figured the audience here might appreciate this. iām a bit of a casual omo enjoyer but today i almost pissed myself at work and it was like. really hot. so
iād had a hectic day and realised before i left home to go to work that i needed to pee pretty badly. i went to the bathroom but my sister was in there so i just decided to hold it until i got to work. itās a 20 minute drive to work from home so i didnāt think it would be a big deal. haha!
about halfway into the drive i realised my mistake. my need had genuinely skyrocketed from maybe 6/10 to 8/10. i was squirming and holding myself and all i could think about was peeing. all the little bumps in the road were driving me crazy.
finally i pull into work and i make a beeline for the bathroom. fucking lo and behold, theyāre out of order. iām fully pee-dancing at this point, i can feel my body begging to let go. even then, i decided to make my next stupid decision: commit to waiting until i got home. surely i could hold it, right?
haha. well. about an hour later Iām filling up water troughs and i feel it hit me. i canāt clench in time. i leak into my underwear. just a little, but once i leak, Iām done for. genuinely panicking at this point, I hold myself shut and climb through the fence into the field and hobble to the back. thereās old stables that are no longer used and i was just praying there were no cameras (haha. ha. ha.) i sort of frantically looked around but i could feel my hand getting wet through my pants and i just had to go. got into the corner of one of the old stables, tore my pants down and immediately started gushing. fuck it felt so good. i was gasping in relief and trying not to whine. all i could think was holy shit iām going. iām peeing. iām finally peeing. went for a solid minute and had to stay and catch my breath. eventually went back to my shift like nothing had happened š«£
omfg anon youāre right this is crazy hot. ticks almost all my boxes!!
glad you made it, even if just barely ;p iām sure it felt soooo good to go
and omg am i finally getting omo story anons?! keep them cominggggg!!!!
edging you for hours while your bladder is full. bringing you close over and over, never letting you finish. it started this morning when i handed you water. ādrink this for me, baby.ā being so sweet about it. you drinking obediently. me bringing you glass after glass throughout the day. āfinish that one, sweetheart.ā you not thinking anything of it at first. just doing what i say. but then your bladder getting full. starting to feel uncomfortable. āi need to use the bathroomāā me shaking my head. ānot yet, baby. hold it for me.ā you whimpering but obeying. more time passing. me still bringing you water. you getting desperate. squirming constantly. āplease, i really need to goāā āi know, sweetheart. just hold it.ā then starting to touch you. hands roaming your body. getting you worked up. sliding my hand between your legs, touching you through your clothes. you gasping. āwhat are youāā āshh, baby. mommy just wants to make you feel good.ā rubbing you slowly. building you up. getting you right to the edge. then stopping. you whining in frustration. āno, pleaseāā āpatience, sweetheart.ā doing this over and over. touching you, working you up, bringing you close. then stopping. hours of this. your bladder getting fuller and fuller. you begging. āplease, i need to cum and i need to pee so badlyāā me finally pulling you to the bedroom. laying you down. āokay, baby. now you get to cum.ā sliding three fingers inside you with ease. you crying out, the fullness too much combined with your bladder. āi canāt, itās too muchāā āyouāre going to do both, baby. cum and pee. in that order.ā starting to fuck you with my fingers hard and fast. build you up. youāve been edged for hours. youāre ready. my thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in circles. the pressure overwhelming. your bladder screaming. the pleasure intense. ābut i canātāā āyes you can, sweetheart.ā not slowing down. pumping my fingers deep. curling them to hit that spot. rubbing your clit relentlessly. you squirming desperately underneath me. trying to hold your bladder while chasing your orgasm. hands gripping the sheets. breathing ragged. āplease, iām going to leakāā āthen leak, baby. i donāt care. but youāre orgasming first.ā working you even harder. adding a fourth finger, stretching you. you gasping at the fullness. my thumb never stopping on your clit. watching your face. seeing you get closer. seeing you struggle. your whole body tense. fighting to hold on. āi canāt, i canātāā āyes you can. focus on my fingers. feel how good it is.ā curling them perfectly. hitting that spot over and over. rubbing your clit harder, faster. you starting to shake. getting so close. the hours of edging making everything more intense. every nerve on fire. āthatās it, baby. let go. cum for me.ā pumping my fingers relentlessly. your back arching. finally, finally tipping over the edge. orgasming hard, harder than you have in so long. clenching around my fingers. but the orgasm too intense. your bladder giving out. losing control while you cum. warm liquid flowing. soaking my hand, the sheets beneath you. mixing with your wetness. but not stopping. still fingering you through it. through the orgasm, through the leak. āthere you go, baby. good girl. you did so well.ā prolonging your orgasm. making you feel every second. you crying out, shaking, overstimulated. orgasming and leaking and unable to stop either. finally starting to slow as you come down. āso perfect, baby. you did exactly what i wanted.ā pulling my fingers out gently. looking at my soaked hand. the wet sheets. your flushed face. āsuch a good girl. took everything mommy gave you. came so hard for me even though you were so desperate.ā stroking your face tenderly. āletās get you cleaned up, sweetheart. you did amazing.ā
like when people just keep peeing and peeing at full force for over a minute and theyāre breathing heavily and moaning and their eyes glaze over and just yeah
His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.
