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  1. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Part 2 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Right after the previous image, feeling the initial urge to go with a small bladder bulge. Holding herself with just one hand. Fully finished August 8 of 2022
  2. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Part 3 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Right after the previous image, with her bladder filling up further, holding herself with both hands looking more desperate.
  3. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Part 4 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. This is a remake of the original picture, made just so that in this sequence this one doesn't stand out from the rest, but I'm also glad I did it because I can no longer edit the order of the older images in this gallery (this was my idea, not part of the commission so I didn’t charge for it)
  4. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Part 1 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Platinum filling up to the point in the original image. From what I can tell from her battle sprites she seems to have an affinity for oversized things, so instead of multiple drinks I just went with one giant one (although I had to tone it down, my original idea has the drink be 2 thirds of her size)
  5. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Part 6 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Platinum’s bladder being teased by Rachel (also from BlazBlue) poking, groping or jiggling Platinum's bladder with her hands as Platinum is stuck struggling to hold or begging her to stop the teasing/ torment, with an even bigger bulge than the previous image.
  6. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Part 5 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Right after the previous image, filling up even more. From what I can tell from her battle sprites her staff can morph into different shapes so I went with the sphere on the center being inflated... though I must admit I'm not a fan of the result.
  7. Cassie chewed the top of her pen while bouncing her left leg incessantly. The professor was droning on about something… Cassie’s parents were very comfortable. Wanting the best for their daughter, they sent her to a renowned college that used to be a finishing school for fine young ladies. The school still had mandatory classes such as speech, culinary arts, ballroom dance, and of course, Cassie’s least favorite: Etiquette. Cassie’s legs were both bouncing at this point, and she began to nervously tug at her hair. She knew it was no use to ask. Etiquette was right after lunch, and Professor Hayes wasn’t known for being understanding. It was a 2 ½ hour class, and Cassie had at least an hour left. She tried to concentrate. “Psst!” Cassie raised her head. “Are you ok?” asked Cassie’s friend Lara. Cassie just gave her a little shrug and crossed one ankle over the other. It was clear to Lara that Cassie was desperate to piss. She watched Cassie’s body become more still to avoid uncomfortable bladder sloshing. Lara’s eyes lingered on her friend and she felt an intense, anxious heat rise inside her. She’d never looked at anyone with such hunger before. “Pssssssst…” Lara whispered, “I know how you feel. I had to go so bad last week in Daskov’s class. I had sooo much coffee and it went right to my bladder. All my thoughts were about getting to the bathroom and taking a piss, so I could finally stop the stretching, sloshing, clenching--” Shut the fuck up Lara! Cassie thought, but tried to play it cool with a light chuckle. If there’s anyone she didn’t want to upset, it was Lara. They had been friends since childhood. Lara had a little dirt on Cassie, and grew up to have quite the mean streak. Cassie continued to focus on class as Lara taunted her. “Don’t think about it too much, Cass. Don’t focus on the pressure. Don’t give into the waves of desperation. Don't think about how badly you want to let it go." Cassie finally gave in and sat on the heel of her foot. Professor Hayes noticed immediately. “Young lady, do you consider that to be a proper way to sit during class?” she posed. “Um, no, I’m sorry. I just-- I really need to go to the bathroom right now.” “Cassandra you know that I don’t allow--” “Please! Please, it's an emergency!!” Cassie shoved both hands against her crotch and wriggled desperately, to the entire class’s amusement. The professor groaned and told Cassie to come down in front of everyone. Cassie gently waddled and danced to the front of the class. “Class, we have our very own etiquette demonstration today. Cassandra had plenty of time to use the restroom before class, but she chose not to. Most of you will soon find yourselves at tea or dinner with established gentlemen, where you can’t just run off to the potty whenever you have the urge!” Professor Hayes explained. Cassie burned with shame. The humiliation in front of her classmates combined with the constant bladder spasms was really starting to get to her. “Cassandra, will you stop fidgeting? Remember your posture. Stand up straight, graceful, chin up…” Hayes tilted Cassie’s chin up with her ruler. “Now class, take notes…”
  8. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images by Bilingual guy

    Fun scenario where you have your maid pee in a toilet while using one of those toilet training things. She gets angry as she doesn't understand why you like this.
