You can hold it, just a little longer

28, M, into omo, desperation, and bladder control, especially with roleplay. If you want to make me hold, or if you want me to make you hold, my DMs are open! New account for epkenn/Full to the Brim /@holdallday. If we talked there, add me here!

[biteable-goddess-deactivated202]

putting a combination padlock on your bathroom door and telling you one number every half an hour but only if you've drank a glass of water :3

[omo-oh-no]

figured the audience here might appreciate this. i’m a bit of a casual omo enjoyer but today i almost pissed myself at work and it was like. really hot. so

i’d had a hectic day and realised before i left home to go to work that i needed to pee pretty badly. i went to the bathroom but my sister was in there so i just decided to hold it until i got to work. it’s a 20 minute drive to work from home so i didn’t think it would be a big deal. haha!

about halfway into the drive i realised my mistake. my need had genuinely skyrocketed from maybe 6/10 to 8/10. i was squirming and holding myself and all i could think about was peeing. all the little bumps in the road were driving me crazy.

finally i pull into work and i make a beeline for the bathroom. fucking lo and behold, they’re out of order. i’m fully pee-dancing at this point, i can feel my body begging to let go. even then, i decided to make my next stupid decision: commit to waiting until i got home. surely i could hold it, right?

haha. well. about an hour later I’m filling up water troughs and i feel it hit me. i can’t clench in time. i leak into my underwear. just a little, but once i leak, I’m done for. genuinely panicking at this point, I hold myself shut and climb through the fence into the field and hobble to the back. there’s old stables that are no longer used and i was just praying there were no cameras (haha. ha. ha.) i sort of frantically looked around but i could feel my hand getting wet through my pants and i just had to go. got into the corner of one of the old stables, tore my pants down and immediately started gushing. fuck it felt so good. i was gasping in relief and trying not to whine. all i could think was holy shit i’m going. i’m peeing. i’m finally peeing. went for a solid minute and had to stay and catch my breath. eventually went back to my shift like nothing had happened 🫣

omfg anon you’re right this is crazy hot. ticks almost all my boxes!!

glad you made it, even if just barely ;p i’m sure it felt soooo good to go

and omg am i finally getting omo story anons?! keep them cominggggg!!!!

[cinnaomorashi]

work desperation <33

got off work earlier and i HAD to run and tell u guys what happened today >///< 

i work at an ice cream place and my position switches day to day, so today i happened to be working front- taking orders, handing them out, and making sure the lobby was clean.

i had 2 celcius to make sure i had energy for the day, and about an hour into my shift, i already finished one. i honestly expected the shift to be a relaxed one, but it was honestly one of the busiest days out of my month of working there. ^^;;

multiple groups of customers walked in and ordered, keeping me stuck at the register and talking. to keep my voice from cracking, i sipped between dr pepper and water.

throughout the next hour, pressure right above my bladder increased intensely. during that time, i couldn't find a moment to sneak off to the restroom- not until *all* of the customers ordered.

and once i finally cleared the line, my urge was overwhelming. i had both hands on the counter, bottom half trembling and aching with urgency. my face felt flustered and i could feel tears pricking my eyes. i had orders to pass out, but i had so many i was sure that i'd leak while handing them out.

thankfully, my manager (we'll call him K) happened to walk by, not looking extremely busy. i awkwardly stepped up to him, trying to hide the desperation on my face.

"hey, K, c-can you cover me? i really *really* gotta pee a-and there was so many people..." i basically pleaded, resisting the urge to obviously squirm in the lobby.

"yeah, I got you!" He replied confidently, giving me a reassuring smile.

i didn't wait to hear anything else. i rushed off to the women's, single stalled toilet and hurried inside. i fumbled with my belt and bit down on my lip, practically ripping my jeans off. i squatted over the toilet and released, panting as piss splashed into the bowl.

relief washed over me immediately after the stream dribbled, the heavy weight on my body gradually lifted. i hit my vape to savor the satisfaction before i cleaned myself up and whatnot.

i returned back to the lobby with K smiling as soon as he noticed me. he handed a customer their receipt before turning to me.

