It's okay, babe. You drank a lot more than me, and it's not your fault the traffic is stopped. I know you must be bursting if you're potty dancing like that.
It's okay if you don't make it home. I don't mind if you pee your pants. I'll understand if it happens. Sometimes if you drink too much and can't get to a bathroom, there is nothing you can do about it. Lots of people pee themselves while they are stuck in traffic. It's okay if it happens to you.
I have a towel in the back seat. If you want, you could hold the towel between your legs in case you start peeing. That way, most of the pee will soak into the towel instead of your seat. You don't want to have to sit on a soaked car seat for the rest of the day, do you?
It's okay, babe. You drank a lot more than me, and it's not your fault the traffic is stopped. I know you must be bursting if you're potty dancing like that.
It's okay if you don't make it home. I don't mind if you pee your pants. I'll understand if it happens. Sometimes if you drink too much and can't get to a bathroom, there is nothing you can do about it. Lots of people pee themselves while they are stuck in traffic. It's okay if it happens to you.
I have a towel in the back seat. If you want, you could hold the towel between your legs in case you start peeing. That way, most of the pee will soak into the towel instead of your seat. You don't want to have to sit on a soaked car seat for the rest of the day, do you?
Imagining a faux potty-training scenario with a humiliation angle where the little is free to use the toilet as they please, but it has to be their potty chair, which has been placed smack dab in the middle of the living room and they are not allowed to move. Any time they need to use the bathroom it's with the explicit risk of being seen and heard by everyone in the house as they do their business, and the potty's placement makes it nigh-inevitable that they'll be witnessed 'going' before long.
They might try to go for a quick pee when nobody's around, but somebody will still pass through and giggle at the little trying to be sneaky, almost hovering over the seat as they try to push out their bladder as fast as possible. And even if they manage to pee in peace, pooping will take much more time, and any noisy farting and grunting is bound to attract someone's notice if it's not an easy go. They might make the mistake of holding until they're desperate so as to avoid having to potty while people are around, only to have no choice but to make an obviously frantic dash to the toilet in front of everyone that drags out much longer than they'd like due to their aching bladder and bowels.
Their caretaker might swoop in while the little uses the potty and coo at them about how much of a big kid they are for "making it", petting their hair or kneeling down next to the potty, rubbing their back to help things along. It's all the more embarrassing if other people are in the living room, and their mommy/daddy is babytalking loudly asking them if they're having a hard time with a shy bladder or backed up tummy and need help using the potty. An exasperated sibling asks if they seriously have to pee while they're hanging out with their friends, only for said friends to crowd around the little with all sorts of invasive questions and barely whispered reprimands about not making the poor thing nervous. Movie nights wherein everyone expectantly glances at the little when their stomach starts to groan after a heavy dinner, red-faced and eyes glued to the floor as they waddle into the center of the room to let loose on their potty-chair.
Any time they're on the potty the only pricacy they can get is to hide their blushing face in their hands and plead anyone around not to watch. Relaxing enough to go is hard, and it becomes painfully obvious if they're not pottying after a few seconds, just sitting on their chair in embarrassed silence. They're the center of attention at their most vulnerable, several times a day. It's enough to beg to be put back into diapers for some.
Imagining a faux potty-training scenario with a humiliation angle where the little is free to use the toilet as they please, but it has to be their potty chair, which has been placed smack dab in the middle of the living room and they are not allowed to move. Any time they need to use the bathroom it's with the explicit risk of being seen and heard by everyone in the house as they do their business, and the potty's placement makes it nigh-inevitable that they'll be witnessed 'going' before long.
They might try to go for a quick pee when nobody's around, but somebody will still pass through and giggle at the little trying to be sneaky, almost hovering over the seat as they try to push out their bladder as fast as possible. And even if they manage to pee in peace, pooping will take much more time, and any noisy farting and grunting is bound to attract someone's notice if it's not an easy go. They might make the mistake of holding until they're desperate so as to avoid having to potty while people are around, only to have no choice but to make an obviously frantic dash to the toilet in front of everyone that drags out much longer than they'd like due to their aching bladder and bowels.