  9. Seems this girl liked to tease other girls who needed to pee. She joked about how they could wet themselves and ends up getting a taste of her own medicine when she ends up wetting herself.
  10. Seems this girl liked to tease other girls who needed to pee. She joked about how they could wet themselves and ends up getting a taste of her own medicine when she ends up wetting herself.
  11. Seems this girl liked to tease other girls who needed to pee. She joked about how they could wet themselves and ends up getting a taste of her own medicine when she ends up wetting herself.
  12. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    This commission features Nia (Nadia's OC) the deer and Spotte (Spotte's OC) the hyena --- as well as a heaping helping of bladder taunting! X] There are a lot of different versions for this available on my Patreon page --- including desperation variants, nude variants, and ones set in a public bathroom stall! Also, if this scenario looks a little familiar, it was inspired by a piece simply titled Pee Torture done by PunkRockVampire on Fur Affinity! They mostly do furry male Omo among other things from what I've seen, so if that's your thing, please check them out! Anyway, huge thank you to both Nadia and Spotte for the commission!
  13. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She really has to pee, but she... has to watch someone else pee to their heart's content!" XD I'm sorry this one's a little late! I have family visiting at the moment, and getting anything done with them around is a bitch! :| Poor Penny is getting double-teamed by Courtney and Alexis! I can't say I regret teaching them about belly-chains, though! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
  14. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She really has to pee, but she is... being bullied!" Aww, poor Ivy. I can't help but thing that those ghosts might have a different objective than breaking through the salt barrier now, though! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
  15. Sometimes when you're out adventuring in the middle of the forest and nature calls with no bathrooms around, you gotta do what you gotta do.
  16. NOTE: I've been lurking on this forum for years and I thought finally I'd contribute something. This story has been stuck in my brain for a while now, so I thought I'd get it out. If a snarky older Crime Lesbian OC bullying a Intrepid Young Reporter is your cup of tea, come on down! WARNINGS: I feel like I should flag that this definitely has a dubconny vibe, though it probably won't end up that way. also features plenty of desperation and teasing but probably won't end in wetting, since that's not my bag. But I have an equally fun (at least imo) ending planned. Eagle-eyed readers may be able to guess what. 🙂 This is my first ever omo writing so please be gentle! If you like it lmk and hopefully that will encourage me to get around to writing Part 2. -- Oh, sure, stick the 45-year-old woman on babysitting duty. Surely she must have maternal instinct coming out of her eyeballs. It makes Jo sick. “Hey, quit rattling around over there,” she calls to the hostage chained to the pipe in the corner of the small, damp basement, without bothering to look up. She’s got her foot in her lap and is busy digging a pebble out of her boot with her switchblade. “Unless you want me to use this on you instead.” “In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly comfortable,” comes the predictably snarky response. Jo rolls her eyes to herself. What a little smartass this one is. Not to mention a pain in the ass. Jo would be glad the patrol team had finally managed to catch Little Miss Investigative Journalist snooping around the facility–finally an end to all of the friggin' meddling–if it hadn’t somehow become HER job to keep an eye on her until the Boss showed up to deal with her. That imperious bitch was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago. As a loyal and high-ranking lackey, Jo is downright insulted. Not to mention bored to tears. She would have brought a book of crossword puzzles or something if she’d known. The sound of metal clanking against metal again, handcuff on pipe. The little idiot better not be making some escape attempt. She turns on the girl, growls out, “What the fuck did I just say?” Not a girl, technically, in her mid-twenties, thoughbut from Jo’s perspective she might as well be a fetus. Olive-skinned and full-figured, just a little baby fat still in her cheeks, with big, brown, angelic-goody-two-shoes eyes and curly hair is held