Really bad morning bladder this morning 😖 woke up not that full but kept sipping water for my dry throat and kept watching it get bigger and bigger and bigger. By the time I actually got up to get ready an hour and a half later I was squirting little leaks into my boxers and pee dancing, couldn’t stay still. Promised myself I’d be good and do my morning routine before I peed, and it was so hard (definitely didn’t make it harder for myself by getting another bottle of water to drink nope why would you think that I would never 😳). Had to hump a pillow to hold everything back as I did my scar care and leaked a little bit, then struggled to put on my clothes (pulling my shorts OVER my bladder bulge to hide it from everyone was so embarrassing, imagine everyone being able to see just how badly you need to pee, how full you are first thing in the morning 😣) and shuffle to the bathroom to wash my face, which was so much harder cause the toilet was Right There and I kept staring at it as my bladder kept clenching and pushing down and begging me to just sit down and let go 🫠 but I was good!! I held it all in until I finished the last step, which was good cause then my bladder clenched down HARD and I nearly lost it all in my gym shorts before I shoved everything off and planted my ass on the toilet as it all came gushing out. It felt so good but I feel so empty now 😔
I tried to skip my night time piss after not pissing all day at work, and staying hydrated. I wasn’t desperate but definitely squirmy! So I fell asleep, and... an hour and a half later I woke up with my hands squeezing my dick, and really really desperate for a piss. I tied to roll to my back and breath slowly to wait for the desperation to die down, and when I did I felt a strong intense need increase, and it took a lot of effort to stop the leak. When I stood up to dash to the bathroom, it was hard to walk... but, it looks like I’m skipping my morning pee now instead! Haha,, gotta work on making my bladder bigger
laying flat on my back trying so hard to cum without touching, clenching muscles making my dick Bob up n down n up and down fuck I need it so bad I'm so frustrated I'm so needy I'm desperate nh ah ah ah
I think at this point i would say you are allowed to cum but only if you can do it like. Entirely touch free. No touch, just thinking about how hard you are and how baaaaaad you wanna touch. I wonder if you can do it 🤭 you seem so sensitive as it is...
ohmmmf my fucking god I m ight be able to. Oh god I might. But I gotta try it later today aft er evrryone's gone so I can get whiny out. Loud oh my fucking goddddddd
you know that old '90s trend of technology like phones and console controllers and whatnot having transparent plastic casing, so you could see the circuit boards and wiring underneath? i'm obsessed with those, and i'm particularly obsessed with the idea of a robot whose torso is transparent, so you can see all those inner-workings, including a stretchy sac at the bottom of their torso that collects wastewater from the cooling system. it's semi-transparent, too, just enough to be able to tell how full they are at a glance, so the supervisors know who needs to be excused. it has a release valve on the crotch, because gravity. walk with me.
stoic robot who doesn't squirm, never complains, denies breaks and stays unnaturally still even as warnings bombard their vision. the only reason anyone would catch onto how desperate they are is the visible tautness of their "bladder". they keep their hands folded in front of them as much as they can in hopes of hiding it from anyone who happens to glance their way. they don't need a break, okay? they just don't. they have work to do, damn it, and they're not going to let anything stop them. not even as leaks force themselves past the seal on the release valve, dripping down their legs, the dam threatening to break entirely
robot whose alert system is oversensitive, so they're squirming and whining that it's an emergency and they need a break now, they're gonna leak, pleeeaase, even when they're ages from actually leaking. the supervisors can see they're not that full and assume they're just making up excuses and ignore them. eventually all the warnings make it too hard for them to focus and they slump against a wall, voluntarily releasing all over their legs, gasping with relief and later insisting they couldn't hold it
robot whose job involves a lot of movement, maybe stocking shelves, whose bladder sloshes every time they squat down and get back up, over and over, wastewater swishing around and making their systems think they're more full than they are, sending them increasingly urgent alerts that they ignore until it really is too late and they squat down, putting pressure on the release valve and making it automatically open. they stay squatting until they're empty, too stunned to straighten up, a puddle underneath them making it way too obvious what happened
robot who's at their limit and knows it, who's already been excused but they can't even walk without the movement causing their body to involuntarily void. instead they stand in place, shifting from foot to foot, squeezing together their thighs together and fanning them open, their squirming audible as plastic and metal thump and clank together. they're as full as can be, and seeing their stretched bladder makes one of their supervisors have to excuse themselves. soon enough a particularly big leak forces its way out and they full on run to release into the larger wastewater tank, leaving tiny (but getting bigger) puddles on the way there
If you're just here for piss go to the paragraph that starts with a * lol
Axel was having a pretty stressful month.
