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[sadclownsupportgroup]

if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules

[iszyjfry]

Love having consent to send mutuals nsfw content. Reblog if your mutuals have consent to send you nsfw content.

[aero-in-hell]

imagine if someone made a fleshlight that, whenever it got fucked, you got fucked too-

like, anywhere anytime if that fleshlight was being used, so were you. you'd have to learn very quickly how to go about your day while also being pounded into like a toy

and afterwards, maybe they use it to cockwarm themselves for god knows how long, only to pull out so you can feel their cum sliding down your legs

you would feel so used- you really would be treated like a toy by a stranger, or maybe more than one if your lucky

[jadepalmaftermidnight]

Oh wow. Like a whole new level of a remote vibrator.

Imagine trying to concentrate on a work meeting as a cock fucks you hard and quick, just needing to crank one out to help someone get to sleep.

Or you’re out at drinks with the girls, and a cock slides into you for a gentle, tired fuck, and you’re trying to keep up with the goss while you’re slowly fucked most of the way to orgasm.

Maybe a fun one, where you’re at the exciting part of a sporting match, and a cock slips in for a quick fuck. No one notices or minds that you come loudly and proudly, your cries lost in the crowd.

Or worse, settling into your seat at the ballet, or opera, or to watch a serious movie, and a demanding cock shoves in for a serious, prolonged, balls-deep fucking.You struggle to keep quiet and still as you’re fucked. 

[squirmymochi]

doctor’s orders

Commission for a wonderful and sweet tumblr user who asked for a desperate doctor being teased by his patient/lover during a routine check-up! Thank you so much for working with and being patient with me, I really hope you like it!

My commission info!

Read it on Ao3!

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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”

Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”

“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.

He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.

It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.

With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.

Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet–sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour.  With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.

Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it–she just has that kind of effect on him.

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[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.

[thysannia]

omorashi theist: i should piss myself because i will feel good and that's all that matters

omorashi atheist: if i piss myself i will have to wash all my clothes and my bedsheets

omorashi agnostic: no one knows what will happen if i piss myself...

[justsurrender]

Traffic was backed up. A car accident up ahead. And I was close to having an accident of my own. Me and my friend, Danny, had just left the concert venue. We were both sure we could hold it. He seemed sure of himself when he saw how long the lines were and how chaotic it was. As much as I didn’t like the idea of waiting in the line, I wasn’t sure I could make it.

I was too lost in the music, having far too many waters, sodas and even an iced tea thrown in.

My bladder, even sitting down, not moving much, sent out signals and urgency. It’s never felt so full and aching. And I couldn’t even close my legs or hold my cock. I squirmed slightly as traffic moved as slow as a snail. The pressure intense and huge. It felt like a burning rock was settled in my stomach, trying to escape out my dick.

My body trembled with the effort of holding myself together.

“How much longer you think?” Danny asked, squirming in his seat.

I looked at the GPS. “It says likely, about forty five minutes.”

“Is there any like, gas station or rest stop near by?” He said, gripping the door tightly.

I looked on the map, fighting my own body. Now if I lose control, he will too. “Yeah, next exit. A ten minute trip, if we can manage to get past the traffic.”

Danny swallowed, his fear visible on his face. “I gotta be honest, I’m not sure I can make it.”

I met his eyes. “Same. I’m not sure I can make it either.”

Danny cursed, looking around. “Is there any bottles back here?”

I shook my head, my bladder lurching painfully in desperation as I inhaled sharply. “No. I cleaned it out before we left.”

Danny breathed evenly, as if he were a woman in labor. “I can do this.”

I looked back to the road, doing my best to not pay attention to my friend who had the freedom to squirm, put his thighs together or hold himself.

I was stuck. With my legs apart, gripping the steering wheel and praying to any god that I don’t wet myself.

It took ten minutes to finally get moving past the traffic. My friend resorting to holding his dick so tightly, like a child. He whined in the passenger seat. It made a sympathetic wave of desperation go through me, causing me to leak right as I had to really press on the gas pedal. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

Danny looked over, nearly panting with effort. “Sorry. I…Im just close to losing it. I started leaking. I barely got it to stop.” He trembled holding himself, legs brought tightly together.

I breathed through my own urgency. “Just five more minutes.” I put the flashers on, choosing speed over safety. “Hold on.”

Danny groaned as the new speed put more pressure on him. With one hand on his dick, his leg brought over to close it in, his other hand gripping the steering wheel, I knew he wasn’t making it two steps out of the car.