back in a neat ponytail. She's wearing dark, form-fitting clothes and sneakers, which must be her Sneaking Around Where She Isn’t Wanted outfit. She’d be cute, Jo admits, if she weren’t such a smart-mouthed thorn in their side. The kid is handcuffed to a pipe on the low ceiling, arms stretched up over her head. The clanking appears to be due to the way she’s currently shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Aw, are the great Carmen Flores’s feet getting tired? Well that’s just too damn bad. “You know, I'd be a lot more scared of you if it weren't obvious you're not going to hurt me,” Carmen says. “You clearly don't have permission, or you would have by now.” She says it all brave and defiantly, like the Plucky Heroine she clearly thinks she is. Which is pretty adorable, considering she’s all helpless and strung-up, looking about as intimidating as a kitten. “Try me,” Jo returns. “I’ve got a short fucking temper.” But she's right, of course. The order came straight from the top: bring her to me unharmed. Jo can't even rough the kid up a little. Booo-ring. “I need to pee,” Carmen blurts out. It’s so out of left field that Jo is stunned into silence for a couple seconds. Carmen looks like she’s trying very hard not to look embarrassed. Jo gives her a quick onceover. The tension in her body, the little shifting movements of her hips: it’s obvious she’s telling the truth. So that’s what all the fidgeting is about. Great. Another chore. Prisoner bathroom breaks are tedious and disgusting. Detaching the person from whatever they’re chained to, leading them over to the revolting bucket in the corner, holding the person up so they can squat in handcuffs or (shudder) holding their dick for them, wiping for them if need be… Ugh. “Hello?” Carmen says. Like Jo is deaf, or an idiot. Jo feels irritation prickle on her skin. “I’m saying, you need to unchain me. So I can take care of it.” She rushes over the last words a bit, but sounds no less demanding. Listen to that. Bossy. Sounds like Little Miss Journalism Degree thinks she’s in charge. Sounds like she’s used to being in charge. In that split second, Jo makes a decision. A decision largely motivated by spite and boredom. Like most of her decisions are. “Oh. Is that what I need to do?” she asks, pleasantly, and gives Carmen a smile. “If you don’t want a mess to clean up,” Carmen says, like Jo must be a real dullard to not get that. “Nah, I’m not on the cleanup crew,” Jo says. “I’m generally the one who makes the messes.” She lifts her boot back into her lap and gets comfortable, flicks open her switchblade and returns to levering out the little stone embedded in the rubber sole. “But either way, ‘fraid I can’t unchain you, sweetheart. Against protocol. You might try and escape.” She’s bullshitting, of course. There is no fucking protocol. Carmen gives a short little step from one foot to the other. Looks like it’s getting a little urgent. Maybe it’s been getting urgent for a while. “Your protocol doesn’t allow for human biology? That’s stupid.” Ooh, someone’s snippy. Jo shrugs. She’s almost worked the pebble out. “You can always try and wait till the Boss gets here. She might give the green light. Though who knows how much longer she’ll be.” The pebble finally pops free, and Jo triumphantly sends it clattering to the floor. Then she glances back up at Carmen and smiles again. “Or I guess I could find a bottle to hold up for you. If you ask nicely.” She’s betting that Little Miss Snootypants will balk at that suggestion, and it looks like she’s on the money. “Ew,” Carmen says flatly, sarcastically. But she’s also blushing. Jo shrugs. “Suit yourself.” She leans back in her chair, puts her hands behind her head and her feet up on the bucket she’d dragged over earlier. Nice and comfortable. Ready for the long haul. Carmen is staring hard back at her, like she’s trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. Then her big eyes blink and her jaw seems to set with determination. “Fine,” she says, almost managing to sound casual about it. “I’ll wait for her. I’m sure she’ll be interested to learn how you’ve been treating her guest.” Jo beams back at her. “Fine,” she echoes agreeably. The Boss is a stickler for hospitality, it’s true, but technically Jo isn’t disobeying orders. She’s not laying a hand on the kid. Just messing with her a little. ‘Til the Boss gets here, or she gets bored. Besides, the Boss knows perfectly well by now that this is what happens when you leave Jo alone and bored with a victim. Especially if the victim is sorta cute, and has it coming. Carmen’s