Well, every day was stressful for Axel. He was just that kind of guy. Skittish, nervous, high strung- however you wanted to word it. He’d heard just about every synonym of “about to freak the fuck out” applied to him at some point. Not that it bothered him. They were all accurate descriptions.
However, he’d been a bit more skittish, nervous, high strung, etcetera than normal as of late. He’d just transferred to university after finishing his first two years of classes back at home in community college. He needed to save all the money he could, and admittedly, the thought of moving away from home straight out of high school had been a bit too daunting for him. So he didn’t.
He didn’t want to spend all of his college years in his small hometown, though. So when the time came to continue his degree, he applied to a few universities in the state. He got into his first choice, which was great. But it was hours away from home, which was bad. He was also two years behind all of his peers when it came to getting accustomed to university life, which was very bad.
The first week had been a nightmare. Everything was so busy and loud and hectic- nothing like the sleepy town he was used to. He was terrified of his roommate (a brutish jock type who looked like he ate footballs), walked in and sat down in the wrong class twice, nearly got trampled in the dining hall during the lunch rush and couldn’t find a single unoccupied study room in the library. And those were just the things he wasn’t too mortified to dwell on. Some of the awkward encounters and fumbles he experienced that week would keep him up at night for years. By the weekend, Axel was one more inconvenience away from calling his mother in tears and asking to be picked up. Maybe the “college experience” wasn’t for him. It certainly didn’t feel like it.
But he was determined to at least push through the first semester. If he did that and he still hadn’t gotten the hang of things, he would pack it up. Although Axel was a nervous wreck, he didn’t like giving in without a fight.
That was why he woke up particularly early that Monday morning. If he got up and moving a couple hours earlier, then he’d have time to eat breakfast before class, which would hold him over long enough to skip the lunch rush in the dining hall. With so many people eating lunch, maybe he’d be able to find an empty study room at the library. Things would be fine. He’d get a hang of everything. He just needed to relax.
Axel wasn’t a morning person, so plenty of coffee was consumed during breakfast. It kept him going throughout his morning classes, and when lunch rolled around, he made his way to the library. There definitely seemed to be less people around than the first few times he’d visited. His eye caught on a study room with an open door, and he hastily made his way towards it before just barely managing to avoid its unseen occupant coming out.
His dark brown eyes met the other student’s hazel, and he’d skitter backwards a bit as he stammered an apology. The student, just as startled, laughed bashfully and waved off his apology. “No, no, you’re good- my fault!” They insisted, moving a bit of blonde hair behind an ear. “Was just in a hurry. The room’s all yours, though. Have a good one!”
Axel watched as the student moved past him and began to head to the elevator. He actually had a bit of trouble tearing his eyes away. They were wearing a cute yellow sundress, and wearing it well. It was only his worries of looking like an absolute creep that jarred him out of his stupor.
He had a bit of a rough time studying, mainly due to the new environment. The other student had been wearing perfume as well, and it lingered in the air, further distracting him. Vanilla scents always made his nose itchy. By the time he actually got into a good work flow, he glanced at the clock and realized he was going to be late for class if he didn’t book it. “Shit…” He murmured, rising from the table and scrambling to get his things together.
Just a few moments before attendance was taken, Axel stumbled through the lecture hall’s doors, nearly wheezing from running across campus. He all but collapsed into his seat, garnering idle glances from his classmates. As Axel bashfully glanced back at his onlookers, he’d recognize a familiar set of hazel eyes. That student from the library was just a few seats down from him. Their brow furrowed for just a moment before their expression seemed to light up in recognition. They gave a small smile and a nod, which Axel nervously returned. Great. Axel manages to run into a cute student twice and both times he’s red in the face and floundering.
*Well, regardless, he’d made it to class on time. Now there was nothing to do but try and focus on the lecture. He took out his water bottle and took a few large gulps before settling down and starting his notes. The first few minutes of class went by without issue, but as Axel leaned down to reach into his backpack and pull out a highlighter, he felt something dense and heavy shift in his abdomen. His thighs squeezed together on instinct. Wow. Wow, he really had to pee.
He pulled himself back upwards rather slowly, eyes slightly widened with surprise and alarm. He had no idea he’d needed to go that badly. Now that he was paying attention to it, his bladder sent a very angry signal, causing him to shift in his seat. When was the last time he went to the bathroom? That morning? Had he really not felt the need until right then?
The professor droned on as alarm bells began to ring in Axel’s head. He needed to go, and soon. But…he was surrounded by students. Everyone would just see him get up and walk out. He’d already attracted a bit of attention due to his dramatic entrance, and he wasn’t sure he could take a bunch of eyes on him again. God, not to mention he’d have to come back, feeling his classmate’s gazes as he made his way back to his seat. They’d all know why he left too, because he couldn’t manage to hold it for one measly hour- how embarrassing!
