "Yeah,"he said quickly. He wasn't really bothered about casual talk now. Richard paused mid-way and held Sean back. "I slipped a diuretic into your drink." Sean just stared at him as he took a moment to realize what he was talking about. When he finally understood, his eyes bulged out in horror. "What!!!? Why?" "You promised to make it up to me." "What? Make it up what?" Then, he remembered. "Shhhiiiittt!" "So you'll make it up to me, right?" "Baby..." Sean mumbled. He couldn't take this up now. Not with this kind of urgency. His bladder was filling up super fast, and waiting it out for another half an hour at the max would guarantee wet pants. He knew why Richard was doing this. To bust his alibi of his had-to-pee-erection from that evening. "You said that you get erections when you really need to pee, right?" "I do," he almost begged. "But can we prove that at home one day? Not here? I promise I'll hold it all day for you." "If there's something you need to prove, tonight's the chance. That girl isn't here." Sean sighed. The junction between his groin and lower abdomen ached as his bladder continued to fill up. "Baby, see listen," Sean held him gently. "I know what you mean, but see, I really really have to pee now. I won't survive out there without taking this piss, trust me. And it's going to be a long day." "Fine," Richard shrugged. "I won't stop you. Go and take your piss. But then, it's over between us." "What?" Sean couldn't believe his ears. "No, see, you can't do this." "I can, Sean," Richard was firm. "Hold it for me. Have me. Take your leak and forget me." Sean didn't know what to do. "How long?" "Till we get home." x-x-x-x-x
  11. Last night, I did a hold on Live thread and hoped that someone else was live as well. I drank two bottles of water and waited for results. At 21:00 (9 pm). I was holding together with @Selena Luna and tbh, I know i wouldn't have any chance against her since she had already outlasted someone before, so that's why i wanted to hold for like 1 hour or just do what i like the most on this fetish: asking for permission since i was already suirming in my seat, get up and then scissoring my legs, bending forward, resting my head on the drawer/table. I asked if i can go pee and the answer was obviously: "no". I kept holding my crotch tightly with my both hands and moaning/whimpering. It was so difficult to get up or spread my legs. It was like torture for me in that moment, until someone( @PCPort ) saved my day. I continued to hold for only another 15 minutes (21:35 to 21:50). I was bouncing my legs like crazy in hope i will get a good relief soon. It was 21:50, i got up and hobbled towards the bathroom, i pulled down my pants but didn't have time to pull down my underwear too. So i sat down on the toilet and enjoyed a good relief and a wet underwear. Here are some pictures taken (sorry for my hairy legs tho!):
  12. Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean
  13. My parents moved last summer to the new city and I must start at the new school at the same city. It was not easy because I was little bit shy and it took some time to get used to it. This day in the middle of the November we are going to the cinema to watch some documents about 2. worlds war. Our school is closed for this day because there is a election day to municipal councils. I still do not have any friends but I do not have any enemies so it is ok for me. It could be worse. Cinema was good. I like documents and history so for me it was well spent time. After cinema our teacher looks on her watches "Oh, there is a 11.45 I think we should catch a bus at 12:05". I say for me self "it takes 15 min. to stop so we have 5 min. more". Class is ready to go and I feel that I need to the bathroom not bad but I can feel the constant pressure in my bladder. "OK, it is not long to stop and not long to take bus to our stop". Moreover- I am too shy to ask and I do not want that all class wait for me, that they know that I am in the bathroom. November weather is not good here. In my old place it was some rain but not snow or too heavy wind. But here- something between snow and rain and wind, cold wind. Suddenly I feel that I need much more. But what now- we are hurring up the bus, there is no place to go and we do not have a so much time. I can see fast food reataurant. They have bathrooms, ok I must ask in front of a class. I am thinking about it all the way to fast food and I am trying to take a courage. "Miss teacher can I go to the bathroom here in this reataurant? I am back in a minute". "Yes of course, anybody else"? asks teacher. No only me alone. I feel super, now I am going to the bathroom, pee and we can go to the stop and drive to school. I am proud of myself. The doors are locked. Oh, fuck! What it means? There is a sign with text: key is at the cash. But can I ask for it, I am not customer, there is a line in front of cash, class wait for me, bus goes in 7 min..... No, I am going out, I can hold it, it will be warm on the bus. "Is everything ok" asks teacher and I reply that yes. Finally we are on the bus and there is a warmer than outside and I can sit and it helps me. After short time is my need back. I am shaking with my body, trying to be discreet but out teacher notices it. "Lukas what is wrong with you? Are you cold?" "Ehhh, I think I need to go to the bathroom" I reply "Bathroom? You was there in that restaurant...short time ago, right?" "Yes or no... there was closed bathroom" Oh, but now I cannot do it something for you, try to hold it, I am sorry, you should ask for key" I am in a bad situation, oh fuck. I am at this class 2,5 months and maybe I pee myself in front of classmates. It cannot happen. I'm going to the back of the bus maybe if I will stand so it will be better. Suddenly I am feeling a little spurt of my pee between my legs. I am in panic and try hold one my hand in my crotch. It helps maybe some seconds and now I am peeing in my jeans. Not all but 20-25 second, enough to make it visible.
  14. tarantulataras