lips press together, in what seems to be both resignation and concentration. She stops shifting, stands up a bit straighter, refusing to meet Jo’s gaze. That's fine. Jo has all the time in the world. She pulls out her phone, starts scrolling to pass the time, alternating between that and occasional glances up at the developing situation before her. It doesn’t take long for the kid’s forced composure to falter. Ten minutes, and she’s starting to shift around again. Ten more, and her shapely thighs are squeezing rhythmically against each other, her eyes shut and her expression slightly pinched. “Getting pretty bad, huh?” Jo calls, breaking the silence. Carmen’s big eyes blink open, and embarrassment flashes on her face before she can hide it, as if she’d been startled out of a trance of discomfort, hadn’t realized just how openly she’s been dancing. She looks away and doesn’t say anything, refusing to give Jo the satisfaction of a response. “What’d you have to drink, anyways?” Jo asks. No answer. Well, that’s no fun. Jo swings her feet down from the bucket and gets to her feet. The kid’s backpack, confiscated from her and searched when she’d been caught, is sitting against the far wall. Jo walks over to it and kneels down. The sound of the zipper gets Carmen’s attention. “Hey!” she protests uselessly. “Stay out of there!” Jo ignores her, of course. First thing she pulls out is a notebook, one of those college-ruled black and white composition ones. She opens it, flips through the pages, one eyebrow creeping up incredulously. “4:30am: no movement. 5am: shift change. 5:30am: no movement. Jesus Christ, you don’t have much of a life, do you, kid?” “It’s called a stakeout,” Carmen replies, through slightly gritted teeth, though whether it’s due to her private notes being perused or the mounting pressure in her bladder is unclear. “There’s a lot of waiting around while nothing happens.” “Gee, is that how stakeouts work?” Please. Jo has been going on stakeouts longer than this little twerp has been alive. She pulls out a pair of gloves next, then what looks like a Geiger counter, then a tape measure. “Look at this. The Girl Scout comes prepared.” “Care to comment on why the radiation levels in this compound are twice the legal limit?” Carmen replies, managing to sound as smug as someone experiencing a dire need to empty their bladder can possibly sound. One of her legs is now crossed tightly behind the other. “Sure. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ Feel free to quote me.” Jo reaches back into the bag. This time she pulls out a thermos. A big one. Empty, by the feel of it. “Aha,” she says triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” She unscrews the top; empty as she suspected, but when she sniffs the opening there’s a telltale earthy scent. “Coffee?” She barks out a short laugh. “No wonder you’re tying yourself in knots over there.” Carmen looks like she wants to protest that no, she’s not. Except she definitely kinda is. And she’s definitely blushing again now that she’s been called out on it. She opts for stubborn silence. Jo rises to her feet, thermos in hand, walks over to Carmen. “Rookie mistake, sweetheart,” she says, wagging the empty container directly in her face. “Here’s a tip about stakeouts. Don’t drink a gallon of caffeine if you don’t have a plan for where you’re going to put it later.” “I was planning to put it back into the fucking thermos,” Carmen snaps back. Ooh, swearing, she must be really worked up. “Until your goons came along and…” She cuts herself off, realizing too late what she’s admitting to. But the damage is done. “Caught you with your pants down?” Jo asks, grinning. This is great. “No.” Carmen is glowing redder than a Christmas tree ornament, and also looking at Jo like she can’t believe a woman her age is such a juvenile prick. Jo gets that a lot. Might as well lean in. Jo looks down at the thermos in her hands, gives a thoughtful hum. “It’s too bad you didn’t get the chance to piss before we nabbed you, really,” she remarks, casually. “All that coffee. You must be bursting.” Carmen’s breath seems to stutter. She’s starting to look a little sweaty. “Thanks for your concern,” she says, stiffly. “Bet you could fill this thing all the way back up,” Jo goes on, cheerfully. The teasing comes naturally to her; she’s always been good at winding people up. “And then some, huh? Wouldn’t that be a relief. I could even hold it up for you like I said.” Carmen’s eyes dart to Jo’s face. There’s a glint of desperation in them that Jo knows well from prior experience. Her resolve is