I wasn’t gonna nake it two steps out of the car. My entire body trembled and vibrated with the effort to hold while also fucking driving. I whined as I saw the exit, my dick finally leaking. “Fuck, fuck I’m not gonna make it…” I whined.

With the exit so close, I was able to bring a hand to my cock, helping stop the leak, trembling with the effort of holding.

Danny nearly whimpered. “Bro..I’m not gonna make it.” His entire body seemed to vibrate with his effort.

More only seemed to leak from me despite my efforts.

Danny whimpered. “Fuck, I’m peeing..I can’t hold it.”

I parked and Danny was out if the car, leaving a small puddle in the seat. Hearing his piss trickle on the ground as he stood, hands on his knees, made my body finally give out, or it tried to.

Initially was able to squirm, and hold myself and get my legs so tightly together as I willed my body under control to at least get out of the car, to turn the ignition off but as I moved to open the Or, more and more piss walked out, quickly turning to a full stream before I could even try to get it under control. I rushed out with trembling hands, using the ace for support as I just let the piss flow freely.

It must have been a full minute, or more, before I was done and Danny came over, looking helpless, the front of his pants wet. “We…we should clean up.”

[soggypants2]

Not allowed to use the toilet in my hotel room, so I held it until I burst. *blush*

[squiirming]

guy who is a heavy sleeper being woken up by his bladder. sleepy and comfy, he just ignores it and tries to go back to sleep. as he drifts in and out of sleep, his need gets progressively more urgent, but so does his resolve to actually catch more solid sleep. subconsciously, he goes to hug his comforter between his legs, eventually ending up with it bunched up high between his thighs, his ankles crossed to help. he starts to squirm and rock back and forth, trying to suppress the need for a bit longer. the motions have his soft dick slowly drag inside his loose pyjama pants, providing a gentle friction that toon have him not so soft anymore. he ends squeezing his thighs and grinding, now not only as a way to hold back his need to relieve himself but also because it just feels good. having an erection does help him hold, so much so that he manages to fall back asleep for a while… until he awakes again, now positively desperate. he finds himself already humping the bunched up comforter, softly panting, when he comes to realize his predicament. he needs to go now. he’s still sleepy tho, sluggish from waking up, and also finding it hard to think, because of his pressing need, and also the jolts of pleasure coursing through his groin with every shift. he’s fully hard, hard and leaking precum in his pyjama pants. the urgency of the situation means he can’t just stop grinding or he fears he’ll lose control. if he was more awake, he’d trust himself to make it to the bathroom quickly, but he isn’t, and he also can’t deny his slightly delirious self that this feels good. unable to reason, all he can do is hold onto the comforter tighter so it’s pulled taught between his thighs, providing both much needed pressure to help his bladder, and pleasure that makes his eyes roll back behind his closed eyelids. he desperately humps the blanket, feeling his desperation heighten and his muscles weaken—he has no idea how ling he’s been holding like this, but it must’ve been a while for how tired he feels already. pissing the bed isn’t an option tho, so he continues and can only moan in pleasure at the friction on his hard, leaking dick. a particularly good thrust sends him twitching in near overstimulation, and he has to halt his motions for a moment. doing so is what makes him leak for the first time. the feeling of warmth blooming on his dick head makes him frantic, he immediately resumes his humping with urgency. his pyjamas are too rough on his sensitive skin now, threatening his very control, but he he does dare stop or slow slow. he yelps and his hips stutter when another leak escapes him, and then another, and then another. feeling the limits of his ability to approach, he starts humping with desperate and renewed vigour, only speeding up every time his muscles spasm and another spurts escapes him. through it all, the pulses of warmth make his precum-slick pyjamas feel good like nothing else on his throbbing erection. unable yo think of getting up and making mad dash for the toilet—unable to think at all—the guy only moans and gasps as he begins losing control, though he never stops trying to hold it. he’s not done having an accident, and trying not to, when the pleasure in his stomach reaches a peak. he leaks forcefully, gasps, twitches, and then ruts against the blanket in short little trusts, until he forgets everything about holding and can only chase his imminent orgasm. he comes like that, hot and intense, inside his pyjama pants. for a brief moment, he forgets all about his desperate need to piss and just lays there, grinding, milking it out, until the pleasure begins to recede and his desperation comes back all at once. he leaks, a strong spurt that hisses, and immediately doubles down on his frantic grinding, only, this time, the movement is nothing but overstimulating his sensitive dick, so soon after coming. it has the opposite intended affect, as the sensation makes him twitch and his exhausted muscles spasm, allowing more piss to escape him. he tries to cling to control, he really does, but it’s futile.

moaning from the harsh overstimulation, he doesn’t stop grinding, too far gone to reason that it’s no use, besides, it still feels good through the pain. with every rut, more piss leaks out of his dick, which refuses to fully soften under the constant stimulation. just like that, he slowly loses control of his bladder, until a near continuous stream is pouring out. delirious, he continues to rub his hard dick through it. he doesn’t stop when the stream finally dims and stop, still turned on beyond relief. right away, he grinds to another orgasm, not satisfied until dick is throbbing in his pants again and the pleasure overwhelms him.

while he lays in the aftermath, soaked and twitchy, his bladder throbs again, and he can’t help but moan as the very last drops escape him, feeling almost as good at the other type of relief he just got.