"feel better?" he asked playfully.

i laughed, nodding my head. "*so* much better!"

i returned to work, continuing to take orders, package doordashes, and handing everything out. the establishment was *so* busy, i was constantly on the move, hardly having time to take a breath.

another full rush came in about another hour later- this time with my coworker helping me (let's call him D). D helped me pass out orders and take them whenever i had my hands full. honestly, if it wasn't for him, i would've had an anxiety attack ^^;;

the two of us were taking orders when my bladder suddenly contracted, sending a dire chill down my spine. i glanced up, noticing the line was at the doors of the place and realizing i couldn't even think about a restroom break until the line was finished.

so i pushed through, body trembling and shifting from foot to foot. as i made the customer's orders, my voice kept wavering and cracking, making me more and more embarrassed. at some point, i was only filling in orders with one hand, while the other stayed glued to my jeans. i stubly held my thigh to physically keep from holding myself 

once the rush was finished, i turned away from the customers, taking slow and heavy deep breaths to keep myself from panicking. i had to piss *so* fucking bad by this point and i was worried about leaking, as it would obviously show on my jeans.

once i regained enough composure to speak, i weakly looked over at D. 

"i-i feel like im gonna piss myself- can y-you cover me please?" i muttered weakly, my voice shaky as i began to squirm in place. 

"oh.. uh- yeah!" he gave me a thumbs up.

"fuck, thank you!" 

i hurried off to the women's restroom again, avoiding eye contact with the customers in the lobby since i *knew* i looked desperate >< i pushed on the door with a little bit more force than i meant to when i was met with resistance and a loud *thud*.

my heart sank immediately, my entire face burning hot. someone was already inside and it was so busy, i couldn't afford to wait around for them to leave. 

utterly defeated, i stiffly walked to the back, where D was helping me with doordash orders. by this point, i couldn't speak, not properly anyways. my body ached and pulsated, begging to let go. i tugged on the end of my work shirt and bit down on my lip. tears grew at the corners of my eyes. 

all i could think about was how terribly i had to piss, and how i was so unlucky to have someone inside when i needed it most. i squirmed, fidgeted, and shivered in place.

"are you missing anything from this order?" he asked, looking down at the receipt before looking up at me. as we made eye contact, his face shifted in concern. "you good?" 

"...s-someone's in there," i hardly managed, the tears threatening to spill at any moment, just like my bladder. i could barely focus on anything more than the overwhelming aching below. 

"here- let me take care of this and you run to the restroom," he proposed helpfully.

i almost retorted, extremely worried about the person still being in there and my anxiety growing worse, but it wouldn't hurt to try. 

"o-okay-" i dashed off to the restroom, tears now hanging onto my lashes, a couple dripping down my face. i gently and shakily tried the door handle, which gave way easily. 

i hurried inside, hands shooting between my thighs just as the door closed. i panted and whimpered softly, mind and body swayed by the overstimulating pressure. i pressed against myself to keep my body from being tempted to leak when a hot warmth bloomed into my panties. 

i gasped hoarsely, fighting back tears and my full bladder. my ears started ringing as my heart pounded heavily. was i gonna actually have an accident at work? during one of my busiest shifts ever? 

tears began to skate down my hot cheeks, sniffling and trembling. i was right in front of the toilet! i just needed to undo my belt, button, and zipper, which felt impossible. 

with one shaky hand, i fumbled with my jeans once more, successfully pulling them down before my body involuntarily began to let go. urine dribbled down my thigh as most of it poured into the toilet, splashing loudly. 

i gasped and moaned in relief even before i completely finished. i leaned against the wall for support, as my head was dizzy and my body was so achy. once i was done, i inspected the damage, which was mostly contained on my panties, my thighs, and a damp patch on my jeans. 

despite the dampness, i was so grateful that i was even able to make it. i once again cleaned myself up and left the restroom, feeling so much lighter and less anxious than before. 

the next time i reunited with D, i passed him an appreciative glance. 