starting to falter. She’s actually considering asking for the thermos. Subjecting herself to humiliation to get the relief her body craves. And isn’t that a little delicious. Almost as delicious as the urgent discomfort creasing that sweet, youthful face, the way her hands are clenching and twisting in their bonds over her head, how those curvy legs can’t seem to wrap themselves around each other tightly enough. It’s possible Jo is enjoying this a little too much. Well, plenty of time to unpack that later. She lets the hand with the thermos drop down to her side. “I mean, not that I’m going to,” she says nonchalantly, returning to Carmen's bag and dropping the thermos back inside. Then she heads back to her chair and drops back down into it. “You being such a little amateur and all, you’d probably miss and pee all over yourself, and then I’d have to smell it. “Besides, Boss should be here any minute now. You can make it till then. Right?” Carmen’s breathing is shallow. She gives a little curtsy. “Right,” she responds through her teeth, though it’s clear she's speaking out of nothing but sheer, stubborn pride. Jo sits back again and smiles. And to think of how impatient she’d been earlier. The Boss can take all the time she needs.
  17. I thought that this time, I’d post an experience I had from a while ago, from back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One Friday, two friends and I decided to go out right after school. One of my friends, we’ll call him Brian, drove both of us, myself and another friend we’ll call Kevin. Kevin and I both left our cars in the school parking lot. It was maybe a twenty-minute drive, and we went to the mall first, looking in different stores for a bit and stopping off at the food court for a drink. Next we walked across a street or two to Best Buy. I definitely remember Best Buy – I remember Kevin keeping his hand in his pocket quite a bit, and I thought he was pinching himself through his pocket. Kevin was that one friend in the group that seemed to need to pee more often than everyone else in our friend group, and that’s where my mind went when I saw him wiggling his leg with his hand in his pocket. We’d been hanging out since school was out, and since I’d had my last hour with him, I knew he went right with us to the car and didn’t visit the restroom first. We typically didn’t have enough time for bathroom breaks between classes, either. By this point in the afternoon, that probably meant five or six hours without a bathroom for him. I was into omo even back in high school, and the idea of Kevin having to pee got me pretty excited. The downside was that I’d also been without a bathroom for about five or six hours. I wasn’t open with my friends about being into omo, obviously, and I was worried that they’d pick up that I was into it if I got too desperate or enjoyed Kevin’s show too much. But more than I was afraid, I was just as excited to watch Kevin! He was wearing slim khaki shorts, which I knew would show anything very easily. Unfortunately, so would my light blue colored khaki shorts. (If anyone is interested, I know Kevin wore briefs, and so did I – light blue ones like my shorts, made of a thin, stretchy material.) As we were about to leave the electronics store, I saw Kevin walking with a fist in his pocket. I imagined he was probably holding himself, at least a little. I wasn’t quite as badly off, but I wasn’t comfortable either, and I was getting a bit nervous about it. I had a choice: I could go to the bathroom, and likely have Kevin go to the bathroom with me, or we could both hold it. Of course, I wasn’t thinking with my head, so I decided to not remind Kevin that the store had restrooms and hold it. I’d never seen anyone desperate in real life at this point, and I thought Kevin was fairly attractive, so I was enjoying myself way too much to ruin the fun. We walked back across a street and a few vacant lots and to the parking lot where we’d left Brian’s car. Kevin had his hands in his pocket pretty much the whole time, and I think I saw him playing with himself a bit. I guess it could have been the weather too, it was a tiny bit chilly, but that’s not where my mind was. It had been long enough since we got drinks in the mall that I was feeling mine, and I knew Kevin must be too. Once we got to his car, Brian put whatever he’d bought in the front seat, and Kevin and I got in the back. I had to go badly enough by then that I’m sure I winced sitting down, and I noticed Kevin did too. He wiggled his legs, stuck his hand in his pocket and sucked air through his teeth. I