[omonmyway]

I did an incredibly hot hold yesterday. I put a thick pad in my underwear, then put on tight leggings over it, followed by a fabric pad in another pair of tight underwear, a couple more panties, and finally black sweatpants. I started the hold by deliberately letting our spurts as my need grew. There were so many layers that i could do this safely without any risk of a visible leak—just a bloom of warm liquid soaking into the pad and fabric around me. I got so horny from this that i nearly came just grinding on a bundled up towel. There were also a couple moments when i was reading omo posts that i swear i had a hands-free edge just from the combination of leaking freely into my pants and reading smut

[omonmyway]

so the next stage of this hold was to get incredibly full, which i did by chugging my huge water bottle. a half hour later, i realized i was supposed to be in a meeting. my roommate was in the living room so I had to take the meeting in my room, on my bed. I was painfully full at this point so I stuffed two large shirts from my laundry basket in my pants to supplement all of my layers, and folded up a towel under me so my bed wouldn't get any pee on it. I had already let out a lot but was continuing to fill up fast and was uncomfortably desperate during the meeting; however I couldn't relax and let myself pee while sitting directly on the pillow so I kept having to discreetly raise myself off the bed so I could let out long spurts into my pants, to be more comfortable in the meeting

[omonmyway]

I did an incredibly hot hold yesterday. I put a thick pad in my underwear, then put on tight leggings over it, followed by a fabric pad in another pair of tight underwear, a couple more panties, and finally black sweatpants. I started the hold by deliberately letting our spurts as my need grew. There were so many layers that i could do this safely without any risk of a visible leak—just a bloom of warm liquid soaking into the pad and fabric around me. I got so horny from this that i nearly came just grinding on a bundled up towel. There were also a couple moments when i was reading omo posts that i swear i had a hands-free edge just from the combination of leaking freely into my pants and reading smut

[leakylilone]

roadtrips with a partner who absolutely needs to pee and is way too embarrassed to tell you

you notice them getting fidgety, beginning to squirm or rock back and forth slightly. maybe they get quieter or shorter with their responses, very clearly distracted by something. but when you ask if they're okay, they deny that anything's wrong. plastering on a smile for you, maybe even relaxing their muscles or removing their hands from their thighs to seem more convincing.

and praying you don't see the little leak that spurts out when they do.

you keep asking as the drive continues, even suggesting that you can stop at an upcoming gas station. but they keep refusing, even knowing damn well that there will be no places to stop for a while.

what was focused silence soon becomes little whimpers and panicked breaths as they realize there is absolutely no way they're going to hold it until the next stop. still too shy to voice their issue, they resort to looking at you with teary eyes, silently begging that you'll notice the problem.

and you do, when you eventually look away from the road. a solid minute after they first started staring.

"what's up, baby?" no response. just a whine. but your eyes flick down to their lap, where there's a small (but growing) wet patch.

"oh honey. you gotta pee? why didn't you tell me?"

maybe they stay quiet, or maybe they rush out an explanation of how they were too embarrassed to say anything, but now they're realizing how bad it is, and they aren't sure they can make it and-

another whine, stronger this time, as their muscles relax a little too much and a forceful leak further wets their pants. they immediately rush into apologies, a high pitched little "imsorryimsorryimsorry-" as they try to stop the leak before it gets your seat wet.

the embarrassment completely fades, replaced by desperate need. "shit shit shit i can't hold it, i have to pee so fucking bad- i swear to god i'm gonna piss myself. can you please pull over?"

but you're on the highway. there's nowhere safe to pull off. this entire ordeal could've been avoided if they'd just asked to pee when you passed the gas station a couple miles ago, but alas. and they're well aware of the fact it was their fault, too. which makes the frustration that much worse.

they leak again, more this time. and realize very quickly that this is it. "oh god, i can't- stop it. i'm going. i'm peeing myself. fuck. oh fuck, that feels so good."

their body relaxes and their thighs spread as they give up their attempts to stop the flood, instead basking in how fucking good it feels to finally go. the sound of their stream soaking their clothes and the seat fills the car, alongside their little moans of relief. your hand reaches out to brush against their thigh, feeling the liquid soak through, as you murmur out a condescending little...