Their caretaker might swoop in while the little uses the potty and coo at them about how much of a big kid they are for "making it", petting their hair or kneeling down next to the potty, rubbing their back to help things along. It's all the more embarrassing if other people are in the living room, and their mommy/daddy is babytalking loudly asking them if they're having a hard time with a shy bladder or backed up tummy and need help using the potty. An exasperated sibling asks if they seriously have to pee while they're hanging out with their friends, only for said friends to crowd around the little with all sorts of invasive questions and barely whispered reprimands about not making the poor thing nervous. Movie nights wherein everyone expectantly glances at the little when their stomach starts to groan after a heavy dinner, red-faced and eyes glued to the floor as they waddle into the center of the room to let loose on their potty-chair.
Any time they're on the potty the only pricacy they can get is to hide their blushing face in their hands and plead anyone around not to watch. Relaxing enough to go is hard, and it becomes painfully obvious if they're not pottying after a few seconds, just sitting on their chair in embarrassed silence. They're the center of attention at their most vulnerable, several times a day. It's enough to beg to be put back into diapers for some.
Imagine a character whoâs a workaholic, to the point where they often forget to go to the bathroom. They sit and work, squirming and trying to hold. Itâs surprising how focused on their work they can be despite the fact they are practically potty dancing in their seat. It brings to mind a little kid whoâs too busy playing to go potty.
Coworkers will often hear Workaholicâs trying not to whimper, little âNo no no noâs as they wet.
Imagine workaholic falling asleep at their desk, and you can hear a little hsssssss from their cubicle as they pee in their sleep.
Workaholic desperate in a meeting but they try to hold it because the meeting takes priority.
Evantually a close work friend just ends up buying workaholic diapers after one too many accidents. Workaholic insists they are an adult who is perfectly capable of going to the bathroom on their own. Close friend just replies âare you sure about that?â
Workaholic ends up wearing the diapers, and adapts to them better than theyâd like to admit. Theyâll just be working, a thick diaper between their legs (which they keep trying to tell themselves is just a cushion) and they are doing everything they can to not potty dance. However, itâs not long before they hear a muffled hissing noise, a wet warmness spreading in between their legs, trying everything they can to no show their relief.
About a week later theyâre just talking with some coworkers and one of them says âglad you stopped having accidents (name) I thought we were gonna have to get you diapers!â Itâs not malicious, just a little tease.
And workaholic is like âhaha yeahâ but they are internally screaming
Oooooooooh, cute! It's just too easy to get lost in your work sometimes, and who wants to stop for bathroom breaks when you're busy? But you can't keep ruining the office carpet with stains, so if someone is especially accident-prone, diapers are the best solution... And hey, they're easier to get used to than workaholic expected! And at least for now, most people seem unaware...
just thinking about a relationship starting between two gamers, one of whom frequently holds too long while gaming...
gamer A probably starts a bad habit of holding it too long while they're playing games alone in their room... even if they push it a bit too far, and their crotch ends up a little damp before they make it to the toilet, who's gonna know? that "damp crotch" starts being more of a full wet spot as time goes by though.
they start to realize they might be developing an issue when they fully pee themselves for the first time. they're concentrating so hard, and squirming without realizing it, and then suddenly they feel their muscles go numb and their crotch gets warm. they drop their controller, their hands shoot to their crotch, and they clamp their legs together, but they're already wetting and they can't make it stop. so they just freeze there, feeling pee empty out of them against their will. at the end, they spread their legs and look down at their sopping pants, and the warm puddle below them. on impulse, they push a little... sending another stream of pee rushing into their pants for a moment before they're truly done. they sit there in disbelief... they aren't really too upset, since they're alone... but wow. they never thought that'd happen.