"thank you so much, you're a lifesaver," i told him.

"oh, thanks!" he gave me a smile before he went off to take the trash out. i went back to the counter to finish up any front duties.

i didn't have any other memorable omo-esque moments for the rest of the night, which i was extremely thankful for since the night was *so damn busy!!!* 

if it wasn't for my coworkers, i *know* i would've had an accident. it's always hot to think back and remember, but having an emergency in public is very anxiety inducing for me, so i do my best to avoid them! >///<

anyways, if i have any other moments like this, i'll totally let u guys know!! i hope it was worth the read 🫶🏽

[muzzledpuddles]

Did an impromptu hold with my wife tonight.

It started on the way to work. She told me to start drinking one of my water bottles, telling me how long to drink, making me count out the seconds in my head and smirking to herself when I did.

Once we clocked in, she could see me the entire time we were working, so she casually reminded me throughout the shift to drink, sometimes in front of coworkers who didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss. They didn’t see the look in her eyes, or the look in mine.

I finished my entire water bottle within the first 2 hours of work, then drank my energy drink and cracked open the second bottle before I started to feel it.

She didn’t let me go to the break room, not even when my leg started bouncing and I started squirming in my seat. She got up and told me she was going to go pee a couple of times, so I got to sit there in my seat knowing she was getting relief while I wasn’t allowed any.

At around 5:30am, about 6 and a half hours into our 8 hour shift, I looked at her with my best puppy eyes and she just said “no” with a devious little smile, and then let me know that I wouldn’t be allowed to release until after we got home from work and I washed the dishes that were in the sink. I knew we wouldn’t be home until almost 8am, and it made me squirm openly in my seat.

She went to take a half hour break and a new patient came in. The patient’s clothes were soaking wet (for reasons I won’t divulge but it was just water) and I helped them get changed into dry scrubs and bag up their dripping clothes. Their clothes were so wet that I actually had to change their bedding just from them sitting on the bed before changing.

The patient asked me to go get them water three times before the shift ended, and my wife just watched, amused, while I ran to go get it each time. I had to watch and listen to the ice and water pour out of the dispenser and each time I stood to go get more water, I could feel my bladder twinge.

Finally, the shift ended. We sat in the break room for 15 minutes before we could officially clock out, and I heard my coworkers flushing the toilets a couple of times. I just sat at the table with my white knuckles on my knees under the table and small talked.

When we finally left, I got into the passenger seat and buckled my seatbelt. My wife started the car and lightly told me that she needed to stop at the grocery store for the ingredients for dinner. She turned on the Bluetooth and started playing the sound of a rushing forest river over the speakers, idly commenting how peaceful and relaxing it sounded and how it just made her want to relax allll of her muscles. She reached over at a stop sign and pressed her hand harshly into my bladder, massaging and cooing at me when I whimpered and my leg started bouncing.

At the grocery store, she took her sweet time browsing, stopping to look at the bouquets by the door, looking at the labels on the boxes of lasagna noodles, sloooowly inspecting the bell peppers and yellow onions. She stopped by the bakery and considered options for breakfast muffins for a couple of minutes before she asked me what I thought with a sly glance at my tense, bouncing legs. I told her she could choose. I just wanted to get out of there.

Finally, we got through the checkout line and into the car. She pulled my seatbelt tighter and asked me if everything was okay? That I looked like something was wrong. I told her I was fine. She hummed and turned the volume up, once again playing the sound of a rushing forest river.

The 15 minute car ride home from the store was agonizing. My foot tapped nonstop, my knees pressing together, whimpering under my breath whenever she reached over to press down on my bladder again. She mentioned stopping at a gas station to put air in her tires, but decided against it, saying she was tired. I breathed a sigh of relief.