Well, that settled it. Axel would just have to wait until class ended. He checked his phone before grimacing at the time. They were only 20 minutes into class. He had 50 to go, yet his bladder felt like waiting even 15 minutes was a stretch. His face reddening, Axel swallowed hard and shifted in his seat once more. It was fine. He’d be fine. He just needed to focus on the lecture and it’d be time to go before he knew it. He didn’t like using public restrooms, but he’d make an exception just this once. He’d file out of the lecture hall with the other students, slip into the men’s restroom and get rid of the nagging ache in his pelvis. He could only imagine how nice it was going to feel.
A muted gasp escaped Axel as a wave of urgency washed over him. Apparently thinking about urinals and bathrooms while desperate to piss was a bad idea. Who knew? He shifted in his seat a bit more, wishing that the stupid lecture hall chairs didn’t have the little desk attachment so he could cross his legs. He’d just have to settle with nervously bouncing a leg, checking the time once more. Surely he was halfway there, right?
Nope. It’d been five minutes. Five.
He was so fucked.
As time ticked on, painfully slow, Axel’s leg bouncing graduated to subtle fidgeting. He wasn’t sure why, but the less he moved the more he had to go. He just prayed that none of his classmates noticed him shifting around every few seconds. More time passed and as the swollen weight in his abdomen increased, so did his movements. He found himself leaning forward ever so slightly, trying to press himself against his seat. He felt incredibly weird doing so but he needed all the help he could get and there was no way he was just going to…grab himself. No matter how badly he wanted to, feeling himself twitch below the belt at the very notion.
Another 10 minutes passed and the class as a whole was beginning to lull. Students were becoming more interested in their phones or staring out the window than what was being taught. Axel envied them, wishing he could focus on anything other than how terribly full he felt. With each wriggle of his hips (because yeah, it was wriggle worthy now) Axel swore the liquids in his bladder sloshed and splashed. He chewed on his lip, biting back hisses and winces with each pang of urgency.
“Oh god…” He thought to himself, his hand almost diving beneath the desk to help hold. “Fuck, I gotta go…” There was no way he’d ever had to go this bad before. He would’ve sworn off liquids if he had. His breathing was growing heavier and he could feel how hot his face was with both exertion and embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he, a grown adult, had gotten so desperate in public.
Axel nervously looked around the room, making sure no one was noticing all his moving around. For the third time that day, his eyes met that one student’s. Their brow was slightly furrowed in what looked like worry.
Oh god. Oh god, kill him now.
“You okay…?” They silently mouthed to him, obviously noticing that he looked like he was going to either explode or pass out. Axel was certain that if his face got any hotter he’d become a fire hazard.
He frantically nodded, mouthing “yeah, I’m fine” to his onlooker. He was rocking back and forth in his seat now, thighs pressed tightly and rubbing against one another. The student didn’t seem convinced. Axel didn’t blame them.
Throughout the rest of the class he could feel their eyes on him, but he didn’t dare look back. He just couldn’t while squirming the way he was. His bladder was screaming at him now, demanding to be emptied, and Axel was on his last legs in denying it. He’d even given in and slipped a hand under the desk to squeeze at himself, and although it’d helped immensely, it was only a temporary fix. He still had 20 more minutes. It felt like he couldn’t last five.
A lump formed in his throat, vision going blurry at the thought of wetting himself in class- all because he was too scared to just get up and go. He didn’t even have that option anymore. There was no way he could head to the bathroom looking like anything other than a desperate mess. All eyes would be on him as he hobbled out of the room, and then he really would have to move back home.
Right when Axel didn’t think he could hold his tears back, he heard merciful, blessed words from the professor.
“That’s all we had to get through today, so I’m gonna let class out a bit early.”
Axel looked at his phone, rapidly blinking to clear his vision of tears. 15 minutes early. There was no way he would’ve lasted that long, but maybe there was hope of getting to a toilet now.
Or at least that’s what Axel thought until he stood up.
All of that excruciating pressure bore down on him at once. He felt his muscles give out for just a moment, allowing a leak to escape and soak into his boxers.
Axel froze and went pale. He was fucked. So, so fucked. Class was letting out and pouring into the building’s halls and he was certain the men’s bathroom was crowded as hell now. Standing in line without making a complete fool of himself was out of the question. He’d either dance around the entire time, holding himself, or soak his jeans. No thank you. He couldn’t go out into the hall- he’d have to take one of the room’s exits that led directly outside. But there were no bathrooms out there and there was no way he’d be able to hold it until he got back to his dorm and even if he did what if his roommate was there and saw him holding himself like a toddler and-
“Hey- are you okay?” A voice asked behind him.