    In the Dunes

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    A short video of me wetting my jeans in the dunes. Short after that I got caught by a guy asking me: ‘Are you okay?’ -‘Excellent!’, was my response. 😜 F4C71E1F-9576-4261-AE21-B5DC1BD78AE8.MOV

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  15. tarantulataras

    [Male] In the Dunes

    In the Dunes View File A short video of me wetting my jeans in the dunes. Short after that I got caught by a guy asking me: ‘Are you okay?’ -‘Excellent!’, was my response. 😜 F4C71E1F-9576-4261-AE21-B5DC1BD78AE8.MOV Submitter tarantulataras Submitted 03/03/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
  16. Hello all! I know it's been a while but I'm back. I've had a wild ride since I first joined this site. So back in 2015 I was taking a gender studies course in college. One of my classmates was a woman I'll call Ms. K. Ms. K is a beautiful ebony goddess who is the daughter of a Hollywood producer. I was immediately smitten with her. She was super muscular and outspoken, with a "take no shit" attitude. But she was also incredibly generous and kind. We started talking and hanging out after class and we eventually got invited to some party in Beverly Hills. So we were walking home from the party, both of us a little tipsy, and I... blush ...I confessed my feelings for her. And she confessed her feelings for me and I got so excited that I literally peed myself. Yes, really, like a little girl! She laughed and said "Aww, is baby all wet? Come and take your little pants off so mommy can clean you up!" And I took my pants off to show an adorable pair of soft cotton panties. "Are you a little baby girl? Are you a little Betsy Wetsy doll? Mommy understands." And I immediately knew that she was the one. I told her about my fantasies. About my crossdressing. About hating being a man. I told her that I wanted someone to lord over me. To humiliate and degrade me like a slave...and love and protect me like a kitten. That I needed to feel wanted. And she told me she wanted to feel needed. That was the happiest moment of my life, and the beginning of many embarrassing moments to come.
  17. 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
  18. CoffeeDrinker

    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!!
  19. ....so I treated myself to a wetting in the shower....it felt so good to feel it all flowing out ? ACB5690E-4237-43EC-83A8-AE1D917427E8.MOV
  20. hal_jordan