He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.
You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap.Ā
"Baby, please--"
"Shh."
You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.
Your own dick twitches at the sight.Ā
"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."
You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.
"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."
"I'm still so fucking close."
Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.
"I can't, I gotta focus--"
He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.
"Gooood job."Ā
He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."
"You can do it. Just a little longer."
You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do?Ā
The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut.Ā
You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.
"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.
You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.
"I'm g-- I'm--"
He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.
Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.
"What happened, baby?"
His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.
You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.
You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief.Ā
He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.
"What happened, baby?" You whisper.
"I ha-had an accident..."
You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."
"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"
"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear.Ā
"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"
"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it.Ā
"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"
Fuck, he's so desperate.Ā
Fuck, it's making you desperate.
"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home."Ā
You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
"Let's go."
You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.
"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.
"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door.Ā
He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.
"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car.Ā
"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."
He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"
And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.
thinking about a trans guy with big t growth who needs to pee really bad and is crossing his legs to hold it, squeezing his tdick between his thighs, unintentionally stimulating himself until heās rock hard and every squeeze and squirm sends pleasure through his body.
It gets even better if his thighs are clamped together in such a way that when he starts leaking, the warm pee runs along the underside of his dick - causing a chain reaction where when he cums, the piss squirts out of him with each clench, engulfing his dick and making his orgasm just that much more intense
heās already wet when he starts leaking, but the added liquids spill over and between his thighs as he squirms and makes them slicker. his hard little dick twitches as itās rubbed over and over again. erect as it is, the hood that usually hides it has pulled back, so thereās no escape from the sensations. heās pulsing, somehow feeling on the edge of orgasm without a single real touch, when he properly leaks a solid spurts for the first time. itās brief, and in itself it hardly adds to the stimulation, but the sudden flash of relief followed by a wave of need as soon as he regains control and clamps shut is eye watering. he squeezes his thighs as tightly as he can, rocking back and forth, effectively fucking them. itās so much all once, heās actually scared heās going to come like this, and heās certain that if he does heāll lose control.
so he dares part his shaky thighs. one second passes, then two, then three, and on the fourth a slow dribble starts leaking out. it runs down his hole, almost tickling. his dick throbs so hard he sees it pulse. heās so fucking close to something, and too far gone to know what kind of relief will hit first. he clenches his muscles as hard as he can, but nothing can stop the slow trickle. the tension keeps rising, and rising, and rising, until itās another forceful spurt that escapes him. he yelps, it caresses the underside of his dick, and the sound turns into a moan.
his whole cunt clenches, throbs, a second spurt follows the first almost immediately, and he can no longer pretend he can hold it like this. his thighs come back together on instinct, squeezing his hard tdick once again. itās too much all at once, overstimulating. another spurt come out. he bends forward, then leans back, unable to stay still for a second, as he keeps losing control. piss slowly floods the triangle between his thighs and his pubic mound. he keeps rocking back and forth, almost silent safe for breathless little gasps.
heās almost forgotten how close he was until he comes. heās closed his eyes to focus when it hits. the feeling coils in his guts, he feels his orgasm approaching, inevitable. for a second, he thinks of parting his thighs again to let the feeling pass, because thereās no way heās coming without losing control, but then the thought of ruining this orgasm is unbearable, and itās too late anyways. he squeezes his thighs as has as he can one last time, and goes over the edge. his hard dick throbs hard between them, so stiff and sensitive he has to release some pressure. with each orgasmic pulse he feels hot piss squirting out, completely out of his control. it floods him with warmth, with a rush. the pulsing heat keeps it going and going and going longer than it usually lasts. every time he thinks heās done throbbing in pleasure, a warm squirt sends another wave through his body.
