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Would be soooo weird if you made me piss myself in your lap… like sooo weird… like especially if no matter how much I begged you’d tell me to just keep holding till I was a leaky whining mess.. like that would be soooo strange and it would be sooo weird if every time I tried to get up you’d wrap your hands round my waist and push on my bladder as you pulled me back on my lap… like ewwww that’s soooo weird likeee who would even like that..
need to press two fingers inside a girl who’s been holding it for too long and feel exactly how full she is from the inside and tell her how proud i am of her. how well she’s doing. rubbing her clit with my thumb while she tries to manage both at once and kissing her face and telling her she’s perfect. so so perfect. just keep holding a little longer baby. cum for me first.
need a pretty girl sitting on my lap with a full bladder while i rub her pussy until she has an accident on me
touching grass isn’t enough anymore i need to pee in grass
not me giving you a mani-pedi while you're bursting to pee
(hold still, stop squirming)
Where do you think you're going? You peed before bed, you don't need to go. You can wait until morning. It's only a few hours away.
Once you’re diaper dependent, you can’t go back..
updated 9/21
fuckkk.. i couldn’t hold it for even a second longer 😭😭 im so embarrassed that i can’t even go a week without an accident. i guess i really do need diapers :)
Naturally I think about being dommed when I'm holding or being fucked when I'm holding but. Recently my biggest fantasy has been just casual cuddling in bed with a full bladder. Having someone next to me with their arms wrapped around me, knowing they can feel every shiver and twitch and little desperate movement I make against them. Hearing them laughing at me softly when I gasp or whine from how badly I need to pee. Getting teased and tickled across my thighs and stomach, having my bladder pressed on and circled with their fingertips while I bite my lip and moan into their chest. Not being so full that I'm in danger of wetting the bed, but still aching and swollen enough that I can't stifle my embarrassing whimpery noises and bucking hips. Just laying there, cosy and comfortable apart from the throbbing fullness of my bladder, knowing I'm not allowed to get up until they let me. Absolutely dying for a trip to the toilet but at the same time not wanting to leave because they're stroking my hair and kissing me all over and murmuring how cute and pathetic I am. Kept waiting until I can't help but wrap my legs around their thigh and grind helplessly to try and take the edge off, getting worked up and frustrated, still bursting to go. Or something.
“i can’t… i’m so close, i can’t hold it…” her whining desperately. my fingers pumping inside her. knowing her bladder is full. “it’s okay, baby. just relax.” her shaking her head. “no, i have to hold it—” curling my fingers gently. spreading her legs wider. gripping her thigh. “you don’t have to hold anything, sweetheart.” pumping slowly. adding my thumb to her clit. rubbing gentle circles. her gasping. hips moving involuntarily. grinding against my hand. feeling a tiny leak. warmth against my fingers. her eyes going wide. “oh no, i’m sorry—” “shh, baby. it’s okay.” kissing her forehead. not stopping. still pumping. still rubbing. “if you leak, it’s fine.” her whimpering. “but i don’t want to—” speeding up slightly. she leaks more. gasping. “i’m trying so hard—” “i know you are, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” kissing her cheek. moving my free hand to her lower stomach. resting above her pubic bone. pressing down gently on her bladder. her crying out. “please don’t—” leaking more now. warm against my fingers. “there you go, baby.” kissing her again. “you’re being so good.” her grinding desperately. trying to cum before losing control. adding another finger. three now. stretching her. filling her. “oh god—” pumping all three. curling them. pressing her bladder. her moaning. leaking with each thrust. can’t hold it. “i’m leaking, i’m sorry—” “don’t apologize. you’re perfect.” rubbing her faster. three fingers deep. thumb on her clit. hand pressing her bladder. she’s losing control. leaking more. grinding eagerly. “i’m so close but i can’t stop—” “then don’t stop. let go of everything.” curling harder. pressing her bladder more. her crying out. both building. “i’m gonna cum—” “let it all go, baby.” pumping faster. rubbing harder. pressing firmly. her suddenly tensing. back arching. “i can’t hold it—” everything releasing. orgasming hard. clenching tight. moaning. bladder letting go completely. warmth flooding my hand. soaking everything. still cumming. still pissing. “good girl, that’s my good girl.” working her through it. fingers pumping. thumb rubbing. drawing it out. her shaking. gasping. finally slowing. both stopping. body going limp. shaking. carefully pulling out. she’s soaked. hiding her face. “i made such a mess—” “shh, baby.” turning her face gently. kissing her. “you were perfect.” her eyes watering. “really?” “really, sweetheart. so good for me.” pulling her close. “so so good.” her curling in. still shaking. “i tried so hard…” “i know, baby. you were beautiful.”