was jiggling my own leg and looked over at Kevin. I quietly mouthed, “You too?” He laughed breathily, “Yeah! Shh!” and looked up front at Brian. Kevin didn’t want him to know he had to pee. He didn’t seem to care that I knew, though – we kind of sized each other up, to see how badly the other had to go. We looked each other in the eye for a little bit and grinned. Just to try to make Kevin feel better and get the most out of the moment, I squeezed myself through the pocket in a way that made sure he could see me doing it and bounced my leg a bit – it was also good cover for the fact that I was very hard by now. My bladder was definitely hard too, but I didn’t have to go *that* bad yet. From what I could tell though, Kevin did. He broke off our eye contact, and he noticed at my leg and grinned pretty widely. So did I, and we both giggled to each other. “What’s so funny?” Brian laughed from the front seat. Kevin came up with some quip about whatever Brian had bought or something, I don’t remember, but we all started talking for part of of the drive. It seemed like Brian wouldn’t figure out what was going on … until he hit the brakes a little too hard at one light, and Kevin let out a grunt of pain. “What? What’s wrong?” Brian turned around and gave Kevin one look before figuring it out and laughing. “You have to pee?!” he said, still laughing. “N-no!” Kevin denied, clearly lying. “We were *just* at the mall!” Brian was still laughing. “[Shinobi] needs to piss too!” he said, looking at me, and now he was laughing a little. I gave him a punch in the side, near the stomach, and he yelped a bit. “God dammit!” Brian burst out into laughter even harder. “What is wrong with you two?! You’d better not get my seats wet!” “Shut up,” we told him both at once, laughing a little even though it hurt. “Y’know what?” Brian said, pretending to be mad. Kevin and I looked at each other for a moment, waiting for Brian to finish his sentence. “Just for that –” Brian braked for the next light, way harder than he needed to. We both yelped out in pain, and Brian burst out into laughter (he was the kind of guy that was always laughing, and had a huge, loud laugh). I punched the back of Brian’s seat, but other than that, we were all quiet for a moment. “There’s a gas station,” Kevin broke the silence. “Can you pull in there?” My heart sank a bit at the idea both of us getting relief. “You had a chance to go back at the mall!” Brian said. “I’m not pulling over!” I was secretly relieved, in a different way. We kept driving, Kevin and I all but openly staring at each other now, pretty much constantly trading smirks and glances. We were getting close to our high school parking lot now, and I was getting desperate enough that part of me was actually glad for it. I know Kevin was in pain by then, because he was constantly fanning his legs now, and openly grabbing himself through the pocket of his shorts. Finally Brian got close to our school. We knew it was too late to get into the parking lot (our school had put some gates at the parking lot entrance that wouldn’t let us in at this hour, only let cars out – it was probably 6 or 7 by now and starting to get dark). Instead, he pulled into a small convenience store across the street from our school which, lucky for me (and unlucky for Kevin) wasn’t open anymore. We got out of the car and talked for a while about high school and such (I don’t really remember what). I do remember Kevin with both hands in the pockets of his shorts, constantly shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot, lifting his feet in the air like he was kicking himself from behind. I kept a hand in one pocket and shifted back and forth too, partly because I had to pee, but mostly because I was incredibly hard by now and didn’t want them to know! The three of us stood there talking, Kevin and I grabbing ourselves through our pockets, shifting back and forth, talking with Brian. I guess Brian had enough of it, because he finally just started laughing at us and said "Why don't you two just go over there?" and pointed at a wall. We looked at the spot and shifted some more as my heart sank. "They've got cameras all over the place here, I don't want to get caught pissing at school," Kevin said, and bounced at the waist in a way that told me he'd had a pressure surge. My heart started beating even faster, knowing Kevin and I would keep holding. "You two are fucking weird," Brian laughed and waved his hand at us, "I'm leaving." He opened his car door and got inside. "See ya," Kevin and I said, and then it was just us. "Aww