maybe they decide to try diapers at this point... or maybe it takes a couple more accidents before they decide that wearing padding is preferable to getting so much pee on their floor. they're actually way more embarrassed to put it on than they thought they'd be... it's like they're admitting that they're going to pee themselves, or planning to do it... they should have more self control than this! but... they've had enough accidents to know that this really will help. and they can't deny how comfy it feels once they're taped into one.
their first time out, they start gaming with a new sense of total security... but as they're playing, the presence of the diaper actually keeps them pretty alert to their bladder. they actually do notice when they start feeling the need to go, but... they're already padded, and they don't really want to waste the diaper, or interrupt their session, so... they use it. it actually distracts them from their game completely as warm urine leeches out into the soft material. they look down and see the wet patch growing on the front of the diaper, but inside, it feels like it wicks the moisture surprisingly easily, and as they continue to wet, the padding simply absorbs, and everything holds up just fine. they didn't even pee that much... not as much as their accidents are normally. they finish up, and keep playing, and this time they actually do forget about their pee situation entirely... until they have a real accident. this time it totally sneaks up on them, and they panic for a second because they forgot what they were wearing. in shock, they stare down between their spread legs as a strong hissing noise indicates that their swollen bladder just let go. the wet spot is renewed and much more obvious, as hot yellow liquid permeates the soft fluffy material. the whole thing swells tight between their legs, and they sit there, waiting to be done wetting themselves. it looks embarrassingly full by the time they finally finish peeing.
from then on, they get used to being diapered while gaming... which gets strange when they're playing with other people. online it's fine... no one would ever know, even if they peed themselves. but in person... they try to not wear padding and just be strict with themselves about noticing their pee urges. it works a couple of times, but inevitably, there's eventually an accident.
they're over at B's house... thankfully it's just the two of them, but A forgets about the toilet for way too long, and suddenly they're going in their pants. A just starts crying and apologizing... when it's in front of someone, they're totally embarrassed. B is super understanding, but also confused... they're wondering if A is alright. through a series of questions, B figures out that A has trouble holding it when they're distracted. they never remember to go, and it always catches up to them like this. as they get everything cleaned up, B actually asks A if they've ever considered trying to "wear protection" for this sort of thing... B thinks it'd be a good idea. so A admits... they actually already do at home. they just thought it'd be weird around other people, and they thought they could handle it...
over a few months, A and B get close enough that A can wear diapers around B very comfortably. maybe once or twice, when they're at A's house, B actually wears one too, just for the convenience of it. that way they can game without interruption for way longer. the first time B uses it, they kinda stop and look down, blushing really hard, and the sound is really loud as they unleash their pee into the diaper. A asks what B thinks of it, and B says it feels weird... it feels like they just had an accident, but there's no mess to clean up. A kinda pees theirs out of solidarity and they move on. over time, this even escalates into A wearing their diaper on its own around B... no pants necessary. this probably happens when it's hot in the summer, but by that point, the whole diaper thing might be starting to have less practical motives. like maybe B watches a bit more than they need to when A uses their diaper in the open... and maybe A leans back and spreads their legs like that when they go, because they want B to look.
Ooooh, this is so fun and cute! Gaming is just such an easy way to get distracted, how's anyone supposed to remember to focus on their bladder when there's a new level to beat or a new quest to get to? Of course they're gonna start having accidents... But when it gets a little too frequent, certain steps have to be taken. Diapers are so convenient and easy, and nobody has to know! At least until A and B start gaming together in person anyway... But thankfully B is understanding, and hey, new kink unlocked for them both! Win-win!
Imagining a faux potty-training scenario with a humiliation angle where the little is free to use the toilet as they please, but it has to be their potty chair, which has been placed smack dab in the middle of the living room and they are not allowed to move. Any time they need to use the bathroom it's with the explicit risk of being seen and heard by everyone in the house as they do their business, and the potty's placement makes it nigh-inevitable that they'll be witnessed 'going' before long.