2 minutes from home, she suddenly turned into the drive thru at our local dunks and ordered us both large strawberry dragonfruit green tea refreshers. She handed mine to me and told me to drink.

She took the bumpiest back road route home and teased me out loud about the bumps.

I carried in the groceries. She watched me put away every item, then told me to take our dog out. She stood on the back porch while I danced from foot to foot waiting for our dog to finish his business. It wasn’t missed on me that he got to go potty before I did. We got back inside and I fed the dog. As I got started on the dreaded dishes, my wife stretched and yawned and said she had to pee. She went in the bathroom right next to the kitchen and left the door slightly open so I could hear everything. She took her time, and then came up behind me afterwards and squeezed me from behind, her hands coming down right over my bladder and kneading mercilessly. I groaned and crossed my legs, and continued scrubbing the coffee mug I’d been washing, the running water testing my self control every time I rinsed a clean dish.

The sink was finally empty when my wife handed me a cutting board and had me start chopping the bell peppers and onion for the lasagna. She sat at the table and watched me squirm while I prepped our dinner, eating her muffin with a smug look on her face. Eventually she walked out of the room.

I got everything prepped and started the crock pot. Now it was about 9:30- almost 11 hours since I started drinking my first water bottle. I trailed over to our bedroom and asked if I could please go pee now?

She pondered it, then walked out into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of raspberry ginger ale, about 3/4ths empty and told me that I should finish it. Not wanting to press my luck, I did. Every gulp felt like a marathon, and she stood inches from my face watching me force it down with my head tilted back. She rubbed my bladder and pressed on it again. By now, I was positively dancing in place, barely holding it together.

Finally, the last drop was gone from the bottle and she smiled at me and told me to throw it away. I did, and she told me that I did well, I was good, and I was finally allowed to go pee.

The relief was so overwhelming I almost cried.

It was unbearably hot. I can’t imagine what diabolical things she could plan to do to me with time to actually plan a hold in advance.

[muzzledpuddles]

I woke up 20 minutes ago feeling full with my bladder aching…the water, large green tea refresher and the remaining ginger ale from this morning are sitting inside me like an overfilled balloon.

I have that bloated, not quite desperate yet but definitely need to let go soon feeling.

My wife kissed me goodbye, she’s going out to visit with family this afternoon. She told me I have to hold, and to text her in an hour and a half…she said she might let me use the toilet then, or she might change her mind.

I don’t know when she’ll be home. Maybe if I lay here really still it won’t ache so badly.

Is this why she bought puppy pads? 🫣

[rosesinlace]

i’m really just hooked on the idea of being exposed while leaking today bc imagine a pretty girl in a dress - not super short, but it’s short enough that when she sits, if she isn’t careful there is nothing between her panties and the chair.

and nobody knows it but she’s been out and about for hours and hasn’t had the chance to pee for a while. she’s bursting. but she’s bladder shy, and she’s having fun with her friends, and doesn’t want to take time away to try to pee, just to not be able to go anyway because it’s not a bathroom she’s comfortable with.

and she’s used to this, really. being bladder shy has given her quite the control. she isn’t concerned, really. so she’s just. unbelievably full and having a normal conversation with her friends, sitting on a plastic chair in the back yard at some friend’s party.

you’re not in the conversation, but nearby. you notice her. you can tell she’s a bit awkward in her movements. notice her hand rubbing slowly up and down her thigh. how she doesn’t seem able to sit still, and her thighs are pressed together in a less than normal way.

there are some points of the conversation where she goes a bit quiet, but you can’t hear the conversation enough to know if it’s about that or maybe about what you’re starting to suspect is a full bladder.

her friends move eventually, going to go talk to someone else in the yard. she slowly gets up to go with them, very careful in her movements. but she seems fine once standing. there’s nothing on her dress. she’s not crossing her legs. maybe you were wrong.

