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Can you do something where character A gets in trouble at school with character B and they have to go stay in the principal’s office together. A has to pee really bad and they start up the fighting again when B realizes, but then when it gets really bad, B helps. Please include lots of desperation, squirming, crossing legs and in the end, holding himself... he tries to hide it, but fails. Both character are male and end up liking each other. A wets when principal walks in. Love your work!

“Would you STOP banging my chair please.” Dylan was turned around in his seat to face Jack in the desk behind him.

“Sorry. I’m fidgety.”

“No shit. You’ve been bumping me all class.”

“I’m sorry.”

Dylan turned back around. Still frustrated, he tried to concentrate on his work. Every once in awhile he’d feel a tap on the leg of his chair. Jack would accidentally shift again.

Dylan scooted his chair in closer to the desk to try to get away but Jack was still banging against it.

“What’s your problem, man?”

“Sorry.” Jack said quietly. He seemed unbothered by Dylans anger. He was focused on other things, not even looking up at Dylan.

“Hey!” Dylan shoved Jacks desk away from his own, pushing Jack’s stomach closer to it. It made a loud scraping noise across the room.

“What’s going on?” Mrs. Dubershy asked them in her stern teacher voice.

“Jack keeps kicking my seat.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“And then you keep doing it again!” Dylan throws his hands up.

“Alright, calm down.” The teacher says. “Just sit and continue your work.”

“No. He won’t stop.”

“Then you can go to the principles office.”

“Me?! He’s the one kicking me!”

“I didn’t kick you specifically.”

“Okay, okay. You’re both going. You’re bickering is disrupt full of this classroom.” Every classmate had been watching them after all.

The boys walked to the office together in frustrated silence. Jack occasionally tugged at his crotch. Not untypical for a boy, so Dylan didn’t notice anything strange.

“He was sent to the principals office. I’m just his guide.” Dylan said to the lady in the front desk of the office.

“Yes, like every other time.” It was clear Dylan has been sent to the office for his anger problems many times before, and she was well aware why he was here again. “You know the room. He’ll be in after his meeting.”

The boys sat on the chairs in the principals office. Dylan was more calm now. Jack became more fidgety. He kept shifting in his seat.

“Dude, chill. It’s just the principal.”

“I know.” Jack crossed his legs and squirmed some more. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself. All the bathroom lines had been too long during lunch and the school has a no bathroom break rule during class time. He’d had to go ever since.

Ten minutes past and Jack was still incredibly desperate. He couldn’t stay still.

“What the fuck is with you?” Dylan said. “We wouldn’t be in here if you weren’t so anxious.”

The principal finally came in to stop another spiel of bickering. “Alright boys. What’s the problem?”

“Jack kept kicking my seat and wouldn’t stop.”

“Did you apologize to him?” The principal looked at Jack.

“Why does everyone care about apologies. They mean nothing from this guy. He still wouldn’t stop after that.”

“Let him speak Dylan.”

“Yeah, I don’t mean to kick him. I’m just usually fidgety.” Jack was holding his crotch as he spoke. He felt like he was on the verge of pissing himself and just wanted to get out of there and be alone.

“You’re not usually like this.” Dylan says. “You’re always quiet and chill. That’s why I likED you sitting behind me.”

“It’s just an off day.” Jack struggled to come up with an excuse.

“I think this has an easy solution.” The principal says. “We’ll get Mrs. Dubershy to move the seating arrangement.”

“No!” Jack panicked. “They’re fine. I’ll stop.” He didn’t want to stop sitting behind Dylan. He liked that he could watch his back without him knowing.

Dylan said nothing.

“It’s up to you.” They were looking at each other as Jack started to lose his hold. The gripping helped none. He squirmed again but his jeans started to turn a darker shade. The seat cushion below him became damp.

The others hadn’t noticed anything until Jack couldn’t stop his flow and it splattered on the floor beneath him.

Dylan turned his head at the noise. His eyes widened a bit. He realized what was really going on. “We can keep our seating. I think the problem is solved.”

“Do you have a change of clothes?” The principal asked.

Jack was on the verge of tears. His face was bright red. “No.”

“He can borrow my gym shorts.” Dylan stepped in.”

“Can I just call home?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, you can wait for your mom in here.”

“Can I wait with him?” Dylan asked. “I won’t do more work anyway.”

The principal sighed. “Okay.” He left them to call home.

“I’m sorry.” Dylan said.

Jack was still embarrassed, but he had finally stopped moving around.

“Will you not tell anyone, please?”

“I won’t.”

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Beach day

“Do you guys wanna go back in the water now?”

“Nah I wanna dry off before we leave.” Jake said. He was sitting cross legged on a towel next to Amy. She was laying down, with her back to the sun.

“Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing then?”

“Shut up and enjoy the sun Aaron.” Amy teased.

Aaron reached into his tote bag and tossed out his empty water bottle onto his sandy towel. He found the sun block and squirted some on his arms and legs. “I wish I could tan.” he said while rubbing.

Aaron wiped the rest of the sunscreen off on his swim trunks. They were still damp from the ocean. He grabbed his phone from his bag and started scrolling through social media. He wanted to leave for home. It was a fun day but he was tired.

Amy flipped over and sat up. “Do you guys wanna head back now? I think if I lay any more I’ll burn.”

“Yeah, even my bathing suit is dry now.”

Aaron blushed. “Mine was soaked, can we stay a little longer? I don’t want to get the car seat wet.”

“No way dude. It can’t be more then a little damp. You’re fine.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay.”

Amy stood up and grabbed her towel. She shook it off and bunched it in her bag.

“You gonna pack your bag?” Jake said while getting his shoes on. Amy slipped her sandals on.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry.” Aaron sat still but reached for his bag and put the stray items inside. “You guys can meet me at the car if you want.”

“No dude, it’s alright. Just hurry up.”

Aaron blushed and stuffed the rest of his things in his bag. His friends watched.

“Let’s go.” Aaron said. He stood up and was ready to bolt, hoping his friends would lead the way.

“Woah.” Jake said. “The sand underneath you got so wet!” There was a round patch of darker coloured sand where Aaron had been sitting.

“I guess it couldn’t dry under me.” Aaron chuckled nervously. The crotch of his swim trunks dripped beneath him.

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First plane ride alone

Max sat uncomfortably wedged in between a bigger guy in the aisle seat and a pretty girl looking out the window. It was his first time flying alone. He had been on a plane for summer vacation when he was a kid. His parents had been with him then, holding his ticket and telling him which seat number to sit in. Now, at 19, Max was an adult and could fly without their help. He planned the trip to see his internet friend all on his own.

Max and Jake had been friends for three years. They met on Instagram through a mutual friend they both knew in person. Ever since meeting each other they talked practically every day and started gaming together. Jake was Max’s best friend. He saved up his money to take a flight to see him for two weeks.

Just before boarding the plane Jake texted him to ask what time he needed to be at the airport for in order to pick him up. Max was sitting alone, waiting for the announcement to board. He texted back saying around five. The flight was only 4 hours long.