They might try to go for a quick pee when nobody's around, but somebody will still pass through and giggle at the little trying to be sneaky, almost hovering over the seat as they try to push out their bladder as fast as possible. And even if they manage to pee in peace, pooping will take much more time, and any noisy farting and grunting is bound to attract someone's notice if it's not an easy go. They might make the mistake of holding until they're desperate so as to avoid having to potty while people are around, only to have no choice but to make an obviously frantic dash to the toilet in front of everyone that drags out much longer than they'd like due to their aching bladder and bowels.
Their caretaker might swoop in while the little uses the potty and coo at them about how much of a big kid they are for "making it", petting their hair or kneeling down next to the potty, rubbing their back to help things along. It's all the more embarrassing if other people are in the living room, and their mommy/daddy is babytalking loudly asking them if they're having a hard time with a shy bladder or backed up tummy and need help using the potty. An exasperated sibling asks if they seriously have to pee while they're hanging out with their friends, only for said friends to crowd around the little with all sorts of invasive questions and barely whispered reprimands about not making the poor thing nervous. Movie nights wherein everyone expectantly glances at the little when their stomach starts to groan after a heavy dinner, red-faced and eyes glued to the floor as they waddle into the center of the room to let loose on their potty-chair.
Any time they're on the potty the only pricacy they can get is to hide their blushing face in their hands and plead anyone around not to watch. Relaxing enough to go is hard, and it becomes painfully obvious if they're not pottying after a few seconds, just sitting on their chair in embarrassed silence. They're the center of attention at their most vulnerable, several times a day. It's enough to beg to be put back into diapers for some.
Imagining someone with an upset stomach who's busy with something so /important/ that they're almost shamelessly ignoring it. Giving orders or handling a sensitive task even though their stomach groans, wincing through cramps and only showing their pain through a strained voice as they fight the urge to double over, growling that they're fine if any companion questions them with a reprimand to stay focused. Perhaps they're even letting out gas without shame, because they just don't have the time or attention to be shy. It could be a combat situation, or perhaps technical work on some piece of machinery, system or explosive, but whatever it is it takes priority over bodily functions.
Their need gets obviously worse and their concentration threatens to break as the situation progresses, short gasps of pain accompanied with wetter farts and a more constant gurgling from their stomach. Sweat trickles down their face from more than just exertion, and the cramps start hitting more and more often. It's getting bad enough to get them to start making mistakes, and their stoic dedication begins to fray, nervousness or stress bleeding through their expression. Perhaps when they complete their task they're so overwhelmed they can't help but fall to their knees and noisily empty their bowels then and there, tearing up from sheer relief. Or maybe they decide they can't be distracted by their guts any longer and let go in the middle of things, trembling as they grunt and whimper and push out their liquidy mess as fast as they can while trying to multitask with whatever's in front of them. Only if they're lucky, they'll have time to waddle back to the toilet and get some well-earned relief.
âOkay, little one, I know your potty training is not going well. As your caregiver, Iâve been thinking long and hard about what might be best for us moving forward,â
Momma continues as though Iâm not squirming violently in front of her on my potty chair, having been placed there over an hour before and promised a special playtime reward if I could hang on until Momma came back.
âAnd I honestly think the learning curve of identifying when youâre full of humpies or when youâre full of tinkles is really getting in the way of being my sweet, obedient baby and doing your tinkles in your big kid potty like you want to. Would you agree?â
I nod vigorously, cheeks reddening as I am talked about like a baby, bladder and baby parts pulsing urgently.Â
âGood!â Momma advances and reaches into her bag, pulling out what looks like a regular stuffed teddy bear to me, light brown with a red yarn face and a matching red bow tie. I reach up for it eagerly and Momma grins, placing her finger under his bowtie and then passing him over to me.
I go to hug him to my chest until I hear a light buzzing coming from the bear's head. Puzzled, I look up to check in with Momma.
Sheâs grinning down at me, enjoying my surprise even as I strain to hold on.