as she walks away you notice the chair she was in has… moisture on it? not a puddle, but definitely like something wet had been there. a few moments later she returns, and… wipes the seat with a napkin. she looks around shyly and notices you watching. she blushes but shrugs. “spilled something,” she says, “didn’t want anyone to sit in it.”

you nod and smile, but you know better. you know exactly what she spilled.

she goes to stand with her friends across the yard, and you keep watching her. of course you do. you couldn’t take your eyes off of her if you tried. and she still looks normal, but she’s still constantly moving, swaying in a way that subtly shifts her weight from foot to foot. tapping her foot occasionally. you notice her hand move to her lower stomach a few times, touching gently before moving it away. it seems like a nervous habit. a friend holds out a drink to her. she takes it, and takes a sip, but no more. maybe she’s too polite to say no?

eventually she stills, and you watch carefully to see what is happening. her posture is stiff. in the fun party lighting of the yard you notice it- a drop of liquid dripping down the back of her thigh. just one drop, sliding down, down, down leaving a wet trail behind as it goes. two more follow in quick succession, and you wonder if she’s breaking. if she’ll wet herself right there in the middle of the party. you spare a glance to her face and see that somehow, even as she leaks, she’s still talking; fully involved in the conversation. she must have so much practice with this.

your eyes trail back to her legs and you watch as the other two wet tracks make their way down her leg. you’re not at the right angle to see if there are any more leaks than that, but you can’t risk getting closer. it’s a good thing you’re known for not liking parties. you just go because your friend insists. you’ll have to thank them for that later.

a few minutes later, your eyes catch as a stream of clear liquid drips down her leg - it definitely can’t be called a drop anymore. there’s too much. how are her friends not noticing this?

she’s at her limit, it seems. she excuses herself from her friends and… goes over to the edge of the yard. you know there’s a bike path behind the house, and it turns into forest. none of her friends are going with her, and it’s getting dark. she really shouldn’t go out there alone.

you head over, too. just to make sure she’s safe. but casually, of course. you don’t want to be creepy or make her uncomfortable. as you get closer, though, she hears your footsteps and turns around. her hand flies away from her crotch as she does- seems she was finally holding herself since she’d thought she was out of eyes view. she’s blushing with exertion, but she smiles at you again. “sorry,” she says, waving her hands a bit. she’s shifting from foot to foot. “did you need something? i just had to-“ and she gestures vaguely to the small gate that leads to the woods behind the property. she’s bouncing, a hand on her thigh in a way that tells you it would be jammed against her crotch if she weren’t talking to you.

“s’fine. just wanted to tell you not to go too far into the woods. it can be dangerous.”

she nods, and her smile looks less forced, more genuine. “thanks. i’ll be careful.”

she turns around again and as she opens the gate and goes through it you can see that she’s leaking more now, several more thin streams cascading down the backs of her legs. her flip flops are wet.

you figure you’ll wait nearby the gate until she gets back, just to make sure she’s fine. you’d gotten lost in those woods before, you know they can be tricky.

what you didnt think was that she wouldn’t go far at all. you can hear through the fence a loud, splashing torrent of liquid against dirt and a relieved sigh. it sounds like she’s right there on the path, like she didn’t even make it into the woods. maybe she hadn’t intended to. she pees for a long time. you wish you were wearing a watch so you could know just how long. she must have been holding for hours.

you try not to listen. really you do. you don’t want to be creepy. but it’s so loud, and then less loud, and then a trickle, and the nothing. you’re almost relieved when it’s over, because you’re so turned on and don’t know how much more of that you could take

and then the back gate is opening again and she turns to see you, smiling. her face is still pink, but yours is now, too. she looks far more relaxed. “see, i didn’t get lost or eaten”

you laugh. you didn’t expect her to want to talk to you after that interaction you’d had. you’d figured she would be embarrassed since it was clear you’d caught onto her predicament. “i’m glad.”

she looks you over, then holds up the cup that’s still in her hand. you notice now it’s empty. “want to come with me to get a refill?” she asks, surprising you. “you know, since i spilled mine before,” her smile is telling. she hadn’t seemed like it, but she knew you were watching. maybe that whole time she had known. and now she was smirking, teasing - but it’s not mean, it’s playful. intrigued.

you smile, and take her cup. “we’ll get you some napkins, too. just in case.”

