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Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content. A little bit of background that you need for this one to help it make a bit more sense is that Alex was raised in a cult. He grew up extremely isolated and has little understanding of how a lot of things work. He and Adam don’t really talk about the cult by name, just with terms like ‘how you grew up’ or ‘that place from before’, so I just want to spell it out clearly up here. *** There were many firsts Alex had with his boyfriend Adam. Adam had been his first kiss, his first sexual experience, his first everything. The first time Alex ever went to see a movie, it had been with Adam. The first time Alex ever picked out his own clothes, it had been with Adam. The first time Alex ever drank soda, it had been with Adam. Alex’s life up until a couple years ago, when Adam and his family moved in next door to his own, had been very unusual. Alex rarely ever went far beyond his family’s property and the woodland that surrounded it. He’d only been inside a restaurant a small handful of times. When his Mama took him grocery shopping, he was to stay right beside the cart and not look at anyone else. The only time Alex, or any of his five siblings, really interacted with people outside the family was at their church, but their church had been very unusual as well. Then, Adam moved in next door. Adam and his parents were so different from anyone Alex had ever seen. Adam was so free, and he seemed to always know exactly what he wanted out of life and how to get it. Alex never knew any of those things; Adam had helped him learn, and soon they discovered how much they truly had in common. Adam eventually came out to Alex; When Adam was born, people had assumed he was actually a girl, a notion that he’d protested from the moment he could speak. At first, Alex had been upset by this news, he’d been taught that people like Adam were horrible, monstrous even. But, Adam wasn’t monstrous at all, Adam was still Alex’s friend. And… Everything Adam was saying, all the descriptions he’d provided about his feelings and his identity, all of it had made so much sense to Alex. And, that was when Alex realized that he wasn’t a girl, either. When tensions between their families erupted, Alex’s family split apart. His Mama and a few of his siblings moved to the city with Adam and his family, while Alex’s other siblings stayed with their Papa. Adam began to help Alex transition, Adam bought Alex special garments with which to flatten his chest, as well as a prosthetic device he could use to pee standing up, and taught him how to use it without making a mess. These were things that gave him a more masculine appearance and made him feel at home in his own skin for the first time in his life. That had all happened some time ago, Alex had been living authentically for quite a while now. He and Adam had their own place, and slept cuddled together each night like they’d always wanted to. When the nightmares came to Alex, reminding him of events whose only redeeming quality was the fact they were over, he could wake up in a comforting set of arms, catch his breath, and realize that he was always going to be safe now. The biggest ‘first’ Alex had with Adam was this; Adam was the first person that made Alex feel complete and understood. Today, Alex was going to have another ‘first’ with Adam; His first time going to a rock concert. Rock music had been banned at Alex’s house growing up, just like all music with vocals, except for hymns; And even then, only the hymns that were approved by their church. Alex had never heard rock music until Adam had played some for him. Alex had been taught that rock was all about devil worship, but nothing in the songs Adam had shown to him had ever sounded evil. Most of it only made Alex feel pumped up and happy. Before they left for the concert, Alex nervously asked Adam how he looked. To Adam, Alex always looked hot; He liked to keep his hair long and tied back in a ponytail, which made him look a little like a rockstar, and he’d been blessed with every trans-man’s dream of a naturally masculine build, which only looked better now that he’d begun lifting weights. “You look great,” Adam told him. “My chest?” Alex asked. “Is it on right?” Adam knew Alex meant the binder. It had taken a while for Alex to learn how to put it on in a way that didn’t pinch or make it hard to breathe. It had been a while since Adam had needed to wear a binder himself, his top-surgery had been his eighteenth birthday present from his parents. He and Alex were still working on getting Alex onto the same path. Adam assured Alex that his chest looked fine, and that if nothing was pinching or squeezing too hard, that meant he’d put it on right. He added that he’d find Alex a binder with a zipper on the front, one that would be easier to put on and take off. “Are you ready to go?” he asked. Alex nodded, a little uneasily. The concert was being held at a stadium. Alex had never been inside a stadium before. He’d never been anywhere so big, and so full of people. It made his skin feel fluttery. “What is it like there?” he asked. “It will be loud and crowded,” Adam said. “And, I won’t lie, it’s pretty easy to get lost. But, just stick right next to me the whole time, and you’ll be okay.” “Okay…” Alex said, a hint of trepidation in his voice. The ride there was long. Partway through, Alex was given a very unwanted reminder that he had neglected to use the restroom before they’d left. He honestly just hadn’t felt any urge to go then, but he certainly did now. Adam probably wasn’t going to want to stop anywhere. It could make them late. And, Alex knew that lots of places didn’t let anybody use their restroom unless they bought something first. Some places didn’t let anybody use them at all. If they stopped at a place like that, they’d have to leave and find somewhere else, and maybe Alex wouldn’t be able to go there, either. It would just be a huge inconvenience, and Alex did not want to inconvenience Adam when he was so excited about the concert. The stadium would have a restroom somewhere, surely. Alex could hold it until then. And, he wouldn’t even have to worry about waiting for a stall. Now that he had his STP, he could use a urinal and be out in just a couple minutes, no time spent bouncing up and down as he waited anxiously for a free toilet. All he’d need to do was get to a vacant urinal, pull down his zipper and— Alex shook his head fiercely, trying to erase the fantasy as if his brain were an etch-a-sketch. Thinking about how nice peeing was gonna feel was going to turn what was now just a slight, thrumming annoyance into more of a true emergency. He flexed his thighs a little, adjusted in his seat, and looked out the window. Looking out the window didn’t really help him gauge how close they were. Even now, he’d seen so little of the city, and so much of it all looked identical to him. A bunch of big, tall, silver buildings, one right after the other. He could barely tell different areas of town apart from one another, he relied on landmarks to determine what things he was close to. And, he had no clue what things were near the stadium. Adam had told him earlier what street it was on, but Alex could barely remember the names of the streets close to their home, much less how they were all connected. “What places are next to the stadium?” Alex asked Adam suddenly. “Like restaurants?” Adam asked, assuming Alex was getting hungry. “Well, there’s a couple fast food places, and a pizza restaurant called Palazzo’s. That one’s really good, they make meatless pepperoni there. If you want, we can go there after the concert, but there will be snacks and stuff at the stadium.” Alex nodded. He’d never been to Palazzo’s, so the information didn’t make him any more certain of where they were going or how close they were. He tapped his foot a little impatiently. He sure hoped they were getting close! His urge to pee was quickly transforming itself into a need that he didn’t think he could go without fulfilling for much longer. He kept picturing his stream flowing through his prosthetic to trickle gently into a urinal, tension easing from his body as his bladder steadily deflated and stopped trying to bother him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the image. He needed to stop thinking about it. But, it was getting really, really hard not to. His knees knocked together as the pulses of urgency started to come closer and closer together. He noticed a gas station out the window. He’d be allowed to pee there, wouldn’t he? But, no. On