âYou see, my little one. Weâre going to leave Mr. Tinkle Teddy in here,â she tugs him from my questioning grasp and flips him over, attaching his bow tie to a small hook on the front side of my potty chair, settling his body on the seat between my shaking thighs and his buzzing face pressed up against my stiff pee pee, âand then-âÂ
Momma is interrupted by my moan as the pleasure from the vibrating plush relaxes my muscles just barely and a brief pattering is heard in the otherwise silent bathroom. I regain control and bounce lightly against the head of the bear, closing my eyes and moaning louder this time.
Momma keeps going, ignoring my leak but her eyes are fixed on my baby parts now, and her words come faster, more urgent.
âSo anytime you have any kind of tingles, I want you to come in here and make humpies on your Tinkle Teddy, okay? You can make humpies without worrying about what kind of squirting youâll do, all right? Thatâs too much thinking for a baby like you. That way you wonât have any more playtime accidents, and making your tinkles in the potty is a treat, not a punishment. Sound good, little one?âÂ
I open my eyes, and look up at her adoringly and open up my mouth to agree, only for her to put one finger in my mouth. I close my eyes again and suckle her finger, whining and whimpering. I hump forward again, pressing my twitching little stiffie into Teddy. I gaze up at Momma with tears in my eyes, needing every kind of release desperately, but even more desperate to be good for her.
Iâve lost the ability to speak up, but Momma knows what I need, sliding a second finger into my mouth. She groans quietly, bringing her other hand down to my eye level to stroke herself over her jeans.
âTime to make potty, little one, let Momma hear how much you held inside you. Let me hear how good you were for me. Once youâre empty, you can come as much as you want on your Tinkle Teddy, okay?â
I nod as much as I can with her fingers in my mouth and my eyes cross a tiny bit when I follow Mommaâs instructions and start piddling into teddy, the plastic potty instantly giving me away with the pattering and splashing noises echoing up from it.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â Momma coos, withdrawing her hand from my mouth, unzipping her fly and letting her big, hard cock bounce free, aiming it towards my open lips, âlet it all out for Momma, thatâs my good baby.â She strokes herself to the sound of my stream, twitching in her hand when I shudder with relief. As my stream slows and only one unsatisfied need remains, I lean forward, pressing the buzzing Tinkle Teddy firmly against my pee pee and latch onto Mommaâs grown-up stiffie.
Itâs Mommaâs turn to close her eyes and gasp as I nurse the tip of her throbbing cock, throwing her head back and trying not to thrust into her babyâs mouth, not removing her own hand from her length, since Iâm too little to do anything other than suckle gently at her tip.
She keeps stroking and I keep humping, her most recent gift driving us both to the edge.
Sucking on your partners titties as they run their hands over you, eventually moving to gently make circles over your padding, making you whimper against them and buck your hips.
"Aw, do you have to go? Just let go honey, it's okay"
You moan again with thier nipple in your mouth and go red as you start wetting.
"Good girl/boy, there you go" they praise, adding more pressure to their touches. You keep sucking as they rub you through the now soaked padding, muffling your cute desperate noises until you shudder and twitch and cum, adding to your mess.
Omo fic idea: Someone who has the occasional accident being super embarassed about it and thus denying ever needing to pee bc people will be all embarassing and ask if theyre gonna make it etc and then wetting even more.... Someone says they have to wear a pullup for a roadtrip and they insist they can keep dry....except its gonna be checked before batjroom breaks. And when theyre about to stop, the person leaks. So they deny they need to go to stop anyone seeing their little wet spot....and then ofc theyre all back in the car, getting ever more squirmy....
It was only like one time (and also several other times) he peed his pants, he could totally hold it. Danny repeated this to himself as he finished arranging his bag in the trunk of the car. The trip was supposed to be a fun outing with the friend group, himself, his best friend Erika and their friends Layla and Axel. That morning his friends had cornered him as he brought his bags down to the car and told him this was gonna be a really long trip and it would just be better if he wore a pull-up for the drive.