Axel turned to find the student from the library. They looked incredibly worried. “Sorry to bother but you look really pale and you’re breathing hard- I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
His tongue suddenly felt heavier than his bladder. “U-um…” What the fuck was he supposed to say? “Oh yeah, I’m doing fine- I’m just about to piss myself, sober, in broad daylight.”
“I-I’m fine. Just, um, stressed.” An understatement.
Once again, the other student didn’t seem convinced “Are you su-”
“Yeah I’m sure thanks for checking in-” Axel cut them off, managing to hike his backpack onto his shoulder and speed walk out of the room. His eyes were wide as saucers and his posture was ridgid. He’d moved far too quickly without doing anything to help hold. Now he was leaking steadily with every step.
Axel’s mind didn’t even process his surroundings as he stepped outside. He just knew he needed to get away from other people right now. His legs carried him on autopilot just long enough to slip in between two nearby buildings. Then, they essentially stopped working. Finally away from any prying eyes, Axel crumpled in on himself, whimpering. “I have to go, I have to go, I have to go-” was the only thought going through his head. His hand dived down to clutch at himself only to be met with the horrifying feeling of warm, wet fabric. He looked down and realized he’d leaked through his boxers, and he still had to go so badly.
His breathing heavy, knees trembling, and eyes filled with tears, Axel gave up. There was no one around, anyway. He’d found a momentary haven. Officially out of his mind with desperation, his shaking hands unzipped his fly and took himself out. The second the tip hit the air, he was peeing.
A mortifyingly loud moan escaped him, but for the first time all day, Axel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d never felt anything as blissful as finally emptying himself. His legs went weak and he leaned against the wall to steady himself, letting the cool brick sooth his overheated skin. Axel’s mind went completely quiet, awash in relief.
It took a while for his stream to end, but when it did, Axel simply stood there, still trembling, and caught his breath. He was dizzy and exhausted, but he was empty.
Only once he’d zipped himself up and turned around to try and sneak to his dorm unseen did he realize that he wasn’t alone. His nose itched.
The student who checked up on him was standing a few feet away, hazel eyes wide and cheeks incredibly red.
Hi! I've been interested in sharing some of my writing for a while, so here it is! I think I'm gonna have an introductory fic like this for a few of my OCs, and then they're all gonna get thrown under the bus for Omovember >:)
Hope I tagged everything correctly lmao. Thanks for reading!!
I saw this post earlier and I thought it was a genius idea. Cropped out the original gal who posted it in case she didn't want her face all over Omo Tumblr but hhnnghhhh
The concept for this would go CRAZY.
One designated pisser for an entire room. Everyone sends their piss to one person who has to RACE to the toilet to get there in time.
Someone interested in doing a hold but doesn't want to wait starts accepting every piss request they can get until they're twisted up and biting their lip and stifling their whines because it hit all at once and feels so damn good.
Accepting an emergency piss request from someone about to wet themselves so now you're completely exploding because the amount you agreed to take is incredibly large.
Sitting on a toilet all day just to accept every piss request to keep the feeling of peeing going. Hnnngghhh I would literally kill for something like this.
Thinking about a wizard girl sitting in the back corner of a popular tavern with a little magical device in her pocket that pings whenever she gets a request. She doesn't even think before she accepts. She feels a small hum, and suddenly, her bladder begins to fill up. Most people wait until they're hovered over a privy or a bucket to accept, but the challenge is all part of the fun for her.
Instead, she bites her lip as she feels the tingle branching up from her bladder, gripping the table and wrapping her legs around each other. She squirms in the shadows, holding back little pleasured moans. She enjoys the feeling, breathing quickening.
She watches the Privy line, a shifting bard girl stepping side to side uncomfortably. She reaches for a little device, and moments later, she little gem in her pocket pings. She accepts. The bard looks noticeably relieved, stopping her dancing. The wizard holds back another moan, her whole body throbbing. Her bladder is achingly full, grinding into her own heel. Knuckles white on the edge of the table. She can't help but whimper, head rolling back.
Gods, she has to piss. It's the most full she's ever been. Covering her mouth, she slides out the back door of the tavern and into the alley where nobody can see her. Pushing up her robes behind some crates and barrels, leaving herself exposed to the cool night air. She's humping the air against nothing, one hand pressed against the fullness of her bladder, spiking that desperation past anything she's ever felt before.
She lets out a filthy moan as she releases everything inside of her, everything that filled her up only within 10 minutes alone. The puddle she makes it hot and clear, hydrated to the hells and back, and she holds her robes away from the mess as the stream damn near explodes out of her, chest heaving as she pants and catches her breath.