He had to pee back then too. It was probably the water he drank before the security check. He didn’t want to be thirsty on the flight but didn’t want to buy anything after passing through either. He was waiting close to the boarding doors and the estimated time to board was approaching. He didn’t want to risk missing the flight just because he was in the bathroom. Looking back, the line would have stalled enough time for him to go but he hadn’t realized how many people were getting on his plane. The bathroom was also located a good distance away.

His urge wasn’t that bad. He thought he could hold it for the whole flight. Now his bladder was aching. It’s only one hour until the plane reaches it’s destination. Max has been trying to scrape up some courage to ask the man next to him to get up so he could reach the toilet on the plane. He’d been too scared to ask for the past half hour. He’s had headphones in and looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered.

Max makes a subtle leg movement in his seat. The plane is small and old. The people next to him probably feel the small jiggles in their seats. Max is nervous and sweaty. He doesn’t care so much about the big guy but it’s embarrassing that the girl next to him might know he has to pee as bad as he does.

His legs are cramped but still a bit open. His dick twitches. On an inhale of breath he rests his hands on his thighs, rubbing them down his blue jeans to dry off some sweat. He thinks again about asking the man to move. He looks behind him, in between the seats, and sees a woman waiting in front of the toilet. He’ll ask once she’s gone. He just needs to occupy himself until then.

It feels like he could pee his pants any second. At this point he’s grasping himself and trying not to whimper. He leaks in his underwear. It’s the final straw. He needs to ask now or he’ll end up wetting his seat. It’s better to embarrass himself by squirming his way to the back of the plane rather than soak his pants for everyone to see.

He’s about to tap the mans shoulder when a ding is heard. The seatbelt sign got turned on. The plane is landing. How cliché could his luck get? He can’t hold this until they got to the ground. Jake will be waiting at the baggage claim. What if he can’t find a bathroom before then?

His bladder is ready to burst. Maybe he should just accept it? He pulls his shirt over his crotch as far as it will go down. He still holds on, making those small squirming movements frequently. Inevitably he doesn’t last forever. His piss spurts out unwillingly. His jeans turn dark and he can feel warmth underneath his bottom. His face gets hotter.

He fiddles with his shirt again, trying to cover the growing wet patch. The thought of looking around to see anyone notice the mess he’s making terrifies him. What’s most embarrassing his knowing that this won’t dry by the time he meets Jake in person for the first time.

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Locked out after Christmas shopping

It’s starting to get cloudy. It was such a wonderful day. Rare sunlight in the winter. Katie and her mom were doing some early Christmas shopping. She wanted to surprise her dad with a special gift. He lived 2 hours away but they were going to drive to his house the day before Christmas eve. Katie was feeling so festive that she got her step mom something too.

They carried the bags out of the mall. Her and her mom threw their cups in the trash. They both had a candy cane frappuccino. They sipped as they browsed items. The large size lasted them the whole time shopping.

The girls put the bags in the trunk of the car. In the passenger seat, Katie took off her coat. Her thick parka rested behind her, like a back pillow. Her mom had the heat turned all the way up but she was sweating. She cooled down eventually.

They were almost home and katie was thankful. She had begun to need the bathroom. It was subtle, but she could feel her pressing bladder.

Katie’s mom pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex. Instead of parking she idled near the entrance.

“Would you mind if I went back out? I still need to shop for you.”

“Yeah, of course.” Katie grinned at the thought someone buying presents for her. She felt like a kid again.

“You’ll bring in your dad’s things right?”

As Katie got out she said yes then said her good bye just before closing the trunk door. She carried the two bags inside the first set of doors. She plopped them down so she could reach in her pocket for her keys. Nothing.

It dawned on her that she left her coat in the car. Her heart sunk. She quickly turned to look out the doors. Her mom was already gone.

She patted all her pockets, not just for her keys but also a phone. That too was left in her coat. She was locked out.

All she could do was wait for someone to either come home or leave. They’d let her in. She stayed hopeful and standing but no one came. She felt stupid now for leaving her coat like that. Maybe her mom would notice and come back for her? No, she wouldn’t think her daughter left her keys in her coat.

Katie looked at the key pad. She could call one of her neighbours to buzz her in. The only problem was that she didn’t know who was home. It was still mid-day. People were at work. Lot’s of people would show up around 5. She just had to wait it out.

She sat down next to the shopping bags with her knees facing up. Time felt so slow. Her bladder was aching now. She pressed on her crotch. She started to worry what it would mean if she was waiting for much longer. She already had to go quite bad.

She stood up again and contemplated giving someone a ring. The thought of doing it made her anxious. She didn’t want to. Standing up again put more pressure on her bladder. She bounced, holding herself. It’s better to try to call someone than have wet pants she thought.

She typed in the code for her the woman who lived next door to her. It rang and rang. No answer. She felt defeat. The pulsating feeling in her made her try someone else. It was no use. She felt like a fool. She slumped back down to the floor.

It was getting harder and harder to hold. Her hand kept pressing her crotch. She crossed her legs. At one point she even sat on her knees, tilted to one side, to hold it. She just wished someone would come through the doors.

Her head was in her hands, looking down. Her knees were up but still pressed tight. She heard the door open and shot her head up to look. A man walked in.

“Alfred!” She felt relief. She got up from the ground.

“Katie,” her neighbour nodded. “What are you doing here?”

“I got locked out. Can you please let me in?”

“Of course. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just a long wait for someone to come.”

Al smiled at her. He unlocked the door as Katie picked up her bags. He was carrying one of his own. It smelled like dinner. Katie realized she hadn’t eaten for awhile.

The two stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to climb down. Katie squirmed. It was like she was running in place but her feet never lifted off the ground.

They both got in the elevator. Al got off a floor before her. She thanked him on his way out. When the elevator door closed she could squirm more shamelessly. It felt like she was about to burst.

Lucky for her she wasn’t also locked out of her unit. The apartment was safe enough that her and her mom rarely locked the door. Only at times when they would be gone the entire day. Katie rushed inside. She dropped the bags right at the door and made a beeline for the bathroom.

The rush of needing to go and being so close made it harder to hold. She had to stop right outside the door to bend down and hold herself. She gained control again and went inside. Pee came out just as she peeled her black leggings down. They got a little wet, and her panties got more wet, but she made it. A stream hit the bowl loudly.

What an awful time that was. Never again will she forget her keys like that.

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could you write chris omorashi of total drama??? Pleeeeasseeeee I mean, With no wet Just desesperation And almost wet ;p

I hated this lol. Did you request this because you knew I wouldn’t like it? Jk. But seriously I think it’s the cringiest thing I’ve written. Hopefully it’s okay for you.

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“Welcome to Total Drama Island. I’m your host, Chris McLean. We’re coming at you live!” Chris looks over the camera mans shoulder. “Can we go to commercial break?”

The crew looks at him like he’s lost his mind. They just started filming. It’s time to introduce the contestants as well as explain the island a bit.

“No? Okay!” Chris chuckles dryly. He shifts his stance. “Let’s show off this island.”