    For Sophia

    Inspired by a very special person in my life........Hope it is enjoyable. I am still new to writing for public consumption. Story begins....... John had to pee really badly when they deplaned and started to leave the airport. Sophia was not talking. Just walking rapidly to the parking garage. "Sophia! Wait. I need to make a quick stop!" John called. She kept going a pretty good clip. "Ugh. I gotta pee sooooo bad. But if I lose her she may drive off and leave me here. Stupid idea giving her the keys." he thought. "What does that dolt want," Sophia thought to herself "Oh I can't deal with him now. Maybe ever." She kept walking towards the parking garage. John passed a men's room and stopped for a moment watching her go on towards the garage rapidly. Looked in. Looked ahead. Looked in again. Looked ahead again. "damn. Lines in mens room???" he thought. Sped up and caught her. "Please Sophia. I'm sorry. Can't we talk?" Nothing but silence and a stern stare ahead. John thought this could be the end. His bladder was bursting but the thought of losing Sophia was killing him. If he could only undo what he had done. "Why do I do this to myself" he thought as he swallowed and choked back tears. "I don't need him. I am so done with him" Sophia thought to herself. "When we get back to my place I'm sending him away for good." John was now grabbing his crotch and even pee dancing a little as he tried to keep up with her. She was like some kind of speedwalker. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Please talk to me." he said with a quiet defeated voice. He bowed his head and kept walking. One hand in his crotch when he thought no one could see. She stared ahead as if he weren't there. He stopped in a panic. The first trickle of pee escaped."oh my god" he thought. He froze. Sophia kept walking. He regained control but it now looked like he had spilled a little water on his crotch. He un-tucked his shirt and yanked it down. He hustled again to catch her. They were almost at John's car. She got to the car turned and crossed her arms. Staring at John with an anger he had not seen. He stopped in his tracks about 10 feet away. There were people coming and going and this did not seem like the best place for what he thought was coming. "I trusted you! I needed you! I opened up to you more than I have ever opened up to anyone!" She yelled at John as people turned to look. John was squirming very indiscreetly now in his predicament. Even pee dancing a little. He was no longer comfortable grabbing his crotch with all of the people around. "Um Sophia. I am so sorry. I really am." John uttered somewhat silently. "I promise..um I can..um..um I really need to use the mens room quick and maybe I can explain." A tear rolled down his eye. "Take a cab then. I'm leaving." she said angrily and turned to the door. "No no no wait!" John cried as he ran to her. Then he grabbed his crotch and felt another spurt of pee. Enough so that his palm felt it. He shuddered and froze. He tried not to be obvious. He looked down at the ground as he pleaded with Sophia. "I'm sorry. I was selfish, and irresponsible and I let you down. Please forgive me." John groaned as he felt another spasm. "oh my god. I'm on the verge of peeing my pants. please god kill me now." John thought to himself trying to stare at the ground and block everything else out. "How! How can I forgive you?" She demanded. She noticed him squirming and thought he may be in real trouble. "Hmm" she thought. "I could use this" "Oh John. You embarrassed me pretty good." Sophia said a little more calmly. "You want to talk?" Her eyebrows raised. "Sophia. I do oh I do." he groaned crossing his legs tight while standing. "Ok. Here drink this entire 16oz bottle of water and then we'll talk" Johns face went pale."What?" "Never mind." she said and she turned again to the car. John felt another spasm. She noticed too. There was now a small visible wetspot below where his shirt covered. "No no Sophia" he said as he took the bottle and cringed. He slowly uncapped the bottle. "Really?" he asked with a look of pain. Still clenching his legs together. "Yup. Every last drop. And then we can talk. " He tilted the bottle back to start drinking and it happened. He started peeing, and peeing. He was wetting his pants full on. Sophia and possibly others nearby could hear the hissing. She calmly took the bottle. She looked in his eyes. "Pretty embarrassing wetting your pants at your age?" she asked him somewhat quietly. John didn't answer. He turned his teary face to the ground. She continued as a tear rolled down her cheek, "You embarrassed me really badly. It really hurt too. I'm going to embarrass you. And maybe. Just maybe if you are willing to bear this embarrassment I will consider taking you back." She took her index finger and pressed into his bladder as he froze. Sophia jumped back "Oh sorry sir. I didn't want to get wet." she said loudly. Heads turned. "A man your age should really be potty trained. Those are cute big boy pants. I hear great things about depends. Good luck sir. Here is some money for a cab, and a trash bag for the seat in the cab." She turned to a person walking by. "Shame. He's kinda cute too. I change enough diapers at home though." She said out loud as she made her way to the drivers seat of her car. Johns face turned bright red. His pants were so wet you'd be hard pressed to find a dry spot. There was a puddle of under John that was at least a meter long and wide. His shoes even leaked a little pee out the top. He was looking down sobbing as Sophia drove off. He had not wet his pants since grade school. Long streak broken. But he had renewed hope. The End ps I am very sorry Sophia
  21. nappyboy97