TV, gas station toilets were always really gross, and usually the characters had to do something to get the key to open the door, anyway. And, it was always something really time-consuming that just dragged out the whole process way longer than it needed to be. Alex didn’t want to make Adam late. He could hold it. So, he held it. He said nothing to Adam about his need for a urinal. He didn’t point out any of the gas stations they passed on their journey. He just sat there and held it in, as his bladder throbbed away at near constant intervals. Finally, they did arrive, and Alex exhaled. His bladder pulsed more strongly than it had at any point during the ride, and he clenched his fists and ground his teeth together as the wave of desperation passed through his body. Once it subsided and he could stand, he opened the car door and gingerly rose to his feet. “Nnnh!” he cried as he suddenly found himself fighting against gravity. All his liquid seemed to move straight downwards against his sphincters, begging and pleading to be permitted to flow just that extra bit further. Alex looked up at the stadium. It was a massive, circular building covered in super bright lights and huge screens. Tons of people were rushing in and out of it, and Alex felt intimidated. The hairs on his arms stood on end and, remembering what Adam had said earlier about sticking close to him, he dashed around to the other side of the car and pressed himself into Adam’s side. “Hey,” Adam said easily. “Don’t worry. I know you’re not used to things like this, but it’s okay. It’s perfectly safe.” Alex took Adam’s hand and squeezed it firmly. Well. Adam wasn’t going to complain about that… He simply squeezed back and led Alex towards the entrance. It took a while to get through. First, a man had to check their tickets with a scanner thing that looked sort of like the barcode readers at checkout in the grocery store. Alex wasn’t sure what the point of it was, because Adam had paid for the tickets online already. And the guy didn’t ask for any money. It was weird. Next, they had to take off their shoes, and Adam had to take off his bag, and then put it all into some bins so they could go through a tunnel thingy that x-rayed them. Alex wasn’t sure what the point of that was, either. But, it was really, really hard for him to bend down and unlace his shoes. As he knelt, it felt like all of his body weight was being placed right on top of his poor bladder. He could feel it being crushed and partially flattened in a way that was just awful! The overfull organ was practically screaming in pain, and Alex bit his lip against a whimper. After that, and after they’d gotten their shoes back, Alex just slipped his feet into them. He didn’t have it in him to crouch down a second time. He’d tie them after he’d peed. Hopefully, the peeing would come soon. They were past all the confusing security stuff now, and Alex once more planted himself to Adam’s side. “We’ve got some time before the concert,” Adam said. “There are some gift shops, and some places you can buy food. Or we can go right to our seats.” Alex’s bladder surged when none of the options Adam had presented had involved a toilet. So… Were there not restrooms here, then? There must have been, right? It was too big a building to not have any toilets, wasn’t it? But, as he glanced around, he didn’t see any signs for a restroom… Maybe that was a thing? Stadiums didn’t have restrooms because they were too full of other stuff? Maybe that should have been obvious, something everyone on Earth already knew except for Alex since he’d never been allowed to go anywhere. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen anyone on TV go to a stadium and use a restroom… Alex didn’t want to feel stupid asking Adam for a urinal if he ought to have already known there weren’t any here. He bounced on his toes as panic set in; How long was the concert gonna be? He really, really needed to go! But, it sounded like he was gonna have to wait until after, when they went to eat. Ohhh, the restaurant better have a toilet! Or… Or maybe he could tell Adam he had to pee badly, and could they please go somewhere with a restroom? But, no, then they’d have to do all that security stuff again, and he didn’t know how much time was left before the concert was due to start. There wasn’t time for Alex to pee. But, he just needed to. He needed to so much. “Adam, I—“ “Let’s get some pretzels,” Adam said. He’d noticed Alex turning paler, and swaying on his feet. Poor thing must have been starving! “You like those.” “O—Okay,” Alex said, gripping Adam’s hand tightly again as he was led off to a concession counter. He bobbed in place, lifting first his right foot and then his left. There was a big lemonade dispenser behind the counter, and as the liquid inside of it was mixed and spun around, the liquid inside of Alex did the exact same thing. While Adam ordered some pretzels, Alex drug his eyes away from the tortuous lemonade dispenser. He looked instead at the huge, wide hall that circled around the stadium. There were more concession counters, and the gift shops Adam had mentioned, and— His bladder suddenly began to push very firmly against his opening, recognizing relief before Alex himself had. There it was, a sign designating a men’s room. Ohhh, thank goodness! He felt a little silly for thinking there weren’t any restrooms here, but sometimes out in the real world, things were just so confusing that he was never certain what he could expect anywhere. His bladder urged him to dash straight down the hall and give in to his throbbing, pounding need. But, knew he had to stay right next to Adam. If they got separated, Alex knew for a fact he would be totally lost in a matter of seconds. He just had to wait until Adam finished talking with the concession man, then he’d say he had to pee, and Adam would take him to the restroom. Except, now that Alex knew he’d be peeing soon, his need to do so ramped up considerably. He was close to jumping up and down now. and every so often he’d palm his crotch. It was strange, but whenever he held onto the tip of his prosthetic when he needed to pee, it would actually make the urge subside a little bit. He knew it shouldn’t have had such an effect, but it did anyway. Adam finally finished with the concession guy and handed Alex one of the pretzels. “Here, eat,” he urged. “You don’t look so good.” Alex didn’t FEEL so good… It registered to him that it would be pretty gross to bring the pretzels with them into the restroom, so he decided he’d go after they’d eaten them. He immediately began scarfing his own down, just to get to his relief faster. “Heh,” Adam laughed. “Wow, you really are hungry, huh?” ‘Not really,’ Alex thought. ‘I just need the restroom so bad!’ “Show’s about to start,” Adam said, taking a bit of his own pretzel. “We should go sit down.” Alex frowned at that. ‘But I have to pee first!’ he wanted to say, but his bladder wasn’t worth making Adam miss the start of the show. He kept his hand around Adam's as he was led into the main area of the stadium, and into a seat in the middle of one of the rows. Adam sat down beside him, and soon someone else had taken the seat on his other side. He was boxed in now, and his bladder felt like it was trying to kick and punch its way out of the prison he now found himself in. He whimpered in the back of his throat, crossing his legs at the ankles. Adam swallowed the last of his pretzel and gave Alex a concerned look. He’d known all the bright lights and crowds were going to make Alex a little tetchy, but he looked downright miserable in his discomfort. He was visibly shaking all over, vibrating with anxiety. Adam patted his hand, a reminder that he was there and Alex was safe. This was just something new, and Alex had always eased himself into new things eventually. Alex felt a little comforted by Adam’s soft touch, but the comfort fizzled away when he imagined how disgusted Adam would be if he had an accident all over his seat. Adam wouldn’t want to touch him at all then… Alex scissored his legs, bounced his knees up and down. He thought he could remember the way to that restroom from here, but all the aisles and rows looked identical! He’d get turned around and never find Adam again. ‘Just stick right next to me the whole time, and you’ll be okay.’ Adam had said, and Alex had intended to do exactly that. Just… He didn’t want to make Adam miss the start of the show, and he really, really couldn’t hold it much more! He pulled his hand out from underneath Adam’s, then squeezed Adam’s hand so hard it started to turn red. Adam winced, not so much from the pain— Though, Alex was pretty strong— but from the knowledge he’d brought him somewhere that was obviously too stressful for him. Maybe he should have brought him to a smaller concert before this one, something outdoors and with fewer people… This was too much all at once. He frowned, he’d really wanted to see this band perform, but… “Alex…?” he whispered lowly. “Is this too much for you? Are you feeling freaked out?” Alex shook his head, continuing to bounce in his seat. He wasn’t freaked out, he was just bursting! “Are you sure?” Adam asked. “We can leave if you’re uncomfortable.” Well. He definitely WAS uncomfortable. But, how could he make Adam skip seeing one of his favorite bands live just because he needed to pee? “It’s okay,” he insisted. “I’m okay…” “If you’re sure…” Adam said. “Just, keep holding my hand, try to feel better.” A couple minutes later, the performance began. The loud music was enough to shake the floors a little, the vibration pummeling Alex’s poor bladder like it was the pawn in a game of Whack-A-Mole. He was whimpering, quivering and twitching, and felt little, tiny droplets of urine forcing their ways out of him. He was losing it, he was gonna have an accident! He couldn’t remember ever needing to go this bad! And, he’d been desperate lots of times before. When he lived in the old place, the line for the toilet each morning would be massive, all of his siblings always managing to beat him there. When he was younger, sometimes this had even led to accidents when his bladder just hadn’t been able to hold it together for long enough. But, the desperation he’d felt all those mornings completely paled in comparison to now. Up until now, his worst experience with desperation had been when he’d been severely punished by his Papa for sneaking out to see Adam after they’d been forbidden to have contact with one another. Alex had been locked into his room all night, every night. And, one of those nights, he hadn’t been able to pee before the lock had been put into place. He’d tried desperately to find something—Anything!!— he could empty his bladder into, but could find nothing; His Papa had stripped his room of everything except for his bed, one pillow, one blanket and his Bible. None of which made good emergency toilets, and one of which would probably result in him going to Hell if he even tried. That night, he’d actually ended up praying for God to send him a miracle. God had answered Alex’s prayers in the past, had shown him the way, had even led him to Adam… And, again, God came through for Alex that night; Because, as soon as he’d finished praying, he saw that Papa had missed something under the bed; a towel. And, by bunching that up underneath himself and adjusting it whenever one patch got too sodden, he was able to fully relieve his aching bladder. Remembering the relief from that night made Alex wish he had a towel with him here and now. He wouldn’t expose himself in a stadium full of people, obviously. But, at least if he had a towel to sit on, the mess from his inevitable accident wouldn’t be as bad. He continued to squirm and fidget, kicking his legs out in front of himself and crossing them, tightening his hold on Adam’s hand, and just hoping for everything to be over soon so he could go. It did end eventually, and Alex scrambled to his feet, losing a short stream in the process. He jumped from foot to foot as he waited for the other people in the row to make it out onto the stairs so he could rush for the toilets. “Did you like the music, at least?” Adam asked with concern. Alex still didn’t look very good. He was so pale, and hadn’t stopped shaking at all. Throughout the concert, Adam had bit back a moan several times as Alex seemed bound and determined to just snap his hand clean off. Alex hadn’t even really heard any of the music. All he’d been able to hear were the shrieks coming from his bladder, the screams of ‘PEE NOW!’ He nodded slightly at Adam anyway. “Th—That’s good,” Adam said. “We’ll be outside soon, I’ll take you to that restaurant, it’s gonna be much quieter there, you’ll feel better.” “C—Can we do something here first?” Alex asked as they inched forward up the stairs. Adam was surprised. “You… Want a t-shirt or something? The lines might be long since it just ended, can you handle tha—“ “I need to pee,” Alex interrupted. “Please, Adam? I’ve had to go since before we got here.” Adam took a moment to readjust to his new perspective. Alex wasn’t trembling because the crowds scared him. He was just trembling because his bladder was really full. “Oh… Why didn’t you say anything?” “First, I didn’t know if there was even anywhere to go here,” Alex said. “Then, I didn’t want you to miss the start of the show having to take me so I wouldn’t get lost.” “I… I wouldn’t have been upset,” Adam said as they finally left the main area and were back in the hall. “Oh, Alex… you should have told me! You didn’t need to hold it through that whole thing!” Alex was dancing all over the place now, his legs were in constant motion, making it appear almost like he was jogging. His hands were between his legs, squeezing the tip of his prosthetic; Again, the action helped ease his agony even as the logical part of his mind told him that it shouldn’t. Adam was staring; He’d never seen Alex in such obvious distress before. He took Alex’s hand and led him as carefully as he could through the crowd and to the… Massive line sprawling out of the nearest men’s room. Alex moaned at the sight, his legs trembling madly beneath him. “Yeah, you’re probably not gonna make it through this,” Adam said. “But, that’s okay.” “I don’t want to have an accide—“ “You won’t,” Adam cut him off. He again began leading Alex away. Alex whimpered as he was now being taken in the opposite direction of the restroom he needed. “Adam, stop!” Alex pleaded. “I need to go!” “You’re gonna go,” Adam said. He took Alex outside of the stadium, and walked him down the street a little. Alex whimpered and fidgeted the whole way, and Adam tried not to pay attention to the hissing sound of liquid coming from Alex’s midsection. Adam stopped at the entrance to an alleyway. “Go,” he said. Alex looked around confused. There was nowhere for him TO go! “Where?” “I know you’ve peed outside before,” Adam said. “In the woods,” Alex said, pacing around on twisted up legs. “Aren’t the rules different here?” ‘Not if you don’t get caught,’ Adam thought, but had a feeling Alex wouldn’t exactly agree with that. “No,” Adam said. “You can pee on a wall when you really need to go. That’s allowed.” Alex still looked unsure. “Hey, I’ll go with you,” Adam offered. “Would that help you feel more comfortable?” “I guess..” Alex winced out. Without even fully realizing it, his hand had already connected with his zipper. “Okay,” Adam said. He went deeper into the alley and unzipped, pulling the head of his STP out. He held back his flow, however. If he let out a stream while Alex was in earshot, his partner would explode for sure. “Ready when you are!” Alex scurried down the alleyway until he was shoulder to shoulder with Adam— Admittedly a little closer than Adam liked to be to another person while urinating, but if it helped Alex, he’d put up with it. Alex loudly yanked his zip down and positioned his prosthetic, a clear jet of liquid slamming against the lower part of the wall not but two seconds later. It took a moment for it to register to Alex that he was finally peeing, and for a second he didn’t even feel the relief. He’d been so full that it wasn’t until a bit had drained out that he began to feel the pleasurable sensations of release. “Mmmm…” he hummed softly through his nostrils. Adam let his own stream go. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as Alex’s was. He’d needed to go a bit after such a long drive and show, but his own urge had been nowhere near the emergency Alex’s had been. His liquid lightly pattered against the wall, darkening the material. When Adam’s bladder had let out all it had to give and he’d zipped himself back up, Alex was still pouring away. Adam winced at that, realizing just how desperate his poor boyfriend must have been for all that time. Alex gave one final push and the last of his urine trickled against the now thoroughly drenched wall. He shook out his prosthetic and zipped up, trying to catch his breath. Adam rubbed his boyfriend’s back, feeling the tension still present there. “Better?” he asked. “Better,” Alex nodded a little shakily. “You’re sure that wasn’t against the rules?” “Positive,” Adam said, though in the back of his mind he hoped this wouldn’t cause Alex to make a habit out of peeing in alleyways.