Chris waddles over to the shacks. “This here is where the contestants will be sleeping. They each share a bunk bed.” He continues nervously, “If they need to use the bathroom at night they’re out of luck. The bathrooms are located in a separate shack pretty far from here.”

It’s time to move on to the main area where all the challenges take place. Chris walks over and the camera man follows him. He explains the area once again.

It’s almost time for commercial break. Chris finishes up his final spiel. The crew lets him know he’s off air. Chris sighs and is ready to make his way to the bathroom. He drank a whole bottle of water right before going on TV and it went right through him!

He’s ushered in the opposite direction by more crew. “You need to tell the contestants how to come out!”

He tried arguing but they didn’t listen. There wasn’t much time in between commercial breaks. Before he knew it the contestants were set in a line and he had a camera in front of him.

“And we’re back! It’s time to meet Beth.” Chris squirms while introducing her. Up next is DJ. As time passes Chris becomes more and more fidgety. He just hopes no one on TV notices. When it’s Duncan’s turn he accidentally grabs himself. Just a quick tug to his cargo pants. The camera should be above his stomach. Duncan doesn’t say anything. He’s in the clear.

That is until the next contestant. He feels himself leak. He knows for sure there’s a wet patch on his pants. Luckily no one’s saying anything. Maybe even teenagers know what it’s like being on live TV.

Chris keeps squirming. He can hold out until the next break. A small patch will dry in the sun. Soaking his pants would be way more damage.

Finally the crew cuts to commercials. Chris isn’t letting anyone stop him this time. He starts fast walking to the bathroom. He doesn’t want to bring suspicion so he only runs when no one’s in sight anymore. He holds himself and swears. He feels himself leaking again.

Chris swings the shack door open and runs up to the toilet. He unzips his pants as fast as he can while still gripping the tip of his dick. He releases a torrent into the bowl, seconds away from not making it. He sighs with relief.

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Okayy so you don’t have to write this if you’re unfamiliar with Zelda BOTW but...I would love an omo fanfic where Link is visiting Sidon in Zora’s domain and since there are no toilets there Link is trying SO hard to hold it but he can’t until him and Sidon are alone in a secluded location and he can finally let go. Bonus points if Link cries after and Sidon comforts him

I know nothing about zelda but i tried something with a bit of help from wiki’s. Sorry it’s inaccurate and terrible :(

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“Are you sure you shouldn’t use the bathroom before we leave?” Sidon asks.

“I’m okay.” Link is a little frustrated he’s being asked. He’s an adventurer which means he can hold more than any prince ever could.

“The journey is longer than you think.”

Link second guesses his decision. He does feel some pressure down below. Sidon doesn’t offer again. Instead he picks up the bag they had packed and starts leaving.

“Wait up!” Link calls. They’re half way up the mountain. Link has been trailing behind since the beginning. Sidon was right about two things. The journey is long and he really should’ve used the bathroom before going. He didn’t know when he’d get the chance to use it. All he knew is that he had to hold it.

It was difficult slaying beasts with a full bladder. At least when he made wrong moves and had to grab himself with his free hand Sidon was ahead of him instead of watching.

Link was practically overflowing when they reached Zora’s Domain. He had to keep his composure in front of the King.

Sidon nudged Link’s arm with his own. “Are you okay?” He whispered.

Link wished everything was alright. He didn’t want to tell Sidon why he was squirming so much. He was about to overflow and didn’t know what to do. He had to say what was up.

“I really have to pee. Right now. Please help?” His voice was as desperate as his need to go. His throat felt thick.

Sidon wasn’t shocked at all. It made sense. “Come with me.” He finished whispering to Link then brought attention to himself. “Excuse us.” He said loudly. He took Link’s arm and guided him away. They were alone now.

“There’s no bathroom here?” Link asked.

“It’s okay. Just go.”

“I-“ Link was holding his crotch with both hands. His legs were bent inwards. He didn’t want to give in but his body wasn’t letting him have his way. It was too much. Small drops of liquid fell. Link started to tear up. He felt helpless and let loose. The drops turned into a heavy stream.

Sidon touched Link’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know how far it was. You held a long time.”

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Something Lost, Something Gained P.2

Last one

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The boys kissed again and again. Noah had never felt happier. “Can we date?” He asked.

“I want to,” Isaac said “but I’m not sure how other people will react to me being bi. Can we keep that between us? For now at least.”

Noah agreed. Coming out to his parents was awful. They became more accepting, but it took time. Them and his sister were the only people he ever told. He kept a straight persona up around everyone at school because it was easier. There was never a reason for them to know he was gay before. If Isaac didn’t want to come out, he understood that. He just hoped the two of them could still have a private relationship.

Isaac woke up first in the morning. He changed his clothes and finished the laundry from last night before Noah got up. He tossed Noah’s washed clothes on top of the sleepy boys face and tugged one of his feet under the cover. “Wake up and get changed while I go get us breakfast.”

Noah rubbed his eyes. He was all changed and had already texted his mom that he had left extra early for school by the time Isaac came back with 4 slices of toast on a plate, the entire jar of jam, and a whole carton of orange juice. He laughed. “My mom got mad at me for not grabbing a glass.” then he imitated her voice “Where are you going with all that?! Is this what puberty does to boys your age?”

Noah laughs too “She has no idea.”

They ate and drank then brushed their teeth together in the bathroom once finished. Noah used his finger. They rinsed with mouthwash and fixed their hair in the mirror.

“You have to go out the window again. I’ll meet you at the bus stop, okay?”

Noah nodded and Isaac helped him down. Isaac took the plate, and leftover jam and drink to the kitchen. He stopped into the guest bathroom to pee and remembered Noah hadn’t gone. He’d be okay though. They were only going to school. He grabbed his book bag and said good bye to his mom then ran to meet Noah at the bus stop.

Isaac was glad nothing had changed between them. He always knew something was off about the way Noah talked about girls but it was such a relief to know his instincts were right and that Noah liked him back. They went to class as normal and the day went on.

They both had math first period. They were in high school yet their math teacher still used seating arrangements. Noah and Isaac were both at the front of the class but on opposite sides.

Noah raised his hand. “Excuse me, can I have a pen and paper for notes? I left mine at home.” The girl next to him said she didn’t have any extra even though she clearly brought a tree worth of paper and pens in every colour to the class.

“It’s not my job to supply you with things. Copy what you remember from today when you get home.” The teacher started the lesson and said no further to Noah. Someone near the back of the class had passed some sheets and a pencil forward. They reached Noah and he mouthed his thanks. High school isn’t always terrible. Mean teachers can bring some students together.

Noah copied as many notes as he could. Math wasn’t his best subject. The formula’s were so tedious. His page ended up looking like chicken scratch at the end of the lesson.

“You can practice for the remainder of the class. Questions 1-6. Do them for homework if you don’t finish.”

“Miss?” Noah got the teachers attention once again. “I don’t have my textbook either.”