She pees for so long, she's almost limp by the end of it, a delighted smile across her face as she feels so blissfully empty.
If you're just here for piss go to the paragraph that starts with a * lol
Being an honors student took a certain level of discipline.
Not an unfamiliar level, though. Mia had been disciplined all her life.
At the age of 7 she was reading at a 9th Grade level, in both English and Spanish, and was often disinterested in class because it was “boring”.
So, after an in-depth evaluation and testing process, she was bumped up a couple of grades. She’d been warned that the work would be harder and take a lot of discipline, but she hadn’t been worried then, either. Mia practiced discipline at home all the time while taking care of her siblings as her parents worked. She practiced it when helping with dinner while all the other kids got to go play outside. She practiced it while helping her father read important documents that were only printed in English.
So yeah, 4th Grade math was a breeze.
She continued blazing through school until she finally, finally reached her final year. This had been what she was waiting for. With her grades, she could get into any college she wanted, and most likely with a full-ride scholarship as well. She’d be the first in her family to get her college degree. She would become a successful architect and make enough to support her family with plenty to spare. Her parents would be able to rest, and maybe she could save up enough to help pay for her siblings to go to college as well. She knew it would take a lot of grit. A lot of determination. A lot of discipline, but she was prepared.
Now Mia sat at her desk, currently in the middle of her junior year of university. Her GPA was a 4.0, of course, and she planned for it to stay that way. That was why she’d been studying for the past four hours without pause. Architecture was a serious major.
Mia’s eyes scanned the words of her textbook, her hand regurgitating the information into her notes almost automatically. However, there was a hint of strain to her expression. Her brow was slightly furrowed. She read back over the paragraph she’d just finished, struggling to actually absorb the information.
*What was going on? She wasn’t that tired, was she? She usually could go for about another hour or so before she took another break. She’d just eaten, so she knew she wasn’t hungry, and the empty bottle of water on her desk dispersed any worry of dehydration. So why was she struggling to focus?
Mia shifted in her seat and her expression softened. Oh. She just needed to pee. That was fine. Relaxing a bit now, she loosely crossed her legs underneath the desk and continued reading, the urge momentarily quelled.
She’d zone back in on her work, becoming lost in the descriptions of gothic and victorian architecture. Mia continued studying, essentially dead to the world, for 45 more minutes. It wasn’t until her leg fell asleep and she moved to accommodate it that she recalled her bladder. It gave a dull and heavy pulse, causing her brow to furrow once more. She felt pretty full…but she was getting close to the end of this unit. She then needed to answer the guided study questions, and if she interrupted her work flow (oof, “flow”), then who knew if she’d be able to get back into it?
Mia glanced at her alarm clock, seeing that it was 10 pm. She was already cutting it close on time. She’d have to wake up early the next morning for class. She couldn’t afford to slow down if she was going to get this homework done before bed. She would just have to show a bit of discipline and ignore her need.
She recrossed her legs and got back to work, feeling an unhappy pang from her abdomen. Her thighs squeezed together a bit in retaliation, but aside from that, her bladder was once again forgotten. Mia drank quite a lot of caffeine throughout the day, as she always did, along with her once full bottle of water. All of the liquid was gathering in her core, beginning to push and stretch her bladder’s walls. Another wave of discomfort hit Mia and she shifted in place.
Time passed, the only noise permeating Mia’s quiet room being her pen scratching against paper and the occasional flip of a page. Oh, and the creak of her chair as she moved around. The nagging urge to empty herself was driving Mia to shift almost rhythmically, her hips rocking back and forth. If she wasn’t alone it would just look like she was restless or maybe subtly dancing to the music playing through her earbuds. It didn’t become obvious that she needed to pee until her free hand began creeping between her thighs.
Mia caught herself, her face reddening as she snatched her hand back above the desk. God, what was she doing? She wasn’t a child. She could wait to use the bathroom without resulting to grabbing at herself.
Sighing, she decided to readjust her sitting position, bringing a leg underneath her and sitting on her heel. Every small movement made her need spike but she got her foot in place without issue. It applied pressure to all the right places and gave her the bit of relief she needed to focus again. Mia continued writing, ignoring the slightly more frantic requests to empty from her bladder. She began chewing at the inside of her cheek but refused to stop. She could wait. Discipline.
She turned the page and barely stifled a groan. Of course the next chapter was over bridges, which meant Mia got to stare at beautifully photographed rivers and lakes for the remainder of the night. Just the first image of the Golden Gate Bridge made her tense a bit, watching the water beneath it crash against the rocks in a foamy spray. The visible waves of the ocean was exactly what her bladder felt like. Sloshing, heavy and forceful, bearing down on her exit. Her hips began to move again.