Its a common kind of trope from (mostly straight women in my experience) that "dicks are ugly" but as a bi man I've really never understood this. The dick is like.. the whole point right? When it comes down to raw sexual attraction women have titties and pussies and men have cocks and balls and I love all four (six if you wanna count each ball and boob individually). But yeah like, I think dicks are hot. A sexual organ that literally enlarges and hardens involuntarily depending on attraction? Are you fucking kidding me? That is the sexiest idea and whoever came up with it needs a raise. Aesthetically I just enjoy them too. I masturbate to nice looking dicks the same way I do to tits. Are you on the same page as me and if not how do you conceptualize your sexuality when you find the genitals of the sex you like unattractive - I'm curious.

I guess this goes in "General" Omorashi. I don't know. Just asking when was the last time you got to pee yourself and enjoyed it? I'll start, naturally. It feels like it has been almost two years for me. I work and look after family. There's hardly the time. At the end of the evening, I crash, wake up, go to work, etc. Rinse and repeat. When I do have time, I normally look at porn and share whatever I think is cool here on this site. It's quick in that sense... ((blushes)). I miss it. Sometimes, when I go to the bathroom I don't go all the way so I can dribble a tiny bit in my underwear. Just the feeling of the barely wet fabric is so nice. I really long for the day that I can just soak myself, lay in it, play, and just fully enjoy the experience. Some things are worth waiting for, I suppose. ❤️ Thanks for taking the time.