“Share with Becky. It’s not my problem.” The girl next to Noah gave him a sour look as she pushed her open textbook slightly in between them.

The questions were hard. Noah could barely even read them because the book wasn’t close enough to him. He was scared to move it even for a second to get a better look. He got through the first question but was stuck on the second one. He thought about asking for help but realized a bathroom break would do him more good. The break in note taking made the ache in his bladder feel more prominent. He hadn’t peed since it was done in his pants last night. His face flushed red with embarrassment. He didn’t want that to happen again. He raised his hand.

“Yes?” The teacher asked. She was sitting at her computer looking back at her screen.

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

Isaac popped his head up from his work and looked over at Noah. He looked fine. His legs weren’t tight together.

“You came into class unprepared and have been staring into space for the past 5 minutes. Class is almost over. I want to see some questions done.”

Noah would’ve argued he was having trouble with them but the whole class was listening. He just nodded and grabbed his pencil to pretend he was solving something.

Isaac watched from across the room. He saw Noah’s legs tighten and wondered if the knowledge of not being allowed to go made the need worse.

The next 10 minutes were painful. Noah tried hard not to grab himself in class. He just wanted to rush to the bathroom as soon as the bell rang. He wished he had noticed how badly he had needed to go early. Maybe if he had asked at the beginning of class the teacher would’ve let him go.

The bell was going to ring soon. He’d get his relief in a couple minutes. He just had to dash past the room and out towards the mens room in the hall. It wasn’t far. He knew what standing up did to him last night though. He worried he wouldn’t make it. It was embarrassing enough to wet himself in front of his crush last night. Now at school too? Everyone would laugh. And if Isaac saw that a second time, would he still like him?

The bell finally rang and students started gathering their things up, including Isaac. Noah grabbed the pencil and papers in his left hand and started to fast walk out of the classroom. He didn’t want to bring too much suspicion by running. He was almost through the door when he leaked in his jeans. He stuck his right hand on his crotch to stop the flow. Isaac was at the perfect seat to see a wet patch on Noah’s pants before he was the first student to exit the classroom.

Noah ran through the halls holding himself. The students gave him strange looks as he maneuvered past them and into the bathroom. He danced on the spot in front of the urinal. He couldn’t let go to unzip himself. Maybe if he went in a stall he could shimmy his pants down?

He locked the door, dropping his papers to the floor. He leaked again. His pants were dark. He started to cry. Everyone would see he wet himself. He couldn’t hold on any longer. The rest of his pee drenched his jeans. It followed the same trail as before. Noah stood in defeat before the toilet. A small pool of urine was underneath him.

He heard his phone ding. Isaac had texted him. “Are you okay?” It read.

Noah typed out an honest answer in between sniffles. “No.”

“I’m coming.” Isaac texted back.

Soon enough Isaac was in the bathroom and standing in front of the stall with an obvious puddle. “Let me in.”

Noah opened the door. He was completely vulnerable. Isaac stepped in the stalls puddle and locked them both in. “I’m sorry” he said. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten ready at your own house this morning.”

Noah knew none of this was Isaac’s fault. Both incidents were his own stupid issues. He tried to tell Isaac but he couldn’t stop crying. He eventually muttered out something different. Something he’d been wondering since Isaac knew he had wet himself again. “Do you still like me?”

Isaac was taken aback. “Yes I still like you.” He grabbed Noah’s wet cheeks and lifted his head so his teary eyes would face him. “God, you’re even more attractive when you’re like this.” He kissed him.

Noah’s face turned a different shade of red. “Someone might hear us.”

“Don’t worry, everyone’s in class.” It was silent for a moment, other than Noah’s soft sniffles. “We should leave before the next bell.”

“I can’t go out like this. I can’t even go home. My mom will see.”

Isaac thought for a second then started to undo his own pants. “My parents are at work. They won’t notice if I go home to change. You can stay at school if you want. I’ll see you at lunch.”

“What? You’re switching pants with me?” Noah couldn’t believe Isaac volunteered to do this. Then he saw the large bulge on his friends briefs when he lowered his pants. His heart fluttered.

“Can you try to dry some of the leg with the hand dryer? I think I can cover the rest with my bag.”

Noah did his best then handed the pants back to Isaac over the stall. “I’ll see you at lunch then?” He said through the door.

Isaac opened up wearing the wet jeans and smiling. “You know, It feels like we’re old and married now.”

Noah blushed. Isaac continued. “This is crazy what we’re doing.”

“You’re the crazy one for doing this for me. Thank you.”

“I’m just doing what any boyfriend would.”

Noah laughed. “No boyfriend would do this.” He felt amazing as Isaac kissed him and left the bathroom waddling with his book bag covering his crotch. His crush just called them boyfriends.

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Something Lost, Something Gained. P.1

This was inspired by @oakleywaterserotica ‘s day 9 of omovember story. It was so cute so I wrote my own.

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The McDonald’s in Dagner Park was always vacant at night. Noah wondered how they made enough money to keep it open for 24 hours. Maybe it was his and Isaac’s frequent visits. Each boy lives about a 5 minute walk away from the restaurant. It was their honorary hang out spot. They could sneak out late on a school night and talk about girls while sharing a pack of fries. Well, it was mostly Isaac who talked about girls. Noah only said enough to make it believable he was straight and didn’t have a crush on his best friend.

Tonight they had a coupon. One free McChicken when you buy a meal. Isaac called Noah at Ten. He was about to hop in the shower when the phone rang.

“You hungry?” Isaac asked.

Noah had already eaten dinner but would never pass up an opportunity to see Isaac. He changed his shirt and freshened up the spikes in his hair before heading out. He still made it to their table first. He didn’t wait long before the caller arrived looking as attractive as ever.

He got a little too excited watching Issac walk towards him. His pants hung loose around his hips and he was waving the coupon while smiling bright. It made Noah increasingly aware of his lower half. Isaac sat down in front of him. Soon he calmed down but a new sensation was felt in his bladder. He had to get to the bathroom. He didn’t want to stop listening to Isaac’s beautiful voice though. He held it for awhile then they started talking about getting the food.

“Will you order for me? I don’t want to get up.” Noah said.

“Why?”

He looked away from Isaac’s eyes. “I’m just tired.”

Noah laughed. “You mean lazy.”

“Hey, it’s late.” he called out as Isaac walked to the counter.

Noah grasped the outside of his pants when Isaac was far enough away. He really had to go. It felt like it came on so suddenly but when he thought about it, he hadn’t taken a piss since lunch time. He normally used the toilet before his showers.

There were bathrooms in the restaurant but he thought if he got up this moment he might wet himself. He just needed to contain himself long enough to run to the room and back. He didn’t want Isaac to see him go though. Especially not after he claimed being too tired to get up just seconds ago. He could hold it for awhile longer.

Isaac came back with a tray of food. Two burgers, a large fries, and a large coke. Noah sat in a way that pressed against his dick while they ate. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but it held his bladder well. He was even able to forget the sensation a few times as they joked over their teachers. There was one instance where he laughed a little too hard and leaked but no real damage was done. He knew there was nothing wet past his boxers.