by the time heās finished, heās beyond oversensitive, unable to keep his thighs together at all. his exhausted muscles keep pulsing, twitching, his dick refusing to soften under the continuous stimulation of each spurt of piss that forces it way out of him. it keeps coming in interrupted leaks until his body finally manages to relax enough to just let go. the relief is as good as coming. he pisses for what feels like forever, unashamedly panting and moaning through it.
before heās done, his hand finds its way between his legs and he quickly jerks off to another powerful orgasm that leaves him entirely boneless.
i think one of my favourite things about watching somebody piss themselves is seeing the fabric of their pants slowly darken as more and more pee gushes outā¦ something about seeing the stain turns me on so fucking bad
i feel like iād be a lot more into orgasm denial if i didnāt have the complete inability to come with a partner. itās like being bladder shy but itās come shy. i canāt even get myself off if someone else is in the room. itās like every sex is orgasm denial to me
Letting him eat you out even though you really have to piss, feeling his tongue flick across your urethra, each one making it quiver.
It slowly gets harder and harder to stay in control, starting to dribble every now and then. Now you're begging him to let you go, saying that you don't want to make a mess despite feeling that tension building deep in your core, your thighs shaking. You start to get up, but he just pins your legs back, doubling down on his efforts like it's the last thing he'll ever do, and all you can do is squirm and whine helplessly.
Soon enough, another spurt escapes, and he keeps going, looking up at you with pure lust as he deliberately flicks his tongue just the right way to draw another out. You beg and protest one last time as you think you're about to lose it, but instead, a powerful orgasm rips through your whole body.
As soon as the waves subside, the urge intensifies tenfold, and you can no longer hold back. All that can be heard are your whines and moans, and the hiss of your stream splashing on the bed and his face, completely soaking the sheets.
Looks like there's gonna be a lot of laundry to do tonight...
desperate girl on a walk who absolutely cannot leak because sheās wearing a short skirt and no panties.
walking as fast as her legs will allow, and every other step she crosses her legs more than her natural gait, just for the relief of a bit of pressure.
stopping once in a while, frantically checking around to see no one can see her while she crosses her legs tight and bounces into place.
her hands hovering around the skirtās hemline, and wanting to dart to her crotch when a strong wave of desperation comes over her, but she resists the instinct because she canāt risk a wet spot on her skirt if she leaks, or anything on her hands.
sheās more conscious than ever of every sensation between her legs, her thighs rubbing together, how exposed her pussy feels when she takes a long step, and the relief of bringing her legs back together after. and the growing heat there too, the arousal blooming in her cunt, the chill when the outside air catches on the first wicks of moisture at her quivering lips.
her quick walk turning to a mini run, only for her to halt after a few strides to resist a wave of desperation, before returning to a brisk pace once it passes.
breaking into a jog every so often, even though it jostles her bladder and she canāt maintain that pace for long.
when the first drops escape her, she immediately feels the wetness. itās so little it wouldnāt cause concern usually, but sheās bare, so even a drop wets her thighs.
she continues to walk as fast as she can, but her speed slows down as sheās forced to take increasingly frequent breaks to cross her legs, wiggle, rock into place, anything that can help.
more small leaks soon add to the emergency. soon, her upper inner thighs, the little bulging softness up there, is slick with piss and her juices. itā still under her skirt, for now, but it wonāt last.
a sudden wave of need overwhelms her suddenly, and, despite her best efforts to keep walking through it, she stumbles as she feels small leaks escape her. a single hot drop runs down her thigh, past the hemline of her skirt, stopping just short of her knee.
she canāt afford to keep stopping now, she has to power through if she wants to make it home. so she keeps going, even as her pussy pulses and further piss leaks out. itās not a single drop down her leg anymore, but a fine trickling line that will soon reach the ground.
she realizes she wonāt make it home when a pang of need forces her to double over and tighten her legs on instinct, but itās still not enough, and a forceful spurt escapes her. it sprays down her legs and onto the pavement below, darkening it with dark wet drops. itās mortifying, but the brief flash relief feels so fucking good she has to bite her lip to contain a moan. her pussy throbs after, threatening to leak again, but thankfully it doesnāt.
tears gather at the corner of her eyes, thereās no way she can make it to a bathroomā¦ but maybe she can make it to the little wooded area she has to cross before her street.
sheās so incredibly relieved today is hot as hell and nobody else in the area seems to have had the idea to go out as this time. the heat is also why she stayed so hydrated, so itās a bit of a curse too. still, sheās done this stretch of walk desperate more than once before, and itās always easier to do it without fear of being caught in this predicament.