What do you do and how do you feel when you see someone having a genuine accident. Do you secretly take pleasure or do you feel bad for the person. Does this change when you know the person vs don't.

(I didn't realize how long this was lol! I am posting this the day after because I fell asleep, so please forgive the inconsistent verb tense!) Last night I decided to challenge myself to drink one of those large cans of hard seltzer (710ml) just because I had one and have the chance to wet 🙂 I'm not the drinker I was in college, and it takes a lot less for me to get tipsy now and although I don't get shitfaced off of one of these (not by a longshot lol) it lowers my holding ability just enough that it makes it fun for me! My comfortable max bladder capacity (meaning when I "normally" absolutely need to use the bathroom to remain decent lol) is usually somewhere between 700-800ml, but I have (mostly) been able to hold up to 1.2L with a LOT of leaking if not full on wetting. So it's always a nice challenge to give myself now and then since I only get to do this every couple months or so hehe I started at about 9pm maybe? And I haven't been drinking quickly to avoid upsetting my stomach, so it's around 10:30pm right now and I'm already squirming. I think I'm only halfway through the can TT the challenge for myself is to finish the whole thing without leaking first, of course. Now I'm kind of having to chug with purpose because I have a feeling an accident might happen within the next 30 minutes or so...I changed into my wetting shorts since I'm sure I'll be wet soon. Finished the little left in the can at 11:05pm and I'm definitely squirming at this point, it just feels so full. My tummy is bulging a bit, but I tightened the drawstrings on my shorts and double knotted it hehe~ I'm definitely going to start leaking, I can feel it, I'm squirming so hard and trying to hold myself >< WHOA I had a huge wave of desperation hit me, now it's even harder to stay still. I am also realizing at this moment I had another can of something before the seltzer that was 330ml, so now it definitely feels like I'm going to be bursting really soon. It almost doesn't feel full enough, which I'm sure I'll regret saying in another couple minutes haha. I'm struggling to get down the stairs and back up without leaking at this point, and I'm definitely tipsy. I grabbed another drink that's probably around another 350ml but I know there's no way I'm getting through it without some sort of accident (but that's half the fun right 😉). My bladder is yelling at me now, my pee is threatening to leak out and my muscles are not going to do much to stop it. OH wow, my bladder just contracted a bit and I almost leaked. Now I'm sweating a bit and nonstop squirming and rocking in my chair. It is SO close to coming out oh my god. I'm glad I have a towel and a blanket under me to try and minimize the damage I'm about to cause...I'm humping into my hand to try and regain some sort of control. AH, nope there goes my first and my second leak. It's always so tiny when it starts out and then it feels like it just can't stop. Another leak not even a second later as I lifted my hand to type this. Fuck, an even bigger leak. I'm probably about to lose control, but I'm squeezing my thighs together to try and keep it in for now. I don't live alone and someone is in my bathroom of course. I'm trying so hard to hold it, but it seems like it's coming out in spurts - and wow another wave of desperation and I just straight up peed into my shorts and I can feel it soaking the entire crotch of the shorts I'm wearing and feel it dribbling down. The bathroom is free now, but I'm honestly frozen in place and pretty much straight up pissing my shorts in spurts. My bladder keeps squeezing piss out in huge bursts and I can't even try to stop it. It's leaking onto my thighs now...I'm breathing heavily and still trying to hold funnily enough. There's obviously still so much left in my bladder, I'm not sure releasing the pressure made any difference. I guess I'll just drink more for now since I need to wait for my housemate to go to bed. Took another sip and immediately pissed a bunch, wow I can't hold it at all~ This is kinda fun actually and making me insanely horny. I just love the way it feels bursting out and the liquid squeezing out between my thighs and wetting the towel beneath me. A particularly big spurt almost made it on my floor, and now all of a sudden I'm really feeling the alcohol get to me, not even sure if holding what's in me matters anymore since it's all coming out anyway. All things considered I haven't made too much of a mess yet, surprisingly. I didn't think I was such a lightweight to be honest, I'm pretty much drunk right now and it's lovely. I'm so relaxed and just enjoying the wetness and spurts as they come, if I were standing I honestly would have released my whole bladder by now I'm sure of it. But even as I continue drinking my second alcoholic drink of the evening, its coming out easier and easier. Without even really realizing, I finished that second drink and I think my bladder is almost empty and I'm pretty much soaked. Just kidding, another gush of pee just left me as I was focusing on typing. At this point I gave in and came like I wanted to after rubbing myself for so long, and now the rest is all gushing out, just a stream of hot piss soaking everything beneath me. Surprisingly nothing got on the floor, until I stood up and excess pee was running down the back of legs and got a few drops gathering around my ankles. I hobbled to the bathroom (finally free) and emptied all that was left in my bladder which was way more than I thought. I think I might be able to hold even more than I initially measured... I cleaned myself up and changed into my proper pajamas and went straight to bed. Another fun and relaxing evening for me ^^

I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.

I love it whenever I see cute, sexy af omo artwork of furry characters (and others) wearing an adorable skirt and panties, watching them squirm and appear very desperate to piss only to soak themselves ultimately, seeing their relieved face as they make their puddle on the ground as they sit in their wet clothing. Just AHHH! ❤️ It's hard for me to express my feelings for this, but does anyone else feel me?