Their burgers were finished and all that was left were the fries and coke. Noah hadn’t touched the drink at all.

“Help me finish this.” Isaac said after taking a long swig. The cup still looked pretty heavy. Noah guessed it was about half full.

“I’m not thirsty.”

“You gotta be after these salty fries.”

“I’m not.” Noah shrugged. The fries were really salty but he could do without washing them down. He didn’t need to add more to the bladder he should’ve emptied long ago. How could he excuse himself from Isaac though?

The fries were down to the crispy runts at the bottom of the packet. Isaac was still sipping on the remaining coke.

“I know it’s a school night but maybe you could sleep over? Just sneak in with me. Your mom won’t notice you’re gone in the morning, right? She leaves before you’re even up.”

Noah’s heart melted. He loved sleeping over at Isaac’s house. They always played video games in his room until the sun rose. It only happened on weekends. They had never had a sleepover on a school night before.

“Yeah.” Noah said eagerly. He wasn’t thinking about the repercussions of getting caught.

Isaac smiled. “Let’s get out of here then.”

“Oh. Uh...” Noah’s problem came back into his mind. “Let me just use the bathroom first. Do you mind putting everything in the trash?”

“I gotta go too.”

Noah cursed in his head. His whole plan was for Isaac to turn towards the trash cans at the other side of the restaurant as he sprinted towards the stalls. He couldn’t have Isaac in the bathroom with him when he peed. He knew the sound would be louder than normal. It would be too embarrassing.

“On second thought, I’ll take the trash. You go and I’ll go at your place.”

“You sure?”

Noah nodded. Isaac got up and left. Noah got up too and gravity did it’s thing. He crossed his legs and collected the garbage. The walk to the trash cans was painful. The walk to Isaac’s would be painful too. It ended up being a much different painful than Noah was imagining though. Right as he reached the trash cans, his bladder let loose on him. His jeans grew a dark patch around his crotch and a stream down his right leg. He held himself trying to stop the disaster but it kept coming out. His face was a bright red. Isaac was going to come out of the bathroom any second. His crush would see he wet his pants.

Noah contemplated his options. He could run home, ditching Isaac. He thought about excuses he could tell him the next day about why he left. He thought too long because Isaac returned before Noah had even moved an inch. His hand was still gripping his soaked crotch.

“Are you okay?” Isaac asked. His face was twisted. Noah couldn’t tell if he was confused or disgusted. Tears welled in his eyes. He felt like a child and the boy he loved was watching his meltdown.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got dirty clothes so I need to start a load anyway.” Isaac said it so casually.

Noah blinked. A tear rolled down his cheek. He was surprised. Isaac still wanted Noah to come over even though he wet himself? He really was the sweetest.

The boys walked back to Isaac’s house. It was pretty quiet other than some sniffles on Noah’s part.

They climbed in through the window. Isaac took Noah’s hand to help hoist him up even though he knew Noah hadn’t washed it since touched his wet pants.

Isaac grabbed some shorts from his dresser drawer and handed them to Noah. “You can go take a shower if you want. Put your clothes in the basket.”

“Your parents won’t think it’s weird that you’re showering at one in the morning?”

“Nah. They probably won’t wake up.”

Noah nodded and headed for the bathroom. Isaac was lucky to have his own attached right to his bedroom. He took his clothes off and put them in the basket like Isaac said to. He washed quickly and got out, putting on the pyjama shorts Isaac gave him. It was arousing to wear Isaac’s clothing with no underwear on underneath.

Noah left the bathroom. Isaac was sitting on his bed playing Call of duty. He handed the remote to Noah and went to grab the laundry basket.

“Sorry.” Noah said. He felt terrible Isaac was washing his soaked clothes.

“Don’t worry about it.” He left the room.

Noah sat up in Isaac’s bed and continued where the game was left off. He didn’t know if he should start making the makeshift bed on the floor with blankets that he usually slept in when he was over for the night.

When Isaac got back he turned off the lights. It was just the TV glare now. He pulled his shirt over his head and got in the bed next to Noah.

Noah didn’t know what to do. “Lay down.” Isaac said. He was laying on his right side. Noah did the same after turning off the game. They were almost spooning if it wasn’t for the bit of space between them.

It was quiet for a moment then Noah spoke up. “Why did you invite me over tonight?”

Isaac turned around. They were facing each other in the darkness. Isaac pressed his soft lips against Noah’s. He answered after the kiss. “I like you.”

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I haven’t posted in awhile...

I had some errands to run in the city. I live close enough to take the bus but the ride was still long. Because it’s further out and not many people take this bus they only have one running the route. That means the bus only comes every hour. It’s painful to miss.

Today I had an appointment so I left my house early to ensure I wouldn’t miss it. My reminders app told me when to leave. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door right away. It’s only a ten minute walk to the stop. It was a bit chilly out but overall a nice day. I didn’t wait too long before the bus came. I showed my pass and got on. All the seats were taken so I stood with my legs apart and hands holding onto the overhead bar.

About half way through the ride I felt my bladder. I realized I should’ve used the bathroom before I left. I usually use it before I go anywhere but this time my brain was preoccupied worrying about not missing the bus. I didn’t have to go too bad and knew I could stop at a shop near where I was going at any time.

I got off at my stop and started walking to my appointment. It was a check on my eyes. I don’t wear glasses but get an appointment every couple years. Both of my parents have poor eyesight so it’s surprising my eyes have been fine so far. Everything was great and I was out of there shortly. I wanted to find a bathroom now. I never liked waiting to go.

Most places on this street were tiny shops. I had no idea which ones had bathrooms. Even ones that did might be restricted to staff only. I knew for sure that the sandwich shop a few minutes down had one. It was a large chain and I’ve been there enough times to know where their room is. I started my walk.

I didn’t feel comfortable asking for the bathroom key without buying anything. It felt rude. I got in line. I wasn’t hungry as I had eaten lunch before leaving my house so I ordered a smoothie.

“Will that be cash or card?” The cashier asked. I showed her my card and asked for the key while typing in my code.

“There’s someone in there right now. Wait by the door they should be out soon.”

I thanked her and left to the next counter where they serve the orders. I sipped my drink in front of the bathroom door. I finished half of it just waiting there. I was getting a little fed up but it was a family bathroom. There could be multiple people in there using it. Like a kid and his mom. I waited longer and thought about knocking but was too shy. I was worried about my situation. I still didn’t have to pee super bad but needed to tighten my muscles every couple minutes. I knew the drink wouldn’t help at all.

I left the sandwich shop and figured I’d do my next errand and find a bathroom there. I had to buy printer ink. The store for office supplies was further away so I got on another bus. Luckily there were seats this time. I crossed my legs and set my purse on top. My drink had already been thrown out. It was too cold outside to finish and besides, I didn’t want to bring unnecessary food on the bus.

I bought the ink just fine but their bathroom had been for staff only. My next stop was a candy shop down the street. It was new and I wanted to check it out. I’m someone with a big sweet tooth. I hoped they’d have a bathroom there as there wasn’t much time before my bus home would come across the street.