[meat-toy-deactivated20260327]

it has a 1L bottle of water it’s required to finish before it’s even allowed to think about asking for permission to empty its bladder. and it already has to pee SO BAD!! …with at least 45 minutes of driving before it’s even home.

good toys don’t piss themselves in the car.

[urrrrrrrmommmmmm2839984-deactiv]

cw piss kink

pavloving them into having a piss kink🤭 always giving them water to drink — filling up their water bottle, handing them glasses, etc. and when they need to go to the toilet? “oh, baby, can you just help me with this real quick?” giving them quick tasks to do before sending them off with a kiss 🙂‍↕️ each time the task gets longer n longer, and i watch as they dance on their feet. making sure to give them lots of positive reinforcement to make them feel good when they hold 😌 then i’ll turn the sweet kisses into longer, needier ones. grinding on them as they whine about needing to pee — “shh, i know. just hold it a bit longer for me”

now i’ll just have to decide if i want to watch them rush to the toilet (but be too late to make it), or if i keep them right where we are… 💋

[knoxthejackalope-deactivated202]

Hey if you see this post, I've got a holding game for you.

So first spin this wheel to see how much you have to drink.

Then spin this wheel to see how long you have to hold and set a timer for however long you got.

Then once that timer goes off, you're going to spin this wheel. If it lands on yellow, then you can go use the bathroom. But if it lands on red, then you have to spin the first two wheels again

You can also decide not to go to the bathroom if you land on yellow if you want to, but watch out~

Feel free to reblog or send asks with how your hold went :3

[aint-shitt]

this is a real omorashi story (18+ only!)

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

he grinned.

[how-did-i-get-here44]

This has been my fave for a long time

[cynthia0mo]

imagine a reality where peeing isn't a multiple times daily endeavour, more like a once a week occurrence. people's bladder capacity increase massively, meaning that holds last more than just a few hours... more like a few weeks.

now imagine someone who has been holding for a month or so now, they've lost count of the days by now. they've either been forced by a lover who just wants to see their vulnerability in its rawest form, or maybe a little twisted wire in their brain makes the feeling of an overly full bladder pleasurable for themselves.

each day is almost torturous for them. they've always been known to have a huge bladder capacity — peeing is a very rare occurance for them — however, this is a whole new story. their bladder bulges out, almost like a shelf, making them look pregnant. because of this, they have to wear dresses/trousers with loose waistbands, fearing that even the slightest bit of pressure around their full abdomen will cause the ocean of pee to hiss out of them.

their peehole aches needily, fluttering each time they sit and push on their bladder accidentally. daily tasks like showering, cleaning, exercising have become agonising, even leaving tiny (and unrelieving) wet spots on their clothing closer to the end of the month.

with the scenario of a lover forcing them to do this... they press on their bladder "accidentally", poking and prodding the dense and tough ball of hot liquid in their lower abdomen. towards the inevitable end of the hold, each poke causes a leak to gush into their clothes, but no matter what pained noise leaves their lips, their lover denies them relief.

now imagine the end of the hold. maybe the person's out somewhere: shopping, university, a friend's house, public transport. they can tell that they're nearing the end of their hold. although the pride they feel when their bladder bulge is praised/compared to a pregnancy bump, they know that their body will give out at any point. the worst thing is... due to the low frequency that people use the bathroom in this reality, they're not readily available anywhere. and they can tell that they're going to lose it any second.

peehole fluttering, leaks gushing out into their clothes every few seconds, the person's reduced to a shaking, blushing mess, knees buckling with the weight of their overfilled bladder. they either miraculously find a quiet corner where they can peacefully let out a whole month's worth of urine (and are soon found by onlookers of the huge puddle of pee that's slowly making its way into the public, revealing the person's sick interests).