idea: you play videos games while games while I sit back and watch you, and keep bringing you drinks because we both know you don’t drink enough water. you’re so focused that by the time you notice you need to pee at all, you’re already nearing the stage of desperation, but I convince you to play one last game before you go.
the drinks hit you way faster than expected, and soon you’re squirming. since you’re playing with a controller, you can only very briefly use your hands to hold yourself sometimes. focusing on the game makes it harder to hold, but the growing desperation distracts you, and you make more mistakes than usual, so you’re always catching up, fixing something you did wrong, or dangerously close to a game over. bouncing in your seat affects your dexterity with buttons, so that too has to stay minimal.
desperation comes and goes in waves. sometimes, you’re on the edge of your seat, shaking, gripping the controllers so tight your knuckles are white, but then it finally calms down and you can forget you even needed to go.
that might be the the most treacherous part, because you’re so engrossed in the game that you don’t see it coming, when the need rises again.
your full attention is stretched thin between the game, which keeps getting more difficult, and keeping control of your bladder, so you don’t think not to keep drinking, out of motor reflex.
so focused are you on not losing, you don’t even notice the first time you leak a little bit, while navigating a tricky game section at the height of a desperation surge. you only feel it after, when you can relax a tad and slightly unclench your legs, feeling dampness between them.
the next time you try to navigate a hard game sequence, your bladder throbs in need again, as if it knows the worst moments to remind you how full you are. a much bigger spurt of piss hisses between your legs, one you can’t ignore or not notice, and, by that point, it’s basically already too late.
you try to wrap up the play, to get to a safe area so you can just put down the controller and dash for the bathroom, but you can’t seem to find one, and the frantic searching takes some of your focus away from your bursting bladder. the wet patch on your pants keeps slowly growing and growing, even with your best efforts to clamp your legs and your muscles shut. you’re so desperate, so close to losing control, you can barely focus on playing anymore, and it’s taking you much longer than it should to find a safe zone. by the time you do, you’ve been spitting in your pants every other moment, and when you see the end is near, your body nearly gives up on the spot in anticipation.
the moment you make it, you drop the controller and shove your hands between your legs, tight on your wet crotch, and you feel warmth hissing against your palm. you stand up, but it’s too late. you can’t do it anymore, the gravity does you in. you try to take a step, you really do, but it’s entirely futile. piss gushes out of you, uncontrollably, spilling between your fingers and down your thighs. it splatters on the floor below in a few large bursts, which is when you finally give up—or maybe you’re forced to by your muscles giving up. it all starts coming out, so much all at once, and it lasts so long, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank at all.
when it finally calms down, the last of it coming out in a few large bursts, you stand there, absolutely soaked, embarrassed, and so so so relieved to finally be empty.
I just wanna have someone slowly hug me from behind, massaging my bladder and whispering "I'm sure you can hold it" into my ear while i am squirming trying to hold myself to not have an accident...
will you tie me up while i'm desperate to pee and mock me when i inevitably wet myself please
thinking about gently touching a sub while they’re desperately full. fingers moving slow between their legs. them whimpering. me cooing softly. “shh, you’re okay, baby. i’ve got you.” stroking their cheek while maintaining rhythm. “the pressure makes everything more sensitive, doesn’t it?” catching tears tenderly. “that’s good. that means you’re feeling everything.” kissing their temple. “just hold on a bit more, sweetheart. you’re doing beautifully. focus on my hand. on how good i’m making you feel.”
I want her to handcuff me and tie my legs up to the bed after a night out. I'm very lightweight so she always makes sure I drink enough water after drinking. So safe to say when we came home I was quite desperate to pee. She ties my legs to the bed so that I cant squeeze them together, and then makes me drink even more. I feel so so full, and I know when I'm drunk I'm prone to losing control of my bladder. I dont want to wet the bed, I want to be a good girl for her. But she just keeps on teasing me, pushing on my bladder, telling me I can hold it. That I really should drink enough water after going out. And suddenly I feel a warm wet spot growing bigger underneath me. I gasp not realizing I had begun wetting myself but now I've started I'm unable to stop. I whine, trying so hard to control it but I just can't. "Awhh puppygirl couldn't hold it?" She teases, "you did so good for me", as I lay there whining and moaning from finally releasing, completely soaking the bed
I need to be rubbing a girl's panties as she tells me just how badly she needs to go and I tell her to hold it just a bit longer but then she can't take it anymore and she let's out her piss onto my hand and it runs and spills all over the floor.