"what a mess. you're too embarrassed to ask to stop to pee, but you're not too embarrassed to piss yourself in front of me? or did some part of you want this to happen, baby? did you want to make a mess for me?"

they just whine in response, still blissed out from the relief. but the little smile on their face tells you everything you need to know.

[wetboyi]

[yourwetathlete]

Silver Line Metro Soaking (ONLYFANS.COM/YOURWETATHLETE)

[yourwetathlete]

Love the feel of totally soaked pants (ONLYFANS.COM/YOURWETATHLETE)

[wetboyi]

Was already pissing my pants before I could get my dick out 💦

[warmf3mm3]

Here’s a super hot concept: we chug a bunch of water and then take a quick nap, waiting for our full bladders to wake us. I wake up first aching, burrsssting. I’m absolutely about to pop, stroking and admiring my bulging, hard belly. I’m about to carefully and lovingly rub your lower tummy to check you out. You’re huge like I’ve never seen before and your legs are twisted shut, you’re hunched and clearly you can feel your full bladder in your sleep, I can tell by your body language. I watch you, even though my eyes are crossing with pee desperation. You are so cute, moaning and whimpering and shoving your hands into your cunt, squirming like you’re really gonna pee yourself. Then I (with advanced consent), gently touch your cunt from behind and find your cunt soaking, leaking, swollen….. you have wet dripping down your ass. And not pee, wet. Your cunt is hot to the touch, it’s so hot how turned on you are even though you’re asleep. I know how good it feels for you when your bladder is full like this, and how this drives you crazy, nothing turns you on like this, you become so feral when you have to go this bad. I check your clit and I’m not surprised to find you so hard. This wakes you up and all of a sudden you gush a torrent of piss into my hand, and you try to get up, clumsily spraying everywhere. Your cunt a lose hose, soaking me and the bed and you as you try to run to the bathroom. As soon as you open your legs you’re knocked back by the pressure of your piss — your valve spurting halfway across the room. You’re moaning like you’re about to cum, and so I hurry to hold you, tell you it’s okay, let it all out, mommy will clean it all up, just pee. Juuuust pee. Go ahead baby, wow, you have so much. Oh wow, you just keep on spraying. You’re moaning so loud now, leaning into me and moaning in ecstasy as you just succumb, and pee for a long, long, long time. I stroke your cunt, your bladder, your head, your chest, your cunt your cunt your cunt. I rub it as you pee…. A lot. You just keep peeing, I can tell you’re embarrassed. I continue to comfort you and tell you to let it go, keep peeing baby. Meanwhile I’m bursting, and you’re just peeing and peeing and peeing, so much. You have so much pee, and you’re peeing pretty hard the whole time. We’re both so into this, we never want you to stop. For me it happens slower, I’m sitting behind you and comforting you and my pee hits the mattress, not too hard but definitely coming out in a hiss. You’re shocked, you reach around, still peeing, to feel my bladder and you gasp. “It’s coming out.” I tell you. You move your hand to my cunt and I pee into it. I loudly moan in relief and that’s when your orgasm starts. You’re so turned on you’re cumming hands free, pee now spurting out in jets in sync with your orgasm. I know what’s happening so I press my bladder into you, you feel it’s fullness, it’s roundness, it’s firmness, and you’re just losing your mind. I want to give you a show so I hold on to my piss as best I can, squirming bad as you finish coming. I’m mesmerized and I love you so much. But I also have to pee so bad, I need you to calm down and stop shaking so I can let it out. My bladder is about to explode. You’re finally done coming and just squirting out your last ropes of pee. I can’t believe how you still have some to spray. I tell you to lay down, I tell you I’m bursting, but I want to give you a show. I ask, do you want your favorite? Your favorite is for me to piss like a fountain, so I lay down on my back with my legs in the air and push. It doesn’t take much before my pee is nearly hitting the ceiling. My eyes roll back and my tongue rolls out and I enter a trance of relief. My bladder explodes pee in a thick, tall stream that I push to the sky. I’m just holding eye contact with you and panting, pissing. Of course, I pee SO MUCH. There is a lake of clean and clear piss all over our room. I pee for so long, I pee so much, and I pee so hard. Every time I’m surprised how long it takes so empty. I keep thinking I’ll be done soon but then it keeps coming…