After a bit of time, Mia noticed she was beginning to have a bit of trouble writing. Her penmanship was getting messier and she found herself stopping to scribble out mistakes more and more often. Another bridge was depicted on the next page of her book, this one being the Rialto Bridge in Venice, and she actually let out a quiet hiss of discomfort at the sight of the canal it arched over. Canals were not a pleasant thought at the moment. So much liquid constricted to narrow waterways, the sound of splashing and flowing water no doubt filling the area.
A wave of desperation overcame her and before Mia knew it her hand had dived back between her thighs. She didn’t pull it away this time, repositioning once more to cross her legs around it. She really needed to go.
Fully squirming now, Mia let out a slightly shaky breath and resigned herself to taking a study break. She moved to get out of her chair…before promptly sitting right back down, trembling.
Her eyes were wide and she felt an uncanny heat and dampness pressing against her hand. She’d leaked.
Mia couldn’t move.
“Ooh…” Mia quietly whined a bit, now frantically bouncing in her seat. She had no idea it was this bad! It wasn’t until gravity caused her to feel the full weight of the ocean inside of her that she realized how badly she’d messed up. There was no way she could stand and hobble to the bathroom. She wouldn’t make it.
Another wave of urgency wracked her insides and she quietly whimpered, her other hand joining the first one between her legs. Eyes filled with tears, she began to frantically look around her room for anything that could possibly help her. Of course, she saw nothing. Hardly anything aside from a very convenient toilet could possibly fix her situation.
Mia’s thighs were rubbing together now, her face burning with shame. She was squirming around like a little kid- hell, she wet herself a little. Although there was no one around to witness her predicament she had never felt more embarrassed.
She glanced around the space one more time, pleading for anything she could use. This time, her eyes fell on her empty water bottle. Maybe…maybe she could use that…? Her bladder lurched, causing her to double over in her seat for a moment.
When the excruciating urgency faded, Mia looked back up at the bottle. Was she really that desperate? Desperate enough to squat over a bottle just because she couldn’t hold it all the way to the toilet?
…no. No, she wasn’t. She could hold it. She could stand. She could make it to the bathroom. She had the discipline for it.
Whimpering quietly, Mia slowly rose to her feet. Her thighs trembled as they squeezed together, desperately trying to apply added pressure to her opening. All the piss in her bladder was weighing down on her strained muscles, aching to be let free. It was a slow and arduous trek all the way to the front door. She’d shuffle a few inches before stopping to whine and bounce on the balls of her feet, legs almost double crossing. What should have taken a few seconds took minutes.
By the time she made it to the door Mia was trembling all over, her face red and breathing heavy. She didn’t even know if she could take away a hand to grasp the doorknob.
While she was working up the courage to move once more, a thought occurred. Not just any thought, but a horribly tempting one.
Mia was alone in her room. No one could see her. She needed to wash her clothes soon, anyway.
What if she just…let go?
She tried to push away the notion but it had already taken root. She imagined the lack of weight in her abdomen. The ability to stand upright again. The relief of letting the boiling ball of liquid inside of her burst open.
Mia whimpered once more as another leak escaped her. Her forehead rested on the door as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold on. She couldn’t just wet herself. She was supposed to piss in the toilet like a normal adult. She needed to get a hold of herself, to keep moving, to be disciplined!
Right then, a strange numbness took over her abdomen. Then, an odd warmth traveled down her legs.
A shuddering sigh escaped Mia as her bladder gave out. All at once, the aching pressure that had been bearing down on her muscles began to fade. The relief was even better than she’d briefly imagined. Her eyes fluttered closed as she went limp, leaning against the door to stay upwards. The room was quiet aside from her panting and the sound of liquid hitting hardwood flooring.
Mia stared at her slowly growing puddle, feeling…surprisingly alright. Although she’d wet herself, it felt so good…
Maybe discipline wasn’t always the answer.
Meet Mia! She was a "gifted and talented" kid! Her family depends on her way too much! She has trouble saying no! She's one more inconvenience away from snapping!