The shop was a lot smaller than I had anticipated. It was busy too. No bathrooms or even a seat to eat my sweets. The bus was coming soon anyway. I crossed the street to the bus stop. I really had to go and thought about waiting an hour for the next one. It was soon supper time though. I had to get home. I squeezed my legs and kept waiting.

It came and was full. I stood again with my legs apart. My state was so much worse than when I first left. I really wanted to cross my legs but the ride had too many turns. Eventually I got desperate and started to hold myself with one hand while the other held onto the bar. I really had to go.

The lady sitting near me could see my problem. Anyone not on their phone could. She offered her seat to me. I lost my dignity for a moment but accepted thankfully. It was much easier to hold myself sitting down with my legs crossed. Still the jolts of the bus had me leak a couple times in my pants. I hoped no spots would be left on the seat or my pants bottom.

I made it to my stop mostly dry. My underwear was damp but when I checked the seat there was nothing so I was pretty sure my pants were good too.

I was so close to relief in my own home. I squirmed the entire walk home. I was out in public with cars passing by. It was humiliating the times I had to stop just to crouch and hold myself. I finally got home and noticed my husband back from work. The car was in the driveway. I came in and headed straight for the bathroom. It was locked.

“Honey?” I said desperately. “You in there?” I already knew the answer. I could hear his own stream hitting the bowl. I lost control. I bent down holding my crotch. It wasn’t enough. My pee escaped and formed a puddle on the ground right in front of the bathroom door.

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Sorry if this isn't the correct way to request, but I have an idea for a scenario: Two best friends are at the mall (Character A is female and Character B is male). Throughout the shopping, both characters are desperate, but neither of them show it. Character A is ready to go, but Character B asks if they can look for a bathroom before they leave. Character A doesn't like public bathrooms and wants to get home as soon as possible. It's up to you which they do, but only one of them can make it.

I switched up the character’s roles a bit and uhh, didn’t follow the prompt straight on. Hopefully it’s okay still.

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Hayley shuffles through the clothing rack at Forever 21. Each piece seen is thought to be cute until she pulls it out and there’s a random design on the front. Her friend, Ryan, is standing behind her holding the shirts that aren’t so wacky in his right hand. So far there’s a red tube top, a striped long sleeve, and a normal tee. His left arm is a rack of different sorts. It holds shopping bags. Two of which are Hayley’s but the third is his own.

They thought shopping together would be a fun thing to do but ever since the fourth store Ryan’s been complaining. He loves hanging out with Hayley but he never thought he’d be holding so much stuff and be running around to so many different stores. The difference in gender makes their style tastes different as well. After finishing the drink they both ordered at the food court the day became extremely boring. He’s been whining to go ever since.

“Can we leave already?”

Hayley repositions the hanger of the shirt she was just looking at. “Yeah, there’s nothing here anyway. I’ll try these on and we can head for my place.”

Ryan hadn’t needed to try any clothes on. He knows his size in everything. The two walk to the changing rooms. Ryan crosses his feet while waiting outside the curtain. He needs to pee pretty bad. It’s nothing he can’t handle though.

Behind the curtain Hayley squirms too. She presses her crotch in between trying on the shirts. She hadn’t wanted to do that in front of Ryan. She would’ve gone to the restroom earlier but wanted to keep shopping. They’d go before leaving.

All three shirts fit her. She pushed the curtain aside. Ryan stood straight when he saw her.

“They fit.” She said.

“Okay. Go pay and then we’ll leave right?” He was growing more and more impatient with his bladder.

“Yeah, I just have to use the restroom first.”

Ryan groaned. “Can’t you wait until we’re back?” He wanted to get the hell out of the mall. Even though he needed to use it too, he hated public restrooms. The urinals had barely any privacy and that stalls were always disgusting.

The way Ryan worded the question made Hayley feel like a child. She’d been holding it for a long time and didn’t know if she could continue for the half hour drive home. She didn’t want to feel weak though. “Fine.” She said thinking about how at least she wouldn’t be the one driving.

Both struggled in the cashier line. Neither made any noticeable movements though they were both at alarming capacities. Hayley paid then they made their way to the exit.

The shopping bags were put in the trunk. Their drive to Hayley’s house was excruciating. Hayley kept her legs crossed the whole time. Ryan had to lift his hand from the wheel and squeeze himself every so often. Hayley was too busy holding her own self to notice. She leaked half way there. Her mind was racing with embarrassment and what ifs about wetting herself.

Ryan finally parked the car in the drive way. They both got out. They wanted to race for the bathroom but instead went to the trunk to grab the bags. With Hayley’s legs uncrossed it was much harder to hold. She squirmed largely. She pressed her thighs tight and leaned down. Pee spurted out of her pants. She was peeing herself right in front of Ryan. He watched the liquid pool on the pavement. It sent chills to his own bladder. Hayley regained herself and stood back up. She still had to go.

“Sorry.” She blushed.

Ryan didn’t say anything. He felt a little had he had prevented her from going to the restroom earlier. He had no idea she had to go that bad. They grabbed their bags and headed inside. No one was home. They set their bags in Hayley’s bedroom. Before Ryan could say anything about going to the bathroom, Hayley had grabbed a new pair of pants and underwear from her dresser and left the room. “I’m just going to wash up quickly.”

Hayley finished peeing in the bathroom. It felt so amazing to let go completely. She stripped of her wet jeans and turned the bath water on. She wasn’t going to have a complete bath. She only sat and washed her lower half, the area the was itchy with pee.

Ryan stayed in Hayley’s room. He was grasping himself tight. He felt so embarrassed that as soon as Hayley came out of the bathroom he’d have to rush in. She said she’d be quick but it’s already felt so long since she’d been in there.

Ryan was leaking in his pants. It was only small drips but they were coming out every little bit. He couldn’t let go of his dick. He decided to wait outside the bathroom for Hayley. He knocked on the door. “Are you almost done?”

Hayley was putting on her fresh clothes. Her wet ones were already in the basket. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a second.” She called. She opened the door and saw Ryan holding himself. He moved past her and shut the door. He was already peeing in his pants. No liquid showed through but his underwear was soaked. He didn’t bother lifting the seat. He unzipped and took out his dick in a flash. A full stream hit the bowl.

He couldn’t change like Hayley could so he was left with wet underwear. He was just glad nothing came through his pants. He exited the bathroom and returned to Hayley’s room like nothing had just happened.

“Did you make it?” She asked.

His cheeks turned pink. “Yeah.” He lied.

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could you do L from death note wetting himself? (any scenario is fine but bonus points if hes handcuffed to light)

L rocks back in forth in his chair. His feet are perched on the edge of the seat. His chin hovers slightly over his knees.

“Too much soda?” Light asks.

“I don’t drink soda. I only eat sweets.” He winces at the pain in his bladder.

“We can go to the toilet.” The two boys have been handcuffed together for the past few hours. The police have been watching them.

“Not until it’s confirmed that you’re Kira.” L says.