At the look of betrayal on Dannyâs face, Erika stepped in front of the group and said âitâs just, you get so embarrassed about needing to pee and then you donât ask to go until itâs too late and we donât want you to feel bad for having an accident.â At that he sputtered âI absolutely do not wait to long and I donât get embarrassed asking for bathroom breaks!â The bright flush on his cheeks said otherwise but the group chose to stay silent. Erika brought Danny to the bathroom, where a pull-up was sitting on top of the toilet. Seeing his apprehension Erika said âcâmon, just put it on and if you prove us wrong and make it to the toilet then you were right and we wonât make you wear one on the way backâ. He grumbled about not needing it to begin with but entered the bathroom and closed the door. When he exited he was not expecting Erika to be waiting outside, nor did he expect her to pull at his waistband and reveal the top of his pullup. He blushed hard, mortified he had been exposed, but one she had ensured the pullup was on she grabbed his hand and bolted down to the car, crowing about how exciting the trip would be.
It dawned on him as they merged onto the highway that he hadnât actually peed when he went to the bathroom to put the pull-up on. 20 minutes later and he was trying to keep his squirming to a minimum but Axel happened to look over right as he was crossing his legs, thighs clenching in desperation and now also embarrassment, and then the teasing began. Axel was not quiet about what they had seen, loudly saying âaww Danny did it again he totally has to pee but heâs too embarrassed to ask!â At that, Layla joined in, asking if he was gonna make it, then Erika giggled and said since he was never gonna fess up and say if he had to go she was just gonna have to check his pull-up every time he had a bathroom break. Dannyâs cheeks were on fire, and even worse, he was absolutely desperate to pee.
The teasing continued for another minute as he fanned his legs, all while insisting he didnât need to use the bathroom and it was dumb that they thought he did. Layla noticed a rest stop sign and asked if they could pull over since âsome of us can ask to go pee when they need toâ, but the off ramp to the rest stop was not well maintained and the bumps and jostling from potholes in the road caused Danny to gasp, hand shoving into his crotch. Fuck he had leaked and they were so close and they were gonna check his pull-up if he went to the bathroom! But if he waited a little the leak would get totally absorbed into the pull-up and they wouldnât be able to see it. Yes. He just had to wait. He could do it.
They pulled in to a parking spot near the washrooms, and Erika turned, facing Danny asking directly âdo you have to go pee?â Looking like a deer in the headlights, hand still shoved into his crotch he shook his head no. âHmm ok, come with me to the bathrooms anyway?â At that she turned and opened her door, stepping out of the car. Layla and Axel gave one last look to Danny before giggling and getting out, making their way to the doors to the food court across the parking lot.
Erika opened Dannyâs door, unbuckling him and pulling him out of the car, smiling energetically. He couldnât even stand straight from how badly he had to pee, squirming constantly and refusing to make eye contact. âAww are you sure youâre gonna make it? I can see how much you have to go and the bathrooms are all the way over there!â She said, motioning to the bathrooms only 20 feet away. âAre you gonna be able to keep your pullup dry? Or did you maybe already leak?â
Shit how did she know?! He was too busy being shocked at how Erika had known about his leak he didnât notice his bladder spasming, stretched and weak from holding for so long. âCome on, you said you werenât gonna need the pull-upâ Erika said, starting towards the bathroom. Danny struggled to follow, now feeling the bladder spasms, the urgency catching up to him as he shuffled as fast as he could. The bathrooms were unisex single toilets, and he was too focused on not peeing himself to hear Erika follow him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. He was almost at the toilet when his aching bladder finally gave up. He started gushing inches from the toilet. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt pee flood the pull-up he swore he wouldnât need. Just then he felt Erika turn him around, pull his pants down and push him down so he was sitting on the toilet. The feeling of releasing on a toilet was euphoric and for a second Danny relaxed completely as his bladder emptied.
Coming back to himself he realized he had just had an accident in a pull-up in front of his best friend after she had to sit him on the toilet so he didnât pee his pants. He sat there in mortified silence staring up at her, pee still dripping out of his pull-up dripping loudly in the echoey bathroom. While he was paralyzed with embarrassment, Erika seemed unbothered and giggled before offering to bring him a change.