with frantic vigour, she speed walks on. more leaks pulse out of her, each drop slowly rolling down her thighs. sheās so wet, in all senses of the term, that each step strikes a deep strum of pleasure in her belly.
finally, by some miracle, she sees the wooded area coming up, only a few steps away. the proximity of relief seems to go right to her bladder, because it chooses that moment to force another gush out of her.
sheās too close to give up now, and too close to have an accident right there. forgetting her previous resolution, she cups her pussy with her hand to contain the flow.
urine leaks between her fingers as she squeezes, but it does work to stop the flow. she whimpers as the sensation, finally some direct contact to her arousal. she stays there and grinds into her palm with short little breaths while she fights to regain control. at her feet, a small puddle tell of her little accident.
when she thinks she can move again, she resumes her way to the wooded area, not daring to remove her hand. every time her heels hit the ground she feels a small pulse of warmth hit her fingers. she squeezes tighter, trying to ignore her the pressure on her clit make her vision sway.
at last, she reaches the small forested stretch of the way.
she meant to go deeper into it to properly crouch down and relieve herself, but that would be asking too much of her body. as soon as her feet hit dirt, her bladder spasms and a gush escapes her. then another. and another.
sheās basically pissing herself by the time there are at least a few trees behind her, and she gives up.
she steps off the path and leans against a birch tree, hand still between her legs though piss is hissing between her fingers, and she parts her legs, thrusting her hips forward, and she finally, finally, gives up.
she moans from the relief, and at the strength of the stream that hits her palm. too lost in the pleasure, she doesnāt think to remove it, instead grinding into it in shallow little thrusts.
it takes her more than a minute to empty herself, during which she sighs and bites backs moans. by the time her stream dims, sheās slipper her hand a little higher to rub tight little circles on her wet clit. the last spurts of piss are forced out of her by the strength of her orgasm. she comes so hard she has to slap her other hand over her mouth to contain her scream. she rubs herself frantically through it, her whole body twitching and shaking.
as she catches her breath, she looks at the huge dark spot on her ground below her. the earth has soaked it up so itās not a puddle, but the width of it alone is impressive.
on her hand glistens further evidence of her accidents, as well as the slick of her pleasure.
reeling, she finds her footing again on trembling legs. she pulls down her short skirt, which stayed perfectly dry throughout the whole thing, and resumes her way home.
sheāll need to shower, of course, but, as she stayed very hydrated, the blasting sun will soon dry away all evidence that she just fully wet herself. just as her little skirt hides the fact she goes bare.
got back from the pharmacy picking up my T and i had to piss sooooooo bad but i decided to jerk off first and after i came i didnāt have to piss so i took my shot and chugged some dr pepper and water now im waiting for the T and drinks to hit so im all desperate and horny and ahhhhhh
tell us more about how you drunk pissed your jeans, sounds so hot
oh, i had more than a couple beers over four-ish hours at different bars. and just, yknow, didn't use the bathroom all night. Of course i stayed hydrated too. Secretly enjoyed the feeling of all that liquid pouring into my bladder, inflating it. Played some pool and bending forward felt delicious on my full, full bladder. I managed to avoid dancing while anyone was looking. I was getting harder and harder as my piss got closer and closer to coming out in my pants. š
By the time my roommate friend drove me home, i shamelessly shoved my hands between my legs and clenched myself as hard as i could. It was getting pretty urgent. I was getting those throbbing pangs of desperation where you can feel all that piss just teetering on the brink of overflowing, tickling and pushing against your hole. I don't think he noticed how desperate I was and I didnt say anything. When we got in the house (I had to potty dance behind him while he unlocked the door) he immediately said he had to piss like a racehorse and went in the bathroom and pissed like a racehorse, loud and long and good, he even fucking moaned and sighed a little, and I think that's what did me in. Standing in the living room listening to him blissfully relieve himself with the bathroom door open, I wet my pants.
I actually did it kind of on purpose. I just let it out. I meant to only leak a little just for the pleasure and thrill, but it just felt too fucking good. So i kept going. The wet spot grew on my grey jeans until the front and back were soaked down to about mid-thigh. I had to clench and hold the rest of it there because I didnt want to make a puddle on the rug. I still didnt say anything. In my drunk peebrain, I was secretly hoping he would notice my soaked pants and it would be deliciously humiliating.