...or, their bladder's had enough. pain shoots up through them with every attempt of a step forward towards a quiet corner... it's useless. the month's worth of urine is coming out now, no matter if they try to stop it or not. they crouch down, gallons and gallons of hot piss hissing out onto the linoleum floors of a mall/university classroom, or they put their head into their hands as they gush helplessly into the plush seating of a friends' bed/couch or a seat on public transport.

they are soaked, bladder aching once they're finally empty for the first time that month. it took damn near 10 minutes of gushing wherever they may be to void their bladder, and, although they're a blushy, embarrassed mess, they can't deny the feeling of satisfaction and desire they feel once they see their mess, no matter how many onlookers were there to see their moment of weakness.

[press-and-hold]

You want to do a hold today? Okay baby, we can do that. You just have to follow one simple rule: every time you tell me you have to pee, you have to drink more, as much as I tell you to. Doesn't that sound fun?

Oh, you think you can handle it? We'll see about that. Drink up buttercup, you have a long day ahead of you. I wouldn't want you getting dehydrated now.

Boy, is it hot out today. Look at you, you're sweating already. You should take a few sips of water. It's a good thing I brought our biggest water bottle with me.

Hmm, you seem a little fidgety. Is everything alright? Well then, let's head over to our favourite place to eat, I'm starving. I ordered you an extra large smoothie, I hope you like it!

What's that? I couldn't hear you, speak up. What's gotten you so tongue-twisted? You're so flushed and squirmy, how adorable. Do you maybe have to pee? No? Are you sure about that? What if I press you right here? My, you're so full. You do have to pee a little? If it's just a little I'm sure you can handle it...

Oh, you really have to pee? You know the rule baby, drink up the rest of my drink. You need the bathroom? Really really badly? Nonsense. I thought I trained you better than to whine like that. For that I'm going to get you a tall, full glass, and you're finishing it all before we leave. You better not spill a drop, wouldn't want to be wasteful now.

You can't stand up straight? Huh, I wonder why. Come along babe. You've been so quiet all the way home, are you too afraid of letting something slip? Then I'd just feed you more and more liquids until it all slips right out of you...mm. You must be bursting, I can feel it under my fingertips. Why don't I massage that round, firm swell under your tummy? I'm sure it'll make you feel much better...

Well? Won't you say something?

[fizzywhizz]

every time a character goes “i can’t hold it” for any reason whatsoever a vine boom sound goes off in my head

[omomancer]

man i wish i had an irl/in person dom just to like. push me a little bit to do the things im too nervous to do on my own or just unable to do on my own bc im not in a position to do so

wish i had someone to feed me drink after drink full of diuretics before bed, make sure im nice and sleepy and comfy so ill sleep deep and well, and then refuse to let me out of bed until i have an accident. do it over and over multiple nights until im wetting the bed in my sleep or waking up as i wet myself.

wish i had someone who would take me out on a late night date, somewhere outside so theres no risk of leaving a mess for someone else. make sure im already a little squirmy before we leave the house, and then refuse to let us go home until ive soaked my pants in public atleast twice.

wish i had someone to physically block the bathroom when i run to it desperate after getting hyperfocused on something too long. hold me back until im crying and begging and having an accident all over the floor, mere feet from the toilet

idk i just wish i had someone irl to push me !!!!

[omorashisuggestion]

I’m not stopping this car til we get there. Use the empty cup, or tough it out.