I want someone (butch or femme tbhhh) to tease me with their big bladder. I want someone to filllll up their bladder and come show me their bulge, so proud of it. I want them to rub it on me, wave it at me, tell me how bad they have to go, how much they have inside them. I want them to press their cunt against my leg trying to hold on, pushing their full, hard lower tummy on to me. Caressing me with their bladder bulge they’re letting poke out of their clothes. I want them to whisper “I have to go so bad…. Do you want a little show??” And I want them to set a 15 minute timer where in the first minute they guzzle down an entire water bottle and we just hang out while they get more full and delirious. We both start to go a little crazy, feeling our fetishes so activated. You love to get full and play with your own bladder, and I LOVE to watch. It’s been 10 minutes and you’re losing it a little, your bladder huge and sagging out of your body. You just keep caressing me with it. I tell you to hold an orange between your knees. Keeping your cunt open like this, and making you stand is making it impossible to hold your pee any longer. You can’t stand up straight and your bladder is about as big as I know it can get… which is really huge. I praise you and rub you and kiss you and love on you until you tell me you’re able to lose it. Then you start to give me a show. You show me your bladder from all angles, rubbing it and clutching it and holding your hands between your legs, clutching your desperate cunt, moaning the whole time and telling me in detail how badly you have to go. How you want to piss so bad. How you want to spray me with your hot piss stream. How you know your pee is so clear and clean from all the water, it will smell like nothing. You’re playing with your full bladder for me, gently bouncing it with your hand and just rubbing and touching it a lot. It’s so hot but I can tell you’re starting to feel truly desperate and a little distressed. Your cunt is leaking cum, not piss though. You’re so turned on you want to hold forever but you know you can’t. You also know when you pop you’re going to lose it all. Once you start peeing it’s so hard for you to stop. You can’t just clench off your stream easily, and even when you try to hold your pussy shut you always make a huge mess. So you much prefer to piss until you’re empty when you’re in a state like this. That’s what you want so bad. You don’t want to just let some pee out, you NEED relief. Your head is spinning and you’re feeling so insane, so full and good, but also insane. I ask if you need soothing and you stammer… what do you mean. I take out my tit and look at you and you dive for it, curling into my open arms and opening your mouth so wide, taking as much of my tit into your mouth as you possibly can. Now that I have you curled up in my lap, I gently touch your bladder and you just start mumbling about how bad you have to pee. You just keep saying it, “I have to pee so bad… fuck… im bursting mommy” I stroke your head and put my tit in your mouth and you suck and suck and your eyes are half closed and you look at peace but you’re clawing at me, grabbing at me, and squirming, bucking your hips backwards. I think trying to make room for your bladder — your rock solid bowling ball of hot piss. We’ve been doing this a long time so both our bladders are huge and stretched. I know how big you get and this is it. You’re at your limit, hard and swollen, bulging between your hips. Your cunt is going crazy between the piss desire and the comforting breast in your mouth. My goal is to relax you so much you piss yourself. I still want the pee show you promised me… but I also want you to just slowly pee yourself here with me while you suck my boob. Hissing out from between your legs suddenly…. And you’re so relaxed you succumb, letting a leg fall open as your stream fountains out of you…. Spraying pretty hard and far within only a few seconds. You loudly moan with relief, thrusting your cunt into the air and letting your pee go…. It’s so loud, hissing as you say
“Oh my god I’m peeing so hard… fuck…” the words come out muffled as you say them into my tits. “Oh god….” It’s true, you are peeing A LOT. Soaking the couch, really. I grab a towel that’s miraculously in arms reach and hold it to your cunt…. You piss into it loudly and say over and over again “oh god, sorry, oh god, I just can’t stop” until your bladder is all the way empty, you spurt your last few spurts into the towel, moaning so much and I know your orgasm is coming next… and I wait for that to start ripping through you as I just hold you and comfort you and say sweet things to you, letting you grip on to me and suck my tit for dear life as you moan, groan, cry out, and pout. It’s all too much for you and I just rub you, you hot soaking wet mess, and tell you i love you and you’re doing so good, letting it all out. I love you I love you I love you.