“I’m not Kira. You’re going to piss yourself for nothing.”

“We’ll see about that.” L moves his legs into a normal seating position. He’d never do that if not for his need to grasp himself. He takes his left hand and presses it against his crotch. He knows he’s being watched by the police force which makes it all the more embarrassing.

Light grunts in his seat. They’ve been in this room for a long time. It’s getting tiring. L keeps tugging on the handcuff when he squirms.

Not much more time passes before L’s pants begin to grow damp. A slow patch arises. The liquid drips onto the floor. Light isn’t surprised. He says nothing but tugs his left hand away, bringing L’s hand away from his crotch. L can’t gain back any control with just is own left. He gives up and the rest of his bladder pools onto the floor.

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Ella

Ella tucked her blonde bob behind her ear. She squinted and bent her knees. Her thick thighs pressed against each other. Her comfiest pair of black leggings were a bit worn from all the wears and washes. She could feel the smooth outside of her folds when she pressed against the fabric. She lay a hand on the back of her thigh. It felt just as smooth, or smoother. Big too. Her hand only spanned the bottom crease.

She continued to spring up and down, holding her thighs together. The occasional grunt or hiss escaped in between whimpers. Her hair fell from her ear once again. It wouldn’t stay in place while moving so frequently and looking down at her crotch area. Ella watched as shiny liquid pooled on the cracks of her thighs. It traveled down, following the slant of her legs. More liquid poured under her bottom. It splattered on the tiles.

Ella tried to hold any ounce of piss left in her but all was already too far on it’s way out. Her bladder emptied completely. Pale yellow could be seen in a misshaped puddle beneath her. She stepped forward and fixed her posture. She stood there in shame.

[omowriting]

Return + hang out

The parking lot was packed. Emma managed to find a space further away from the mall. She backed in so that her and her friend would have an easier time leaving. She turned off the car and lifted the emergency brake. Abby placed her Starbucks drink in the cup holder.

“You’re not gonna bring it in?” Emma asked. It’s only the mall. Outside food and drink is allowed.

“Nah. I don’t wanna carry it around.”

“You’re almost done though. You’ll probably finish before we reach the entrance.” Emma chuckled about how far away they had to park. “Besides, it’ll melt in here.”

“Okay, you’re right.” Abby picked up the drink again. The girls squeezed out of the cars. Emma had just enough room between the car behind them in order to retrieve the return item from her trunk. She slammed it shut. “Let’s go!”

Abby slurped her drink all the way to the entrance. Her lips were still pursed around the straw when they made it to the sliding doors. She tried to tell Emma to wait when she spotted a trash can. It came out as “Mm!” Abby ran up to it and sucked back the remaining liquid. She threw away the cup and rejoined Emma at the doors.

The girls found their way easily to the boutique. Emma headed for the customer service desk.

“Hey, do you mind if I look around?” Abby asked.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll probably be awhile.” There was a small line. Emma got in it. Abby left to look at the clothes.

Ten minutes later Emma was up at the front. She put the bag from her trunk on the counter. “I want to return these. I accidentally bought a size too small.”

“Do you have the receipt with you?” The lady asked.

“It’s in the bag.”

The lady took the folded jeans out of the bag and placed them back on the counter. She stuck her hand back in to retrieve the receipt. She looked at it as well as the tag on the jeans and the overall condition of them. “Everything looks good!” She said. “Put your card in here, please.”

Emma shifted her tired legs, putting more weight on the left leg now. She slid her card into the machine. The lady tapped on the computer. Money was sent to Emma and the return was successful.

“Have a nice day.” The lady said.

“You too.” Now she needed to find Abby so they could leave.

Emma roamed the store for a bit. It’s quite large. She eventually found Abby near the sale section. She had a few items draped on her arms. “Finished?” Abby asked when she saw her. Emma nodded.

“Cool. I just need to try these on. Come with me?” They left for the changing rooms.

Abby shoved the curtain to the side showing Emma the top she was wearing. “I know you came just to return those jeans but we should do some more shopping. Don’t you wanna pick out a new pair?”

“Not really. My wardrobe is full. I’m kind of glad I picked out the wrong size. It was like a message from God telling me I had too many clothes.”

“I feel bad for making you wait when I skipped out on waiting for you.”

“Aw, it’s totally fine. I don’t mind waiting.”

“I’ll hurry up anyway.” Abby returned inside the change room. “What did you think of that one?”

“It would look bomb on a date but don’t buy it for casual wear.”

“No boys are calling me. I can be hopeful though.”

Emma shifted her legs again. There were no seats nearby. Abby finished soon. They endured more standing at the check out line.

“Can we go to the bathroom before we leave?” Abby asked while in the line.

They headed there after Abby paid for her clothes. There was quite a line. “I’m so sorry for making you wait for me even longer. I really have to go.”

“Seriously, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Abby gave her a thankful look. They chatted in the line together. Abby talked with her hands which made it very noticeable to Emma when she gave her crotch a squeeze. Emma didn’t say anything and kept listening.

They were now at the front of the line. Abby squirmed, swishing her hips to the sides. It was so subtle but Emma could tell she had to go pretty bad.

Another flush came and a stall door opened. “Can you hold my bag?” Abby said. Emma took it immediately. She didn’t want her friend to stand there squirming any longer. Abby hurried into the stall.

Emma walked off to the side near the sinks. She shifted her legs again. She wanted to be sitting in the car.

Abby returned looking relieved. She washed her hands and took her bag back from Emma. They left the mall and finally got back to the car. Emma drove off smoothly. They were on the highway in no time.

In the car, Emma moved her legs a new type of way. She was still uncomfortable. She ignored it and turned up the radio.

They were almost back to Emma’s house when Abby suggested stopping at the corner store. “We should buy some snacks for tonight. I’ll pay.” Abby bribed her. Emma couldn’t say no and pulled in.

She parked the same as before. They picked out two bags of chips and a package of starbursts. “Grape or Lime?” Abby asked, lifting up two big bottles of soda.

Emma felt something hitch below. “Um, the grape, I guess.”

“Let’s go.” Abby put the lime back on the shelf. They put the snacks on the counter and the cashier rung them up. Emma was acting nervous behind Abby.

They left the store and drove out of the small lot. Emma turned into her subdivision. She was squirming in her seat. She looked down at her own empty Starbucks cup in the holder. She had finished that long before her and Abby got to the mall.

Emma turned into her driveway. She parked nose in instead of backing up like she normally did. “Let’s go back in.” She said.

She helped carry the snacks as Abby already had her clothing bag to bring in. The girls took off their shoes at the entrance. If Emma was alone she would’ve run straight to the bathroom. They brought the snacks to the kitchen. Emma squirmed more as she placed the chips on the counter. They’d go to Emma’s room now and have the snacks later.

Going up the stairs Emma leaked in her pants. The strides made it harder to hold. Luckily she didn’t wet herself. “I’ll meet you in my room.” Emma said hurriedly. The bathroom was in the opposite direction. Emma walked calmly so that Abby wouldn’t suspect anything. Abby had been able to hold it while desperate. She didn’t want her to know she had just leaked.