Hi all! After a long time using this site, reading and watching your stuff here, i've decided to contribute with a little video.. That's my first wetting video, I was kinda shy.. But I've had so much fun.. did a hold for so long that the relief felt amazingly good. Definitely gonna do it again ;) 20230521_190944.mp4

Thought to make a thread relating to some accidents and close calls that I've had that I didn't cause on purpose. I've had chronic bladder issues for my entire life, so this affects the strength of my bladder sometimes. For this first post though I want to talk about my most frequent accidents lately, those being bedwettings. When I was younger I had issues with bedwetting, but not so much as an adult. However, I notice that sometimes I will end up waking up immediately on the verge of an accident. There was at least one time that this was not the case though. I was having a dream about something. I have no recollection of what was happening in the main storyline of the dream, I just remember that I needed to pee REALLY bad. I ran to a public bathroom, and immediately sat down on the toilet to go. However, for whatever reason, my brain registered that something was wrong about this bathroom somehow, and that I didn't know if I should pee in there. It's like I knew I wasn't actually on a toilet, but wasn't really lucid enough to realize it was happening in a dream and that the toilet was my sweatpants and mattress. Alas, I had to go so bad, that I just thought to myself "it's a toilet, just go!" and let out a little bit. Instantly I could feel the wetness around my seat, as if I was wearing pants, but I wasn't. I tried to stop going, and I managed to stop peeing to figure out what was going on. Though, I still had to go REALLY bad. I remembered that I was on a toilet, and that that feeling isn't actually anything wrong and that it's fine, so I just proceeded to gush it all out. It was honestly the most satisfying feeling of my entire life, and it felt like it was going on forever. Almost too long, in fact. Despite feeling like I was gushing, the pressure on my bladder made it feel like a small trickle, as if I couldn't pee it all out fast enough. Eventually though, I woke up almost immediately after, only to find a massive flood in my pants and on my bed. It was honestly probably the most that I've felt like I've peed in my entire life. I remember waking up again in the morning and still feeling extremely desperate. I never really have had anything like that happen to me ever since then, but there was one time that I got close. This one I don't quite recall as easily though. All that I can remember was that I was gonna pee in my dream again. This sounds like a rookie mistake, but typically if I pee in dreams, no actual pee comes out of my body (at least, not ever since the previous incident). So I again ignored my intuition and decided to let some out. This time, though, the massive spurt that came out of me pretty much almost immediately woke me up. For some reason, I didn't even get up to use the bathroom after this. I just went right back to sleep. It's a miracle I didn't fully wet myself that time, all things considered. I didn't even think that it was real until I woke up and was able to see the stain on my underwear from where I sprayed. Anyways that's all I have for now, I'll probably add to this over time

My name is Emily ❤️ Omorashi Kinnda took over a bit of my life..I want to explore my kink quite bad and i think this means Im going to need a dom for the type of person i am and play i want I am WAY nervous and really shy and timid and a bit of a Brat so id love to find someone who can help keep that in order .... so my questions are ❤️ how easy it is to find a dom? ❤️ how my desires and Fantasys can allign with someone else who is also into this kink! ❤️ how unrealistic is it to be able to engage with another person while they are holding!

Hi y'all! I tend to mostly lurk here and kinda just hang out in the background but recently I've gone on a research kick involving diaper kink/fetish, and when I started I was a little surprised to see that the Wikipedia article is entirely out of date, so much so that it still uses the outdated "transvestism" when referring to some people that take part in this kink. I found this a little disturbing as a trans person and I wanted to keep going down this rabbit hole. To my surprise there are very few actual psych papers on not only diaper kink, but kink as a whole. Now this is interesting to me in a couple ways, one it could mean that the reason so many people are adverse and nasty to diaper lovers is not only a social misunderstanding, but a scientific misunderstanding as well. This has all gotten me thinking about what kind of demographics tend to engage with the online portion of this kink now that it is so widespread as an option. Now in no means am I a sociologist, I'm a broke college student who does programing for a couple bucks here and there, but I would really like to see the specific data surrounding this. In this form I want to ask question regarding identity, so I will have very specific asks about self identity and presentation. By the nature of this I want the form to be completely anonymous. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdIDHInPtn7EkyeihiUqUbZOisW60S67SzK3VUqYhtcMKSBZA/viewform?usp=sf_link Thanks for filling this in if you did, I will post results periodically (once every other 2 days until stop getting responses)

So on Friday I had an autism evaluation, which takes several hours. Before I drove over, I had watermelon as part of my lunch and I usually drink a lot of water, so even though I peed right before I left I realized I had to go about halfway to the psych office. To make it worse, I had to drive on the interstate, which is really scary for me, so it made me more desperate. I planned to go pee when I got there, but the second I walked in the door the psychologist brought me into her office. The first two hours was basically just an interview type thing. The whole time I was distracted by how much I had to pee. I wanted to ask to leave, but it never felt like a good time — she kept just moving on to the next topic. After maybe an hour and a half, I was trying to subtly hold myself through my pants because my desperation had gotten up to probably an 8 or 9. I could feel the pee bulging in my bladder and some of it was threatening to come out. My face was so hot I was so embarrassed. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I seriously couldn’t do it anymore. A leak squirted out into my hand and I froze. She was writing so she didn’t notice anything. The leak pushed me up to a 10. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was talking and I was so scared to interrupt. Another leak, this time bigger, came out and i could see a small wet spot on my crotch. SHE WAS STILL TALKING! By now she was explaining what the rest of the session would be. She got up to set up some stuff for the puzzles part of the eval and my bladder must have been excited not to be under surveillance anymore, because everything instantly gushed out. I could hear the stream, that’s how hard it was. I closed my eyes and tried to bunch myself up as much as I could in a futile attempt at preserving my dignity. Hot piss gushed into my hand and hissed in my pants. It even started dripping onto the floor, which is when she noticed. I couldn’t stop peeing, even when she was looking at me. Finally, it ended. My butt was completely soaked from peeing in the chair and there was a huge wet spot on my crotch, with streaks all the way down to my shoes. There was a puddle on the floor. We cut the appointment short and are doing the rest at a later date. I have no idea how I’ll be able to stomach going back there though.

Lets start a yellow thread to finish up the colors section of the experiences page!

