i had to go so bad i barely made it out of my pants and into a diaper u_u buttt i did just in time! spare a few leaks before i could get it strapped
i’m on meds for ADHD and i get so focused at work that i forget to pee.. & that includes when i work 10 hours straight. so when i get home and sit down hoooooo boy it HITS 😭 it felt sooo good to let this out
(shouting over the loud music to the guy next to me at a crowded bar) no no listen. there's two types of piss kink, okay? there's the wetting kind and the golden showers kind. the wetting kind is all about loss of control. desperation. it's about surrendering yourself to your irresistible physical urges. it makes pissing a submissive act. sit back down i'm not finished. the golden showers kind is about pissing as a dominant act. it's about degradation. objectification. turning a person with agency into something dirty to be used for relief. there's overlap between the two but both can be used to reinforce different power dynamics in bdsm contexts. where are you going
okay I know this is not what anyone wants to see while they’re on their horny account but we seriously need to have a conversation about how to recognize underage blogs because I’m getting real concerned about the number of people I’ve been seeing the past couple days seemingly unknowingly interacting with blogs that are full of coded messages about how the user running them is a minor advertising CSAM
if they have “18” in quotation marks, they’re a minor. If they talk about a favorite number, a 2-digit number that ends in 1 with a 🔁 emoji (like 61🔁 meaning 16), or a number of plushies they have on their bed, they’re a minor and that number is their real age. If they’re posting in tags with censored versions of “map”, “pred”, “underage”, “jailbait”, etc., they’re a minor. please be careful about who you’re interacting with.
Hey piss kink blogs. I've seen some users recently with pinned posts/bios that say something along the lines of "im 18 but have 14 plushies". This is not an 18 year old, this is a 14 year old pretending to be 18. DO NOT ENGAGE!! Report and block these people's posts and blogs!!
i NEED to be in a car with someone who's into omo i mean who else is gonna rapid desp me before a 4 hour road trip insisting i "should empty out from now in case we don't have many places to stop" only to load me up on drinks and skip the bathroom on every rest stop
"What, me? No I'm- I'm fine! No I went before we left so of course I don't need to pee. Just- jeans are a little tight is all, haha.
…How long is this again? Another hour? …Okay."
college student taking an online exam with a lockdown browser so they can’t get up or move or anything but they’re oh so so desperate to pee and they can’t squirm so they just keep leaking into their underwear and they start to cry and they’re so pathetic and whimpery 🤤
Last time I visited my gf I "charged" her ten kisses for something, and she straddled me, pulled me in and started making out with me for like 15 seconds before pulling back and saying "one" and I didnt even have time to fully process the implications before she was back in for the second kiss and uh... well I dont remember much of the next 10 minutes other than an overwhelming sense of happiness and my face burning red >/////<
A fictional story of a messing accident in first person.
CW: desperation, loss of control, public embarrassment, messing, scat, bodily functions
I was leaning against Linnéa's car. It had broken down, and we were waiting for her cousin to come pick us up.
The view of the farmlands around us would have been pretty great if I was able to pay attention. I really wasn't.
My gut was screaming at me. I needed to shit so damn badly. I was genuinely considering just stepping out to the side of the road, pulling down my pants and squatting there... But no. Cars were passing all the time, and I still hoped we could get home in time. It would be less than a 10-minute drive from where we were until I was home. As soon as the cousin could get here.
I was leaning against her car. The way I stood wasn't cool, suave, or relaxed. I was squirming, standing there with my head buried in my arms, facing the side of the car slightly hunched over. Standing up straight was out of the question. My legs were pressed tightly enough together that I thought I would grind through the fabric, or set it on fire or something. My feet refused to stay still, but at the same time walking felt impossible too.
Most of the time in the car it had been okay. I mean, I still needed to poop badly, but most of the time it was just a distraction. But in the half hour since the car stopped the cramps had come. They were a different matter. Every now and then, every minute maybe—or perhaps every ten seconds, I was too desperate to really keep track of time at this point—a new cramp would twist my stomach, and the pressure against the inside of my asshole would magnify. And when the cramps came, I had to fight hard not to squat down. I had made that mistake early on, and was now fighting to keep standing.
In between cramps, I almost felt like I could relax, let my tired muscles rest, but I found that even a moment without clenched muscles meant a new cramp started. I had been lured into that twice already. All I could do during the cramps was to try to resist squatting, press my ass cheeks together and pray that I was strong enough. I had been so far.
Linnéa could tell how desperate I was, and I think it made her uncomfortable. She hadn't said anything about it and she pretended not to see me. She said something about how her cousin would be here soon. I wasn't really listening.
A new cramp had struck, and to my horror, I felt my asshole begin to give way. I felt the shit forcing its way out. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening! I squeezed for all I was worth, focused all I had on it. The seductive urge to let go was almost overwhelming, but I couldn't do that! So clenching my butt cheeks, one hand pressed against my rear, I tried my absolute hardest to hold it.
And... I did.
I managed to force the turtlehead back in, and I held on for the rest of the cramp. I stood there, panting, my legs quivering, the relief of having made it through that cramp fading as the realization hit that my sphincter was exhausted. I was exhausted. I didn't think I would be able to handle the—
Oh god, the next cramp was coming already. I felt the pressure build against my asshole again, and just like a few moments ago, I felt the hole begin to dilate. The reflex was simply too strong; despite what I wanted, my legs bent and spread as I half-squatted where I stood, and against my will, my body pushed. I whimpered—whined really—as I felt the log force its way past my pressed-together butt cheeks. Sticky and... so warm. Way warmer than I had expected. It just felt wrong.
I can't believe that even at that point, I was deluding myself that I wasn't shitting my pants, but when I felt the strange sensations of my panties tugging at me, as they were being stretched out from within, then I knew, then I had to admit to myself; I was pooping my pants in front of my best friend. Just as I had thought this, the log cut off with an ugly sound, and smushed itself into my panties as it settled just under my ass, but my body wasn't done.
A second push followed immediately on the first, going smoother now that the first one had cleared the way. It strained against the tight cloth and began to spread. I just gave up at that point and... just let it happen. The relief from that was a horrible feeling. But it was relief. The shit filled the seat of my pants with a horrible sticky sound, but by now I was just too worn out to care; all that filled my head now was the knowledge that I no longer needed to hold it.
Eventually, probably just a couple of minutes later, but I honestly couldn't tell, it stopped, but it felt almost as if it wasn't because I was done pooping, but instead because my pants were just so full that there was no more space for waste in them. Oh god, even a small movement caused the whole mass to shift. How could it feel so heavy?
My mind just felt empty. I had just... done that. In my pants. I almost didn't believe it. But I had, hadn't I? Ugh... it was already cooling. That was even worse than the warmth.
I heard Linnéa coming a little closer—she must've stepped back when I was... busy. I hadn't noticed—before she stammered out, with a hesitant voice, that the car was almost here. And then she asked it;
"Are you alright?"
And I just broke down sobbing.
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