Emma closed the bathroom door behind her. A but more slipped out as she locked it. She yanked her undies down and sat on the seat. A rush of liquid escaped her. She inspected her pants. They were damp but it was impossible to tell by sight. She sighed with relief. After finishing she washed her hands and went to her bedroom wearing the damp pants.

Abby spoke when she saw Emma “Okay, I know we said we’d have the snacks later but I’m thirsty. It’s late enough. We should crack open the soda.”

[omowriting]

Trouble waking up

Nathan laid on the bed, curled into a ball. He was still asleep while the alarm blared. His roommate finally turned it off. He shook Nathan’s shoulder. “C’mon dude, we gotta go.”

“It’s Saturday.” Nathan mumbled. He had stayed up all Thursday night preparing for his test yesterday. His roommate, Ben, had stayed up too but crashed long before Nathan did. Ben was a lot smarter than Nathan. He didn’t need to study as much. This usually led Nathan to be the tired one. He slept in late on weekends.

“We’re going to miss the subway.”

“Go without me.” Nathan’s voice was now muffled by the pillow. He turned his head into it when Ben opened the window curtains.

“Do I have to drag your bed out of here? You wanted to go as bad as I did. Once you’re up you’ll be wide awake and happy you came.”

Nathan groaned. “Let me sleep.”

“You really need a break from this school. There’s no way you’re not going into town today.” Ben bent over Nathan’s bedside. His knees were at Nathan’s back. “I’m sorry but this is the only ammo I have left.” Ben bent over and began tickling his friends side.

Nathan’s body finally started moving. His eyes opened and he began to involuntarily laugh. His legs frantically moved together and he shot his hands toward his crotch. “Stop, stop!” He shouted. Pee escaped his tired body before Ben removed his hands. A puddle continued to grow on the bed. Nathan’s grey pyjama shorts were obviously soaked. He still lay curled into a ball, his face now red.

“I’m sorry, man.” Ben said. “Didn’t know you had to go.”

Nathan had needed it the night before but was too tired to go to the bathrooms. They were on the other end of the hall.

“I’ll get up.” Nathan said with his head still turned. “I’ll meet you down there. I wanna get ready alone.”

[omowriting]

Klance - Travel Ship Omo

Keith squirmed in his seat. Lance watched his boyfriends slim legs cross over one another frantically.

“It’s okay, babe. We’ll be there soon.”

Team Voltron were on their way to visit a neighbour planet of Daibazaal. It had been abandoned by the Galra Empire because of its small size. A small group of fighters much like the Blade of Marmora now inhabited it. They were hiding in plain sight. The group consisted of traitor Galra and other species. If any ship entered the nearby premises the Galra were to act as if they were holding the others hostage.

The group invited Voltron to visit. They had heard of the coalition and wanted to help. They risked sending information over the communications system. If Galra intercepted the transmission, they would be in trouble. They had huge resources including crucial information about the empire. The risk was worth it. To take precautions they had Voltron leave their Atlas further away. A special ship with armed members were to transfer them to the planet. Coran stayed behind to take care and guard the Atlas. He was also used as a lookout for any Galra ships.

Keith had needed the bathroom as soon as the Atlas arrived at the coordinates. He had been helping Pidge and Shiro decode the last piece as they became close by. He need wasn’t strong then. He only really needed the bathroom when he took a step back to relax after cracking the code. Too quickly the Atlas arrived and fighters were inspecting the ship. They took them one by one onto their own ship, careful of any Galra that may be looking or trying to sneak on the ship.

Keith figured they would wormhole to the planet. After all, that wouldn’t leave a path for anyone to follow. Voltron would arrive at the planet in no time, he could use the bathroom then. He didn’t have much time to think about it as a member took his arm to guide him to the ship.

Keith sat next to lance. Allura was to Lances right. Across from them sat Pidge, Hunk, and Shiro. The ship was small. It made Keith queasy. He quickly realized it wasn’t meant for long travel and there would be no bathroom aboard. He was still relaxed until the ship took off and he realized they wouldn’t be worm holing. This group didn’t have that type of technology. His bladder sunk.

About 15 minutes passed. Keiths bladder felt heavy. His muscles were holding on tight. He whispered his predicament to Lance. The arm wrapped around Keith and resting on his shoulder didn’t flinch. Reassuring words were whispered into his ears.

Voltron had left the Atlas about an hour ago. By now Keith couldn’t stop squirming. Everyone was noticing but no one said anything. Keith curled into Lances arms and grasped his crotch as hard as he could. “It hurts.” He cried.

Pidge watched with wide eyes. She felt bad for him. The rest of the team tried to act like they didn’t know what was going on so Keith wouldn’t feel as embarrassed. Allura had already pretended as if she needed to use the bathroom and asked for a guard to enter their quarters. She asked if they had a bathroom on the ship. Like the team had all assumed, there wasn’t one.

Keith continued to squirm and whimper softly while Lance comfort him. A small leak made a spot on his underwear. It wasn’t visible outside of his suit. He didn’t tell Lance he was about to lose it.

The ship stopped. A member came to tell them to stand and prepare to exit. Keith was so close to relief. He had to hold on until he could find a bathroom. Lance helped him up from the seat. He thought about how embarrassing it’s going to be when the members see him like this.

He stood in line, he was sandwiched between Shiro and Lance. He gripped tight. His left knee was bent in a stance. Lance watched from behind. Keiths tiny ass was just below his own crotch. He felt bad for his boyfriend but he looked as sexy as ever in this state.

Keith felt himself leak again. He knew this time his suit had have to have taken some damage. He didn’t dare look and held on. The members were taking forever to turn off the ship. He just wanted to get off already.

Soon Lance watched as Keiths ass grew a darker shade. Drips came between Keiths legs. A puddle formed underneath him despite his endless squirms to stop the flow.

“Just let it out.” Lance whispered.

Keith felt terrible but knew Lance was right. There was no stopping it anymore. He was wetting himself. He let go and the puddle grew much quicker. Lance took a half empty water bottle. He chugged a quarter and placed it on the ground. Luckily Keith was hydrated. The puddle was light and really looked like a water spill.

“Switch jackets with me.” Lance said while taking his off.

Kieth was confused at first. He looked down at his crotch to see a very obvious wet patch. His jacket only reached his belly button but Lance’s would go past his bottom on him. They switched just in time before a member came and directed them out of the ship. Voltron acted completely normal.

“Sorry about the mess.” Lance said pointing to the ground. “I got thirsty.”

Keith blushed. It was half because he was embarrassed and half because of how amazing his boyfriend is.

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My Jesse OC from Omovember

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Mopping

Imagine someone desperate to pee while mopping. Perhaps they have to do house chores. Maybe it’s a teen whose mom told them to do it right away and before they had a chance to slip into the bathroom. Each wring of the mop makes them more and more desperate. They can barely move the mop through squirming. Eventually they wet themselves and have even more to mop up.