he's nervous. I can tell from his body language. he's told me he's only ever been with women before, but I didn't think he'd get so shy when I asked to see his body. it's okay man, I'm like you. let me show you my scars first. gorgeous right? see this spot? I split a stitch in my recovery from lifting when I wasn't meant to. so dumb. oh and see where I got my drains out? took years before it stopped feeling numb. he's touching all the spots I show him. his thumbs pad over my nipples soft and he makes gentle circles. even though he knows it's been almost a decade since my surgery, he touches me like I'm delicate. breakable. I like that. he lifts his shirt and I sigh at the sight of him. look at that. what a beautiful chest. he shows me how his scars are different, how they shape around his body. how he has sets up high that are newer, pinker. dog ear revision. I touch his nipples, grafts, and I melt when he moans. he likes it, even if they aren't attached to nerve endings. he's so sweet. so special. he asks if we can just stay like this for awhile. touch longer. of course we can handsome. I'll touch your chest all night if you let me
Fuc fuck fuck why am I in heat rn why do I need to cum so bad everyday everything’s so fucking slick and wet I’m cumming I’m literally cumming every fucking morning and night and my body still needs more more more fuck
so unbearably horny today idk why. woke up feeling like i was in heat with my hand jammed in my slick cunt pumping cum out of me, and now i'm hard all over again before bed. just rubbing and fucking myself through the fly in my boxers, feeling like such a naughty teenage boy. can't resist touching myself, can't resist letting my eyes roll back as my body goes slack as i rub myself to the edge over and over again, boxers getting slicker and slicker with this endless precum until it looks like i've pissed myself with how much i've squirted out, fuckkkkkk
love when he sits in my lap and uses me. when he slips on my harness and picks out the cock he wants and just uses me as a mount to fuck himself on. yeah I wanna thrust into him. press his face into the mattress and make his eyes roll back into his skull and call him a whore while I rearrange his fucking guts. but it's not about me right now. I'm his freeuse fucktoy as much as he is mine. so I'll get my turn later. but right now I'm being exactly what he wants. letting him take what he needs from my body. letting him tell me where he wants my hands. letting him moan about how good it feels. of course I fucking melt for that. moan for him in all my patience. in relaxing all my tendencies for dominance to just be his. and when he collapses on my chest and his movements get sloppy, he lets me finish the job and just pull his hips down onto my cock until he cums all over me. soaking my thighs as his cunt grips so tight. making me ache with need and mumbling to himself about how good I am
"you're such a good boy daddy. you're such a good boy."
another day working from home and he comes into the study with his hand in his boxers. he doesn't have to say a word and I've stood up for him to pull down my pants and briefs. he sits down on my office chair and pulls out his phallo cock through the fly. squeezing it hard. he pulls me down and runs his dick up my slit, edging against my tcock to get me hard. he tells me to just keep working. send those emails while he takes care of himself. I'm struggling to find the right files to attach as he slips himself inside my cunt and groans. he sits me down to the base and rocks slowly, doesn't thrust. different. he usually fucks like an animal in heat. but he tells me I'm clenching. that he can feel it. and my chest aches because means his numbness is fading. his nerves are connecting to his brain and he can feel more than the heat of my hole. he usually needs the friction of a rough fuck to finish but he's got me still and full of his cock and he's panting. I can hear the obscenities coming from his phone as he watches porn. using me like a fleshlight when I'm on the clock. his thick phallo dick rubbing that spot that makes me stupid. and I'm trying to be good and let him appreciate the slowness and what it means for him. so I'll be patient. because he's fucked once he cums. has no idea I'll be using him right back and making him a stupid mess for this
he's adjusting the heat when I get in the shower with him. he smiles at me and turns around. our little ritual. he's come a long way since starting hormones. his body so different. he says he doesn't see it. but I do. it's not just the hair or the muscle or the voice. it's how he carries himself. so much confidence. so much pride. I lather his back in acne wash. it's cleared up a lot in recent months. probably don't need to do this anymore. but I do it for him. he rinses and leans back against my scarred chest as I run soap over his pecs. he's so excited for top surgery in a few weeks. and I think of how I'll have to wash him differently. maybe he can read my mind because he kisses my jaw. snickers and tells me I need to shave. I smack his ass for that comment and he reaches back to touch my cock. the water running over my body, I moan into his shoulder. he knows all the right spots and he's avoiding them. edging me. I'll punish him for being a brat later. but for now I'll give him this intimacy. be his plaything. I'm just so proud of him. he's everything he ever wanted for himself. and so am I. and I cherish that we get to share that with each other.
stupid mascs with thick, throbbing tcocks that they have no idea what to do with. so fucking pent up and horny aren't you buddy? need an older masc to show you how to cum again. dumb faggot. yeah buddy that's what you are now. big cock all hard in my hand from being stroked. such a fag. come on boy show me how much you need it. thrust up into my hand. yeah buddy there we go, harder. whimpering like a little bitch. got a long way to go to make you a proper man don't we. come on champ, hurry up and cum and we'll do your tshot. see if you'll last a little longer on round two when you're full of testosterone
I love when he fucks himself in my lap. rides my strap and moans and puts on a nice show for me. and I let him have his fun. he's so hot when he thinks he's in control. but eventually the tide turns. because he needs me to make him cum. so dumb. so he slumps against my chest and begs me to use him. when I wrap my arms around him, my nails dig in to the acne scars across his back. when I cover his neck in kisses, his beard scratches my cheek. when I thrust up into his cunt, I feel how his tcock rubs against the harness. so hot. so much has changed since the first time I fucked him two years ago. back before his voice had dropped and his body had gotten hairy. back when he was shy and coy and couldn't show me all of himself. you've grown so much in the time I've known you. so handsome. I can't wait to see how you continue to change. so fucking proud of everything he's achieved. so I bite his shoulder and focus on my job so that I don't cry from the joy he brings me. cum for me. please cum for me