shit," Kevin said right as Brian drove away. "What?" I asked. "Our cars are on the other side of the school." I laughed, "You gonna make it?" "Yeah," Kevin said, obviously not completely sure. "Okay," I laughed, hand still in my pocket. "What about you?" he asked, looking at my crotch. My bladder felt rock solid by then, and honestly I was a little nervous about making it home anymore, but honestly, the hand in my pocket was more to hide my hard on than to help my bladder. I thought I’d be fine, but I wanted Kevin to feel like it was okay to admit how badly he had to go. So, I grabbed myself a bit and said "God, I dunno" and laughed weakly. "Oh, shit," he laughed. "Let's go then," and he started walking towards our cars. I followed at his side. "Gah," he exclaimed, and did a kind of dance and bent at the knees. "I know," I said laughing, "I dunno if I've ever had to go this bad before." At that point in my life, I’m sure that was true. At least, I'd definitely never had to go so badly in front of a friend, or probably anyone. "Me neither," he admitted, "I feel like I'm gonna pop," he took one hand out of his pants and made an exploding gesture, his other hand clearly working his dick through his pocket. "Don't get any on me!" I laughed, and pretended to work myself through my pocket too - I remember thinking it was too dangerous to actually touch myself at the time, I was just too close to wetting my pants (in more than one way, I guess!). Kevin laughed and groaned a bit, clearly still in pain, and moved the hand not in his pocket onto his stomach, rubbing it a bit. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked him, knowing he lived maybe another 20 minutes away from school. "Oh, God," he moaned, "I dunno." "I live closer if you want me to take you by?" I asked, really just not wanting this to end. "I dunno," he said, in a way that probably meant 'no.' We stayed quiet for a few steps, until he bent over and said "Aww, fuck..." That got my heart pounding even harder - Kevin was not a guy that swore often, so I knew it had to be bad for him now. "You okay?" I asked him. "Dude, I... I really want to piss, but I don't want to get caught," he said, talking about the cameras again. "Then get going," I egged him on, "we're almost halfway there." We had to walk past two buildings to our parking spots, and we were almost past the first one. We walked on for a bit, until my bladder decided to contract a bit, and without really thinking about it I decided to hold us up for a little while. “Ohhh, oww,” I moaned. “See?” Kevin shoved my side a bit, “It’s not so easy to walk when you’re about to piss everywhere.” The way he stressed the word ‘piss’ did not help at all. “Shut up,” I laughed. I was overreacting, sure, but I was genuinely in pain. Kevin laughed, and I got myself under control again and we kept walking. We joked for a bit as we kept walking, a little more slowly and carefully than before, I noticed, which I didn’t mind since it felt like I had a balloon inflated in my stomach, and I was actually hard enough that walking was making my briefs and shorts kind of rub my dick, which didn’t help hide the fact that I was hard. Honestly, my balls were hurting as badly as my bladder at this point, and felt like they were just as full. I kept my dick off to the side and my hand in that pocket so that Kevin wouldn’t see it, hopefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I thought it must be working to hide it from him. “Oh, thank God, there’s my car,” I said, pointing it out. “Where’s yours?” “It’s around the other side of the building,” he moaned. “Want a ride?” I offered (for completely selfless reasons, I promise!). “Nah,” Kevin dismissed, “It’s not that far.” I kind of got mixed hot and cold signals from Kevin, if you know what I mean, and couldn’t tell if it was okay to press the subject of how bad we had to pee. Once we got closer to my car though, he swore and jiggled a bit again, so I figured it was okay to tease each other more. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, teasing, “Gotta piss?” I shoved him with one hand while the other was in my pocket, and he ended up turning around so that we were facing each other. “Oh!” Kevin exclaimed, in a genuinely pained way that got my heart pounding, because I knew something went wrong. He didn’t answer and just stood frozen on the spot, and I was throbbing and kept my eyes frozen on his pants. When I saw a small wet spot appear next to his hand and grow a little bit, I totally lost it. My eyes were hyper focused on his pants, and I tried to stifle a grunt, but I know I failed. “Ohhh, fuuuuuu…,” I moaned, pushed my thighs together and bent forward and at the knees, and I felt my cock throbbing. My cum wet through my underwear to my hand. There was a tiny part of my brain that knew what I was doing and felt utterly humiliated, but honestly, at that moment I kind of kicked into autopilot. It’s weird to explain, but it was as if I was watching myself do everything I was doing rather than actually doing it myself. I knew I was blushing furiously, and it only got worse as I felt a wet leg of my shorts slap against my thigh and cling tightly to it. I don’t know how long I came, but I know I came a *lot*. I felt my briefs soaked through, as thoroughly as if I had been pissing myself. Kevin was still bent over grabbing himself, but he was looking right at my pants, just like I was looking at his. I made a noise, a groan I guess. I looked down, and I was soaked, with probably a dinner plate sized patch centered at the bottom of my fly, which was all painfully obvious on the baby blue colored khaki material. The legs of my shorts legs were sticking to my thighs thanks to the cum. “I, uhh … guess I had to piss too,” I heard myself saying, my brain apparently trying to come up with a probably pointless cover story. Kevin stood up and laughed. He shoved me towards my car and started walking away towards his, still laughing. I took a few steps back to keep my balance and feeling my shorts cling to my thighs dominated my attention. I knew I was soaked. “Go home, quick then,” he called after me. I got my keys out of my bag and got into my car. As I sat down, first thing I did was look towards Kevin to see if I could see anything, but I couldn’t. I only saw him walking to his car. After a few seconds, I remembered I still actually had to piss, pretty badly too, especially now that I was getting soft. I hurriedly drove out of the school parking lot, still on auto-pilot still out of the shock of what just happened. Part of me thought I couldn’t make it home without pissing myself, and I looked around my car. I found a large soda cup and pulled off to the side of the road just before I got to the first stop sign on my way home (I lived in the country, so no one was around on the roads, really). Not totally in control of myself yet, I pulled open my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I looked at my briefs - they were a stretchy blue material that had gone from blue to almost transparent. I may as well have pissed myself for how wet my underwear was. As I was doing looking at them, someone passed by the intersection, but they didn’t go towards me. Nervous about being seen now, I just put my package up to the cup lid without pulling down my underwear, and just let go. Feeling the pee soak over my dick and through my underwear snapped me back out of autopilot. I jerked as I came back to, and realized the cup was almost full. I tried to cut it off, but I couldn't do it in time and part of it overflowed onto my shorts, not that it really made a difference. I put myself back in my shorts and looked for what to do with the full cup. I spurted a bit out while I was looking. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and checked outside. No one was coming, so I opened the door and tossed the contents of the cup outside. I leaked again, and did what I was doing before, I was wet enough that it didn’t matter if my briefs got wetter. If that was even possible. I sighed in relief as I felt the pee flow over my underwear and over my skin and thought about what I was going to do to get home. I still lived with my parents, of course, and it wasn’t late enough that they’d be asleep. Lucky for me, I had a large pair of large, black basketball shorts in my car, and I could change before I got home. I finished up, did my pants back up again, and started driving home. I put them on over my wet shorts quickly as I got out of the car at home, said “hi” to my parents and blew past them, and shut the door to my room, my heart pounding again. I looked at my phone, and I’d sat on the side of the road pissing myself for long enough that Kevin would have gotten home. “Make it home okay?” I texted him. I was getting hard again just standing there, and took off the basketball shorts. “Aye, all the way home 😜 Hurt so bad though” he texted back. I reached into my pocket again and rubbed, only a few times, but it was enough to bring me off for the second time that night, not that you could tell. Afterwards, I changed, showered and fell right to sleep.
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