[pr3ttypunisher]

i want to touch you while you have a full bladder.

there’s something so fucking hot about the urgency of you needing to go but needing my touch just as much.

you can’t even remember how long you’ve been holding it because i’ve been touching you, distracting you, getting you so worked up that the desperation just kept building without you noticing. and now you’re here.. spread out beneath me, my fingers inside you, and suddenly you realize how badly you need to go.

watching you try to pull away, try to tell me you need to stop. but my fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot, making you forget what you were about to say.

you whimpering, caught between two desperate needs. your body not knowing which sensation to prioritize. the fullness of your bladder making everything more intense. every curl of my fingers putting pressure where you’re already so full.

you squirming beneath me, thighs trying to close. but i keep them open, keep fucking you with my fingers, rubbing your clit with my thumb. watching your face struggle between pleasure and desperation.

the way your body tenses, trying to control both sensations at once. trying to hold your bladder while grinding against my hand. the desperation in your eyes, the flush spreading across your face and chest.

getting you closer and closer to orgasm while you desperately try to maintain control. watching you realize you can’t hold both. can’t cum without losing control of your bladder. the panic mixed with pleasure on your face.

feeling you start to leak on my fingers. just a little at first. you tensing even more, trying to stop it, but my fingers keep moving, keep curling, keep pushing against that full bladder.

and right when you’re on the edge, right when you’re about to cum, leaning down and biting your inner thigh. hard enough to make you gasp. watching that be the final thing that breaks you.

you orgasming hard, back arching, while simultaneously losing all control. feeling the warmth against my hand, the way you can’t stop it anymore. seeing the relief and pleasure and embarrassment wash over your face all at once. the way your whole body shakes from the intensity of letting go of everything.

the way you look at me after. flushed, breathless, shy and satisfied all at once.

knowing i made you lose control in every possible way.

loving every second of watching you fall apart.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Partial wetting scenarios

Where they made it to the toilet seconds too late and even though they made it, now they have a giant wet spot on the front of their pants that they can't hide.

Asking to tie someone's jacket/shirt around their waist so no one else sees it.

BIG WET SPOTS. When they held it so long they already soaked their pants down to their knees despite making it to a toilet.

Making it to a bathroom while they're already peeing their pants so they just sit down on the toilet with their pants still on and just continue peeing instead of trying to fight with their wet clothes.

Refusing to come out of the bathroom because they don't want anyone to know they had a tiny accident.

Crying in shame as soon as they realize their pants are noticably wet.

Wearing light colored pants that highlight their accident to everyone around them.

Realizing they're going to wet themselves anyway so they try to minimize the damage by spreading their legs or putting something between them.

Asking the person waiting for them outside if they could bring them a change of clothes.

Someone pointing it out by asking them what they spilled on their crotch. (Bonus if they jokingly ask if they pissed themselves)

Huge wet spots.

Starting to pee while waiting in line for the bathroom. (Bonus if someone in front of them lets them cut in line)

Someone reassuring them that it's okay and it's not that visible while walking in front of them.

Partially wetting the bed in their sleep only to wake up and try their best to make it to the toilet.

Someone scaring them as a joke and it causes them to pee a little in response.

I love traditional wetting fanfiction but I'm also a sucker for partial wetting too. Especially if it's in regards to someone who wouldn't likely ever have an accident.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Thinking about musician characters who are desperate while they're practicing. Maybe they're getting ready for a show or they're just really frustrated because they can't get the part they're working on down. They're squirming and fidgeting and they know they should get up soon to go to the bathroom but they're too stubborn.

When they finally get the part down and can take a break, they stand up slowly only to instantly double over because they let their desperation get too bad. They quickly reach down to grab themselves while trying to make it to the bathroom but all they do is leave a trail of urine behind them. By the time they actually make it to the toilet, they're completely soaked and their bladder is either entirely empty or mostly empty at that point.

Even better if they're not at their own house practicing. Now they have to worry about someone seeing them with wet pants after following the trail of pee that they left behind.

[burstingsblog]

Picturing a music major in college doing this in the music building, in an upstairs moderately soundproofed practice room. Except this time, the musician does realize it's time to go just a little bit before it's too late, EXCEPT they didn't realize there was an event going on in the concert hall, and it ended right when they decided to go pee. So when they decide run to the bathroom, practically holding themselves in desperation, they get to the lobby and find it full of people milling about and chatting, and there's even a line forming at the bathroom!