    malefemale Fiction: Bentley Wets

    Bentley was 16, he was a good looking boy with many friends and is regarded as the cool kid at school. He is in Year 11 at school but has a lot of respect from other year groups. They had drank lots of pepsi and other drinks so Bentley was quite desperate to pee Desite this he didn't say anything as it wouldn't be cool to not be able to hold his bladder and he though he'd wait to see if anyone else needed to go At the park there was a big swing which when pushed hard enough could go quite fast in lots of directions. Messing around in the kind of mature/ immature way that people of that age do, Bentley was dared to go on it. The others swung him really fast and his need for the toilet became intense. When he finished it was clear by the small dark patch on his beige top man shorts that he had squirted a couple of times. He told people he had spilt his drink in the swing and they believed him (obviously the hot boy wasn't going to wet himself) but they made jokes all the same. They were all sat down talking when the intense urge hit him again, he realised he had to go and told the others he was going for a wee, but when he stood up the dam burst. Pee poured down his legs soaking his shorts and socks. He had judt wet himself.The others laughed at him and Bentley ran home. Luckily no one was in, so he stripped off and had a shower dumping his shorts at the bottom of the dirty linning bin. That night he saw the facebook status's about it instantly gutting him. He went to bed hoping that the fiasco would be forgotten. The next morning Bentley woke up quite late, with it being the summer holidays. Despite it being warm outside and the hot sun was shining through his window, Bentley woke up cold and... damp. It took him a few moments to realise what had happend but when he did he was shocked. Shit, he exclaimed scared over what had happened. He again got a shower and got changed then he stripped his bed sheets and washed them. As he thought the fuss over the previous day had died down and apart from the banter, he was fine. He stayed dry until school started agin. It was the first day back and no one could even remember about him wetting himself. But as the day went he needed the toilet again. It was 15 minutes until lunch and he was dying. He asked to go to the toilet but was denied instantly. When the lesson ended, bentley could feel the wet patch on his boxers from where he had dribbled, but luckily his black school trousers hid this. He ran tho the toilet but it was too late by the time he reached the cubicle he was soacked again. He ran home, to get changed but his mum was there. It was game over and Bentley explained what had happened. Hismum was sympathetic but warned if it happened again he would be put in nappies. He thought about that in bed that night and hoped it wouldn't happen again. The next morning though, he woke to the familiar wet sheets. He trudged to tell his parents. When he arrived home from school his pants were again slightley wet form where he had dribbled. Her an into the house and made it on time pleased he had made it. But when he got into his rrom he found several packets of nappies. His mum informed him that he had tena pants which he would wear day and night until his wetting stops.He realised that the cool kid was no longer cool. he was a baby... Below Bentley's wet shorts Image Set
  22. First accident post of mine with pics. I've had numerous accidents over the years. I've posted some wetting vids/pics but I've been uncomfortable posting the real ones. A friend here made me comfortable enough to consider recently. And I just had my first accident since chatting with her. Hoping to have maintained a dry streak longer. Icy roads this morning lead to a white knuckle drive in. Having drank a quart of water and cup+ of coffee post morning run I was desperate to pee 10 minutes in. Squirming the entire trip I made it to my office dry and raced to the building. Not sure if it was my haste, the cold or fidgety hands due to desperation but I lost control a little and wet my pants trying to get the stupid badge reader to read my badge. I regained control enough to finish in the urinal. What a weird feeling peeing into a urinal with wet boxers and jeans. Feel akin to a wet cloth diaper at that point. Elsewhere I'd have just finished in my pants. Sitting at my desk now pants towards the space heater. Hoping and praying for dryness before colleagues arrive. Wish me luck.
  23. hal_jordan