She skipped back to the car, laughing with Layla and Axel, telling them they already know what happened and theyâre gonna have to wait a little bit for Danny to clean up. They joked that it was risky expecting only a pull-up to keep the car dry. Erika smiled fondly, retrieving a large fluffy diaper from the trunk. She didnât expect Danny to make it to the toilet again before the end of the trip.
pls post the peeing in the ocean omo you were talking about i beg đđđ
AHA. This just gives me an excuse to write the post. It was all a master scheme and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker! But since you ASKED:
-Peeing IN the ocean-
â˘The general idea of SQUIRMING underwater. Using particularly bad waves as an excuse to go under and pee a little. If the ocean water is too clear they canât hold themself because it will be obviousâŚif itâs murky they can hold all they want.
â˘A character bringing a pool noodle/other floaty into the ocean so they can discreetly grind/get relief from pressing down on it. How good it would feel for them to get some minor relief while desperate.
â˘Someone whose so desperate to pee they have to make their way into the ocean. Stepping foot into the water and feeling it and trying not to lose the flood while slowly trudging to a place where peeing will go unnoticed.
â˘A character having to pee so bad but having too much fun in the ocean, maybe having a splash fight/water tag. Desperate and in the water and having too much fun until suddenly their thighs feel warm and a sigh escapes them as they start peeing.
BONUS: if itâs during a game of water tag the character freezes and another character tags them as their peeing so hard into the water
â˘Someone desperate to pee, hopping from foot to foot just dismissing themself to the oceanâŚand then coming back a little bleary-eyed from relief and everyone knows exactly what they did.
â˘Someone being transparent with their spouse/friend/whoever while in the ocean âIâm peeing right nowâ
Bonus: if the spouse/friend/whoever replies something along the lines of âme tooâ
Drinking a lot getting desperate, and then like still sitting on the beach holding a bit until you start leaking your suit and then like either going in the water or like digging a hole to sit in and then covering yourself up with sand and going like that. Maybe sitting right where the water starts and peeing there so youâre not fully covered. Right before being able to go youâre leaking down your legs while shimming hips back and forth trying to not make it obvious youâre potty dancing.
Perhaps thereâs a place off away from the beach that you would find, an off path and then just go through your suit there. No one would think anything about being wet because it would just be swimming after all! âşď¸
You work at a pet store and have been stocking shelves for HOURS and are bursting to pee. Sadly the bathroom's been out of order for weeks, and you can't just shut the store down to go home. You're finally at the bottom shelf, so you drop into a squat and...ah fuck. You dribble just a tiny bit into your underwear. It's okay, it's fine, you can't see anything on your pants. You try to keep working despite your cheeks heating up and the little wet patch nagging at you.
You keep working, and working, and finally you're done. You stand up, but the loss of tension in your muscles means all the pee is coming down fast. You cram your hands between your legs on reflex but pull them away when someone walks by.
No good, no good. You waddle down the aisle trying to look as natural as possible (spoiler alert: you don't). Then you see it...puppy pads. Extra large and extra absorbent, for extra messy pups. You don't even think it through. You grab a pack, head into the break room, and tear them open. Drop it on the floor? No, no.... if someone comes in and sees you pissing on the ground, you'd die right there. You take a pad out and try to give it a rough fold. You unzip your pants and start cramming the puppy pad into your underwear. Before you can even pull your hand away, your body releases a stream of hot pee and you blissfully begin wetting yourself. You can't help but let out a whimper while a big goofy grin stretches across your face. You're peeing. You're having an accident right there at work. But somehow it's making you feel so good. The puppy pad is so bulky and reaches from your belly button to your butt cheeks. You're totally soaking it, and you can feel the warmth spreading over your tummy. Finally the stream slows down before coming to a complete stop, and you stand there with your own mess pressing between your legs.