Edit: Sorry I'm not sure why I couldn't get the first pic and video to embed like the last pic! Sorryyyy Last night and into this afternoon I had my bladder controlled for the first time! I was chatting with a guy on discord and we were talking about our kinks and stuff. I am really into petplay (and also generally think of myself as a dog), so he was asking about my piss kink as it related to that. I told him I really liked to pee outside, and he said he'd love to see it and that I should drink a lot of water before bed so I could record myself having a good desperate morning pee outside. I said I actually already had to go and that I would just hold it overnight. This was stupid obviously. We continued chatting and eventually was touching myself. I said I was starting to get concerned that I was going to pee when I came, and he just called me a stupid puppy for thinking I could hold it all night rather than just drinking a whole bunch. He kept teasing me about being dumb and about how good it would feel to let go and pee if only he would let me, and of course my degradee brain went crazy. I came and felt a huge spurt gush out, just as I had predicted. The damage: IMG_8771 (1).HEIC He made me sleep in them all night :(( In the morning, I woke up as desperate as I was when I went to sleep. I chugged a whole bottle of water and paced around the house watching some wetting videos on twitter. I begged him to let me go, but he wanted me to wait until it hit 10 am. At 9:50 I put on my shoes and went outside, partially out of anticipation and partially because I really thought I might lose it. He made me beg him to go pee, saying how I was going to have an accident if he didn't let me go. Finally, he let me, and I pressed record and fumbled my boxers off, just starting to dribble. The hissing was so loud, I was so desperate! IMG_8784.mov As you all know, your bladder gets crazy weak after holding to the breaking point like that. So a couple hours later, I was squirming again. He told me I should pee hovering over the toilet to make a mess and have to clean it up like the dumb dog I am. The video can't fit in this post, so here's a link via Clipchamp (microsoft version of imovie if you're unfamiliar): https://clipchamp.com/watch/IrwSwnz0Vr1 I decided to have my underwear only pulled partially down, which made it splash everywhere. Here are the undies: So yeah! It was fun, hopefully you guys enjoyed this too 🙂

Doing a hold for another few hours....Been holding for about 3 and a half hours so far. Currently at about a 6.

Happy to announce that I have made an updated 2.0 version of the Omorashi Desperation Challenge. The original was surprisingly popular and it seemed like a good idea to bring a few fresh ideas into the mix. If anyone is curious there are a fair few posts on this site describing what happened when people attempted the original challenge. Changes include: Extra tasks Extra teasing New explicit tasks that can be unlocked in level 2 A few more options on where to pee when you finally let go Plays a bit more smoothly Punishment for cumming to soon in level 4 Bug fixes If anyone has any additional challenges or ideas that could be incorporated into the mix to make the game more fun, please feel free to add them to this thread or DM me. Happy wetting and enjoy. https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=58190

Hello everyone I am new here, I am a transgender boy (Ftm) I love omorashi, and today I had an accident! I was in my bed in underpants, I was about to fall asleep when suddenly, my bladder is relaxing slightly, a small leak occurred, I could not stand I let go and I ended up soaking myself completely lying in my bed ... I wet the bed! It's exciting but also shameful, I wish someone would make fun of me, I like this kind of humiliation! Maybe my mom will discover my sheets...

I have a very small bladder and low ability to hold for long periods of time. After classes or work I'll often find myself struggling to hold it without leaking on the long drive home. Anyways, I was driving home and having a really desperate drive. I hadn't used the bathroom before leaving and knew that I had to head to the bathroom immediately after getting home or I'd have an accident. When I'm sitting down in the car I can feel uncomfortable but won't usually leak. But as soon as I stand up my desperation gets worse. This time, I managed to clench down and avoided leaking as I stood up. I made it to the door without any problems, looking forwards to getting inside so I could finally pee. But as I got inside I saw a problem with my tanks. Water was all over the floor, and my tetras were swimming in an inch of water at the bottom of the tank. Somehow my pump had started to spill over the side, dripping tank water all over the floor and draining my tank. I jumped into action to save my fish. I dumped a gallon into their tank, and ran to the sink to fill up another container. With the distraction AND feeling the warm water over my hands in filling up the container, my bladder gave out. So I had the situation of slowly pissing myself as I waited for my container to fill up. I tried to stop it but I could only slow down the stream a bit. So knowing the inevitable, I loosened my muscles and soaked my jeans fully. I really can't hold much, so this is not a new experience for me. Luckily it happened once I was already inside. Thankfully my floor was already covered in water so it wasn't like I was worried about the puddle. But after I finished emptying my bladder, I fixed the pump issue and did a huge amount of laundry sopping up the mess. All my fish survived, btw! So that was lucky. I'll gladly piss myself a thousand times for the sake of my fish!