    Danville

    Second attempt at fiction. Had an idea I wanted to run with a little. No idea for a title because if it is popular I'd like top continue. So a city name seemed appropriate. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 women sitting on a park bench while there kids played. Darla , Jen, and Ronie. Brought together as moms at the same elementary school. Jen was divorced but amicably. Ronie a single mom and Darla happily married. Their 5 year old daughters sped around the playground the past hour in childhood bliss. The mom's lost in conversation of work, life, gossip and recent events. Jen pauses a moment and looks at her child. "Hold on girls. I'll be right back." She proceeds to approach her daughter and bring her into the building. Returning a moment later. "Everything alright," Darla asks? "Oh yeah. I had been watching her fidget past 20 minutes. Figured I'd better insist on a potty break before she needed a change," Jen said. She sighed and then volunteered, "She gets so engrossed in what she's doing and refuses to go to the bathroom. I thought that would fade after 3 or 4. Ughhh. She's just like her dad." Darla and Ronie giggled. Darla asked, "Did Jack do that as a child a lot?" Jen scoffed , "Huh. Yeah. As a child? Still. Um oops" "He's like 34? What do you mean?" Darlas asked while laughing. Ronie's ears perked up too and she listened quite intently. She felt her heart race a little. Jen didn't like to intentionally harm her daughter's father but these were her friends. She could trust them. Jen started, "Um well. He's 37 actually. He's always had a hard time leaving things unfinished. Home projects, office assignment, even email at times. Wasn't really a problem until mid 30's. First time was filing our taxes 2 years ago. Something didn't add up. He went over and over and over the numbers. All of the sudden I hear the chair fall and he ran off. There was a puddle under the chair and I caught him removing his very wet pants in the laundry room. Soaked! He was so embarrassed. He just wanted to be left alone. We never spoke of it again. Or any of the other times. I suspect there were even more that I didn't know. Like times he felt inspired to run the laundry. He never did laundry before. " She paused and looked at her feet wondering if this discourse was wise but her friends were loving the dirt. "Best was last Christmas together he was assembling a toy for our daughter. A piece wouldn't fit, or wasn't in the package, or was the wrong piece. I don't remember. He was fidgeting, and grabbing clearly needed to pee. He got the piece in and continued. I asked if he wanted to take a break TWICE and he said that he was so close. 4 steps left. 20 minutes later I hear him groan and I watched on in shock as his crotch got wetter and wetter and wetter. Jack!!!! You're peeing your pants I said! Oh I wanted to yell at him but I felt bad too. Ugh Why wouldn't he go to the bathroom?" Darla and Ronie cupped each cupped a hand over their mouths as their jaws dropped. "No way!" Darla exclaimed. The the three of them laughed heartily together. "Yeah. Lots of laundry," Jen said as she let out a long sigh. "At least my daughter will go pee when I tell her." With that she giggled to herself. "And I thought you were done with Diapers!" Darla said. Entertaining herself as she laughed even harder. "Oh now I'm going to pee!" that brought even more hysterics. "Yeah me too," Ronie said semi-seriously. Ronie was the only one of the the three who had accidents after childbirth. Occasionally even wearing tenas. The others knew that and probably remembered it peering at Ronie as their laughing quickly abated. Ronie couldn't help thinking of Jack wetting his pants. It kinda turned her on. Maybe she should pay him a visit. Yeah she told herself that their paths would cross really soon. Conversation continued and the 3 ladies parted ways with hugs promising to get together soon. ---------------------Have to break here for a few---Next chapter soon---
  24. hal_jordan