Then it hits you: diaper. You just made yourself a big, puffy diaper just so you could piddle yourself at work. And now you're standing there in that soggy makeshift diaper and are in desperate need of a change.
Before you can figure out how to trash the pad without getting caught, the door of the staff lounge opens and you quickly zip up your pants.
You stand there making small talk with your coworker and try not to think about how you just soiled yourself at work and still have the mess strapped between your thighs. Your coworker sits down to take their lunchbreak and you realize that you're going to have to be the first one to leave. You waddle back out onto the floor and pick up where you left off. Every time you reach, bend, lift, or squat, you feel the pee-soaked puppy pad rub up against your skin. And if you didn't hate it enough before, you absolutely despise it once it grows cold and clammy.
And that's it. That's just how you finish out the next four hours of your shift. Wet and miserable and waddling around the store with a soaked diaper butt.
Okay so recently I have been wearing diapers again Bc Iâve been working out and drinking a lot of water and shakes and holding just feels so unesasary when I know diapers are lyfeee. So the other day I had finished up at work and came home and strapped into a fresh Abuinverse cloth backed preschool dip Bc I knew I was going out and their smol and quiet, the perfect diap for going out. I was going up to meet with some friends at the local Cheesecake Factory and as I was driving there, the shakes and all the water Iâve been drinking throughout the day hit me hard đ I was almost there and could feel my bladder about to burst. I told myself Iâd hold it until I got there just a mini challenge, but as I was driving I could feel the pressure get worse and worse. Of course, parking was super shitty and right as I found a spot, I could feel the front of my diaper get a lil warm.. the flood was coming and i couldnât hold it anymore. I turned off my car and got out and as soon as I did I could feel my whole front of my diap get super warm and wet and I realized I had totally lost all control and had a huge accident in the parking lot đ I stood there for what felt like forever (probably about 20 secs) and completely soaked my diaper. It felt amazing especially since its cold out right now and it totally warmed me up. After, I walked inside and sat down and in a pretty saggy dip already and had dinner as usual. During dinner, I had 2 waters and a beer. Which may have been a bad idea Bc I was back to square one and really had to go again đ I didnât want to wet myself in front of my friends, so I said I would hold off until we decided to leave, which luckily was pretty soon. After we paid the bill we all started clearing out of the booth and as I stood up, I could feel the front of my diaper getting warm again⌠I realized it tried my hardest to stop, but it was impossible, my bladder was so full and beer usually doesnât help me *not* pee, and my diaper was getting warmer and warmer and there was nothing I could do about it.. I had a full on real accident and luckily my friends were already walking away nobody really noticed đ as I walking out I met up with my friends and we were all just saying bye and walking to our cars when I felt my croch kind of wet. I didnât think much of it and just walked back to my car. Once I got there I inspected the situation and realized the last accident I had must have came out too fast and flooded my dipe a little and leaked into my pants đ luckily I had black pants on so nobody would have noticed. I learned that I may need bigger diapers and that Iâm greatful I had them or i would have been a complete wet mess đ
Something about a guy frantically unscrewing the top of a water bottle and hurridely unzipping his pants, not even taking the time to aim before he's shoving his dick to the opening. He's going before he's even there, leaving a trail of little piss dribbles on the ground. The bottle fills up quicker than expected and though the relief is overwhelming, the space is limited. He tries to stop. As warm pee splashes over the top, running over his hand as he keeps going, he feels his cock start to harden. Because even as he's making a mess, it just feels so damn good
Sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself is to wear a pull-up so you don't have to care about making it to the bathroom in time. You can just relax where you are, drinking whatever you like, knowing that if your bladder gets so full that you need to squirm to hold it in, you can let go in your pull-up without running to the bathroom or soaking your underwear.
It's okay if you forget to pay attention to your bladder and get surprised by a sudden urge to go. You don't need to fight so hard to stop leaks. It's okay to leak a little if your body really wants to. It's okay to wet yourself if you don't want to get up to go to the bathroom. If your bladder spasms because you need to pee, just let yourself have an accident.
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