He was STILL in the bathroom. Just standing there putting moisturizer on his face and getting ready for bed. He was oblivious to my pathetic little overflowing desperate bladder and throbbing hard tdick. I couldn't hold it anymore and I quickly walked past him ripped my pants and boxers down and sat on the toilet and PISSED. god it felt good. It was coming out fast and hard like a pressure washer. My friend said "Oh! Sorry." and walked out while I was still pissing. As soon as he left I pulled my pants and underwear back up while staying on the toilet and continuing to pee through them. GOD IT FELT SO FUCKING GOOD that relief and the pathetic humiliation of being so fucking hard about wetting myself, ugh, it was probably one of my top five pisses of all time š fuck. I was dripping slick when my gushing stream of piss eventually slowed to a dribble. I drunkenly stumbled up and stepped into the tub and got my drenched, dripping pants and underwear off and left them in the tub. My friend had gone to bed. I dabbed my legs off with toilet paper and walked to my room naked from the waist down and i got in bed and i fucked myself.
10/10.
(after writing this, my boxers are soaked through with my precum)
thinking about a guy who wakes up with a rock-hard bulging bladder. He drank a lot before bed and didn't think about using the bathroom before he fell asleep, so his bladder is way more full than usual and making itself very known. He gets to the bathroom without trouble, and does notice that peeing is taking a long time, but when somebody knocks on the door and he stops automatically he doesn't notice that he's not technically done. He just thinks his bladder is so strained from holding all night that any discomfort he feels is from that.
So he gets to work and sits down, bladder twinging, thinking, "no way I already need to go." Not realizing that he's already half full and that morning coffee is going to start hitting any second. He ignores it, and ignores it, and ignores it, until he's squirming in his seat and has no choice but to admit this is definitely not his imagination. But it's still early in the day, it would look weird to run to the men's room before he's even been working an hour. Surely he can hold it a little longer.
After only a few minutes there's strain on his face, and his coworkers think he's concentrating, so one of them offers to get him another coffee when they get up, and he says yes without thinking about it. One more won't hurt, he's going to pee soon anyway, and it was a nice gesture.
But his need to pee makes actually concentrating harder, so it takes longer than usual to finish his tasks. When he finally finds a good place to pause and stands up he's aching, and everyone can see his awkward waddle to the bathroom. Only a couple of them see him break into a run once he sees the door, a sudden leak making him realize just how close he's actually cutting it.
And then as soon as he steps inside he bursts, his bladder finally overriding his denial and forcibly expelling two coffees' worth of urine as well as everything from the previous night that he still hadn't released despite all its warnings. He pulls his dick out as fast as he can, pissing on the floor as he makes the last few steps to the closest urinal. He can't stop, can't even slow down, technically having an accident even if he (mostly) isn't having it in his pants. Only after over a minute does he finally stop, and makes sure to try and push a little just in case he hadn't released everything.
Once his bladder is truly empty, feeling completely different from how it felt this morning, he realizes that he probably hadn't actually finished his morning pee. And that the consequences of doing that are all over the floor and his pants.
girl running around a mall, fully bent over at this point because the last two bathrooms she saw were being cleaned. her bladder is screaming at her, begging for any relief even from the belt thatās digging into it because itās under so many layers.
the eyes of the crowds around burning into her almost as badly as her bladder, she has no choice but to keep running because otherwise- psshhhht ā¦otherwise itāll be more than just a little wet spot. āIām already leakingā is all she can sob out, to no one in particular. almost curled into a ball with how deep sheās holding herself, she keeps running, or at least she tries to run, to the next bathroom.
little drops just keep dripping out into her panties, until she sees a bathroom sign and freezes, as a torrent gushes out of her for 5 seconds. she shakes and whines trying desperately to get it back under control, to keep going, sheās almost there!! entering the bathroom, she pulls her hands out from between her thighs and tries to really run, seeing the bathroom at all and hearing the sinks being just too much to take.
her eyes are locked onto the open stall, her brain waterlogged with the hours of holding. sheās so close, soaking herself more and more but finding no relief, not yet. trying to turn into the stall, running, with piss soaked shoes wasnāt in her brain at all, until she slips and falls, and ppsssssSSSSHHHHHTT.. inches from proper relief, her distended bladder explodes with the shock of falling. it barely even registers, she canāt even hope to keep quiet, gasping and moaning with the sheer relief washing over her. wave after wave spills out of her, her whole body tingling with pleasurable release, staring at the toilet that was right in front of her, and it finally hits her
sheās laying in a lake of piss, and didnāt make it even a little, and somehow has to hide that all her clothes are now drenchedā¦
but at least she doesnāt need to pee!
mwehehe thanks for reading itās kind of really wordy but iām getting back into writing :3 hope you enjoy the thoughts that rattle around my brain thereāll be lots more!