    2 long time friends

    I was encouraged by a friend here to post this. A first foray into fiction. I was reluctant at first. Nervousness. I enjoy writing but not sure I have a talent for it. Anyhow. I hope she's right ? ..................................Story begins here .... Jack awoke in a semi panic. He really had to pee. He must have slept for a couple hours. He was on a bus ride back from a college sponsored trip to a museum. Anne was fast asleep next to him in the aisle seat of the bus. Jack had a window seat. They were close friends. Grew up together after Jacks family moved next door to Anne's when Jack was 4. They at times flirted with romance but after such a long and meaningful friendship that next step felt too risky. They had been there for eachother so many times over the years. Being able to attend college together was comforting for Jack. Hopefully Anne as well. "Holy crap I have to pee" Jack thought to himself "how much longer is this busride? How long was I asleep." "If I get up to pee I might wake Anne. I'll hold it a little longer" He grabbed himself under his jacket and rocked back and forth while looking out the window. It was late and dark. By road signs he could tell they still had about two hours to go. Maybe a little less. How much had he drank he wondered as the urge to pee intensified. "Oh this was bad" he thought as he got to his feet. He looked down at his sleeping friend and couldn't wake her. Not yet. He sat back down and began rocking. Relief was 50 feet away in the bus bathroom but seemed so far. He crossed his legs and bounced them a little. Anne shifted in her seat. He got excited at the thought of her waking. But she just turned and stayed asleep. 20 minutes later his face went flush as the first spurt of pee escaped into his boxers and jeans. Panic set in. He had to get up. He stood up and a little more pee escaped. He danced side to side trying to figure out how to wake Anne to sneak by. As he did two people went to the bathroom and a line formed. Another spurt of pee escaped. Now he had a baseball sized wetspot he pulled his jacket down to hide. He gently rubbed Anne's shoulder. "I um uh need to sneak by to hit the mens room." He whispered in her ear. "Mmm uh ok. Great idea" she said groggily as she awoke. "Oh wow I have to pee too. I'll join you" No he'd be third in line. "Oh man. I'm doomed" he thought to himself. "Sure. " he said to her as he let her go ahead in a typical chivalrous move. He did his best not to dance in line. Anne was chatty and that helped but he was too focused on holding to understand what she said, "Why was it taking those kids so long?" he thought. Then the unthinkable happened. A man of 20 was wetting his pants. It started slowly and as he realized it he discretely went back to his seat. "Oh uh um Anne I gotta get something from my seat. Be right back,' He said as he ran. What was a trickle got faster and stronger until full stream as he sat down in his bus seat. He was peeing and peeing. It wouldn't stop. His light blue jeans were darkening as a large puddle grew in his lap. The wetness spread all down the inside of his thighs. Soaked through to his bottom side and even up his backside a little. His socks and shoes got wet as well. His face burned bright red as relief set in. He couldn't believe what had happened. "Oh my god" he thought "Anne will be back any minute and I don't think I can hide this" He was right. Anne came back and saw the puddle beneath him and his wet pant legs despite Jacks weak attempt to hide the accident with his jacket. She knew that he had had lots of accidents in elementary school but thought he had gotten better. She always protected and helped him then. Even offered to help him clean or get a diaper for him from the nurse. As children she always knew what to do. She had to think a few minutes now though. She had to lift his spirits. She thought a light hearted approach may help her friend most. She took off her hoodie and moved in. She layed the hoodie across his lap as he looked up teary eyed. She smiled and said softly "Here ya go Mr. pee pants." She hugged him and kissed his cheek. She grabbed his hand (Still a little damp probably from holding himself until the dam broke) and said "Jack I'm so sorry I'd have let you go ahead of me if I knew" "It wouldn't have helped." he grumbled softly trying to smile but lips quivering. "I'd have tossed them people out of the way for you too." She said jokingly. "Yeah I think you probably would have" he said finally smiling. "Oh honey. I thought we had you all potty trained. Wasn't your last accident like 4th grade?" "um 6th actually. i never told you about that one" he said as he planted his face in his hands. She had to do something to really make him feel better she thought to herself. "Dont' worry about it. Accidents happen. I'll help you so that no one sees and I can help you clean up before we go back to the dorms" Anne said caringly. "I might ask you to wear pullups in my car now" she joked. She really cared about Jack and felt bad that he was so unhappy. And wet. In a moment that surprised even her she then leaned in hugged him and kissed him on the lips.
  25. Well this was my first time wetting myself, let alone filming it. Sorry for the poor quality. I hope someone out there enjoys it. Any comments or advice is, of course, appreciated. sweatpants.mp4