I decided to do a challenge tonight and it was quite the experience lol! Shout out to @Mycall, who made my favourite hold on Milovana. While this isn't my first time doing Mycall's challenge, this is the first time I've had what I'd consider a true accident. Something that I attribute to my autism, I register my need to pee very suddenly, with a lot of pressure all at once. That's exactly what happened tonight. I was sitting in the living room playing Stardew Valley when my bladder decided to scream at me, and I thought it would be interesting to do an impromptu hold. I was wearing dark, ripped skinny jeans and a black turtleneck tucked into it, and felt very proper in it, but that was certainly about to change. I hopped over to Milovana and started Mycall's challenge. The highest level I could start at was level 1, but I was already feeling like a level 2, as I was crossing my legs in my seat. I started level one and did some exercises, jumping jacks, yoga poses, and squats, which made my legs feel incredibly weak. After about 4-6 exercises, I had enough points to move up to level 2. If you've ever played this challenge, you know that in between levels 1 and 2, there's a bonus challenge that involves taking a 15 minute walk. I've never done this challenge because I'm insecure and the social interaction with the people I'm living with to say, "Hey! I'm going for a walk!" is often too much for me XD. But tonight, they were out at a concert, so I decided to brave the cold and head out for a walk. My legs ached from the squats, but I made it down the driveway and into the bitter cold. after about 7 minutes, the challenge instructed me to let out a little squirt into my boxers. at this point I was busting to pee, so I happily obliged the challenge and let out a bit into my pants. Cars went by as I peed into my boxers just enough to feel a warm spot of wet, and I felt nervous and a little naughty. After I was done, I made the walk home, my wet underwear clinging to my crotch in such a wonderful way. The walk home was agonizing. My muscles weren't letting go just yet, but it felt like I was filled to the brim with pee, and if I let go just a little, I'd be far wetter than I already was. I made it home without accident, but the relief of getting to the house was perhaps a little too much for my body to handle. I got inside and threw off my mittens and jacket, pacing back and fourth, unable to keep still. I was too full at this point, and I was ready to explode. I bent over to untie my boots, and the pressure of my skinny jeans against my bladder made me squirt. I raced to get my boots off, and once I did, it was all over. My bladder let go onto the doormat. I clutched my crotch to try to stop the flood but there was no use. I could feel the muscles in my bladder trying desperately to stop the flood of pee to no avail. I clambered off of the mat and onto the floor, knowing it would be easier to clean the floor than the mat. My hands still clutching myself, I wet myself on the hardwood floor, soaking my socks, and making big, dark, wet streaks run down inside of my legs. I was stunned, eyes wide and mouth agape in awe of what had just happened. I got out of my wet clothes and threw them in the wash, cleaned the floor, and as I'm now sitting in my dry, fuzzy robe and typing this, I'm still reeling. I can't stop thinking "holy fuck I actually pissed myself, like I fully fucking pissed myself, oh my god that's wild." and so on. Safe to say I had a wonderfully wet time tonight. Shout out again to @Mycall, and anyone who actually read all of this!

Rollixx shifted around in his seat. He wiggled his tail, trying to make more room for his diapered rear. Demmie was sitting next to him in his modified car seat. He was smaller than most demons of his species and had to get a chair designed for small children. He looked up at his massive boyfriend and tilted his head. “Rollo? You look a little tense, is everything alright?” Rollixx nodded and kept his eyes fixed straight on the road. “Yup, everything is completely fine.” “Are you sure?” Demmie reached out and gripped onto the front of the dragon’s padding “... You feel dry, and I don’t smell anything coming from you.” Rollixx shifted around. “I’m clean, nothing is wrong.” “You gotta shit, don’t you?” Demmie smirked when Rollixx’s face went from the usual dark gray to a bright red. “You’re wearing your diaper, just go.” Rollixx wiggled his butt. “Can’t…. No room.” “Oh, it’s one of THOSE shits, huh?” Rollixx nodded. “Demmie, it’s always ‘one of those shits’, you expect a massive dragon like me to not make monster turds?” Demmie laughed. “Good point! We can stop at an empty lot so you can unload, okay?” Rollixx nodded again. He flinched when he heard Demmie blow a raspberry. “That’s gonna be what your ass sounds like in a few minutes.” Rollixx glanced down and saw Demmie’s diaper was soaked. “You look like you pour a whole jug of lemonade down your drawers.” Demmie looked down then quickly pulled his shirt over the thick bulge. “At least I don’t shit myself!” Rollixx chuckled when he saw Demmie’s tail jerk upwards. “You keep believing that sweetheart.” Demmie let out a small huff and lifted up his knees, causing Rollixx to laugh and ruffle his hair. After a few minutes of driving, grabbing each other’s fronts, and poking fun, they pull into a Walmart parking lot which was shockingly empty. Demmie quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. “Geez, I thought I was going to be the impatient one…” Rollixx opened the car door and carefully got out, making sure to not make the floodgates open too soon. “Hurry up so we can get going!” Demmie demanded. He crawled over the center compartment and flopped into the driver seat. Rollixx looked around, when he felt comfortable enough, he slowly let himself loose. He let out small squeaks as the soft shit burst out of him and into his diaper. He lifted up his leg as his diaper began to expand to fit his massive load. Demmie crawled on top of the vehicle and made sure nobody was around. Rollixx then felt something warm and wet run down his legs. “Hmmm?” He looked down and saw a puddle of piss on the ground.“Oh god, now one of the poor workers is going to have to come out here and clean that up.” Tears formed around his eyes, and he tried to hide his face. Demmie used his long tail to pat Rollixx on the head. “The rain should clean it all up, nobody needs to come out and clean. Rollixx still felt so bad that he grabbed a rag and tried to soak up most of the musty urine. “Dan Rollo, that's strong! Kinda turning me on a little…” “Keep it in your pants, you wanna-be urinal.” Rollixx teased as he threw the rag onto Demmie’s face. Demmie sat there with the piss rag on his head. He wagged his tail around, causing it to whip the car so hard it set off the alarm. The two jolted up and frantically tried to shut off the alarm. After a minute, Rollo finally turned off the alarm. “New rule, don’t throw piss rags at Demmie while he’s sitting on top of the car…” Demmie jumped onto Rollo’s shoulder. “Hey, could you get to the changing part of this now… I may or may not have-” “I already know what you did in there you little freak.” He chuckled. “Lay down, and try not to get it all over my seat.”

anyone have any videos where anyone (male, female, idc) is forced to pee themselves by tickling or other things?

I was desperate while walking back from my mailbox and decided to end my hold. I was wearing black shorts, and as soon as I got into my apartment’s parking lot, I just let go. It felt so good knowing anyone could see me pissing myself right out in the open like that, and I’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now.

Hello everyone! I have been lurking here enough to realize there is plenty of people that loves this fetish. I always wanted to meet people locally to who I can openly talk about this and hopefully create a group that meets up and chat regularly. I was wondering if anyone else would like this idea? I know a couple of people have already made some efforts in this direction. I was thinking about meeting up somewhere we can all talk freely. I'll start I am based in the Midlands on the Staffordshire area.