hiiii :3c i figured i finally needed to make a pinned post its only been years since i made this blog and several months of being active on here again
so like my bio says, im a bi trans guy in my 20s with a sprinkling of nonbinary in there, and i use he/they pronouns. sorry about the splatoon theme on this page i couldnt think of anything else
as you might be able to guess from *gestures at entire blog*, omorashi is a fetish of mine. i DO have other kinks, such as:
bondage
tummy stuff (for lack of a better phrase)
omutsu (without ageplay)
other types of desperation
things i am NOT into (but not judging if youre into them):
detransitioning kink
ageplay
puppyplay (at least being the puppy)
if i think of more kinks for either list i'll add them, but honestly this blog is like 99% piss
feel free to ask me about any of my kinks!! or just, anything, i won't bite (unless u ask me to)
anyway i hope u like it here as much as i do, i like this side of tumblr way more than the side of tumblr im in on my main account
Pop. This is a true story about a time I drank my entire water bottle plus a 32 oz beer and then drove an hour in traffic home from the beach. My bladder was a beach ball sitting in my little sandy bikini. And yes, it was a true emergency, and yes, I popped and pissed my entire bladder out in my car. I was that full. So here’s the story!
I just can’t help myself, but when I have to pee, the attention on my pussy just makes me feel so turned on. And when I’m so turned on like that, it feels so good to finally pee. So I want to pee as much as possible, and I want to feel such a high ecstasy of relief from complete desperation, that I stretch my bladder out, holding as much pee as I can take. Then when I finally lose it, I can pee so hard, so far, and so much. I can enjoy the feeling of hot piss shooting from my pussy. I feel so turned on I could die. I love to rub my full full bladder, its weight bearing down on my clit and pee hole, making me throb, making me hot, making me drip. Making me leak. Piss seeping out of me as my bladder fights for relief.
So that’s how I found myself in the situation I was in, where I’d drank an entire 32oz modelo, and a lot of water, and I was stuck in traffic for an hour. My bladder was so full my head was spinning. My eyes were crossing. My pussy ached. My bladder ached, my clit ached. I was so turned on but also couldn’t think straight, piss urgency was all my mind could do. “Gotta pee gotta pee gotta go gotta piss fuck I’m gonna piss my car” was all I could think. All I could anticipate was my pussy shooting piss into my car… that and trying not to crash. I was so screwed. I had to go so bad and I was 32 minutes from home. I knew I wouldn’t make it. My mistake was that I overestimated myself. My bladder capacity, really. See, I’ve always had this fetish and I’ve stretched out my bladder over the years. Nothing major, but I have held to the point of swelling my bladder a few times before. I’ve gotten it to feel pretty big and firm, and I’ve pissed my heart out for minutes on end. I’ve gotten myself so lost in it that I’ve orgasmed during the pee explosion, giving myself a pee-gasm. It’s the most intense and sensational experience I could ever have, it’s the bladder relief of hours long desperation, it’s the feeling of hot piss jetting out of my body, it’s the throbbing clit helping to pump piss out faster and harder…… I’m in absolute heaven. I’m in pure ecstasy and relief. And the stakes are always so high, my bladder can get so big and so full, full to the point of exploding. And I let it explode out of my body, through my throbbing piss hole, shooting piss into the sky, across the room, into walls, shooting it into mattresses or towels or clothes or pillows or blankets…. Shooting piss through my panties, losing control completely, desperately pissing myself because I have no choice…. Shooting piss into pillows and humping them as I soak them involuntarily, just an exploding bladder….. And coming as I do it. So yeah I have some experience.
So there I was trapped in my car and absolutely losing my mind with pee desperation. I’m already sitting in a pee puddle. I’ve been seeping and leaking piss for a solid 10 minutes already, and I’m never going to make it. My bladder is visibly sagging out of my body, a bowling ball sitting between my hips.
I’m at 1,000% capacity and piss is coming out, right there in the car with “oh my god, I’m going…. Fuck, I’m peeing. I’m peeing. I’m peeing oh my god it feels so good.” And then I start to cum. I stop myself immediately. I can’t lose my whole bladder right here in my car. I know I’m going to piss, like, a gallon. I’m literally going to let out a horse piss and I can’t do that in my car. So I stop the pee and cum and just sit in my sopping mess, in absolute agony.
As I was saying, my bladder was too full. I thought I could handle it. I guzzled a whole 32 oz bottle of beer, and then so I could drive I drank almost my whole water bottle. I don’t know what I was thinking. I couldnt hold that much. I already had to go and I kept drinking. No, I kept guzzling. I was downing water as my bladder filled. Chugging liquids as they poured straight into my swollen bladder. My aching pussy. My swollen sopping wet clit begging me to drink more. I was hypnotized. I wanted to be huge. I wanted to be full like never before. I wanted to be rock hard, and I overdid it.
I was driving and squirming. My belly was so huge and hard. Touching my aching bladder and being shocked and concerned at how hard it was. I had to keep letting pee out. I had no choice. I pissed myself a little bit every few minutes, I just had to or I’d explode. My bladder was rock solid and HUGE. I had never seen it so big. I had no idea I could get so full. It was fucking amazing. I was ecstatic. It was so erotic, to see my tummy sag and stretch like that, to see my huge bulging bladder as a visible validating of my feelings — true and unavoidable piss desperation. I was squirming so bad. Lifting up and going back down, squeezing my thighs so tight they hurt. Knocking my knees together. My eyes were crossing my bladder was so big. I had to pee so so so so bad. I had never had to pee so bad in my life. I squirmed. I squirted out little jets and felt no relief. My nails dug into my steering wheel as pee dripped off my seat. Trying to drive my car was agonizing. I was squirming and spurting. I profoundly had to pee. It felt so good. It felt soooooo good. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my legs tighter and throbbed. I rubbed. I put my hand in between my legs. I pinched my pussy closed with my fingers and I still feel droplets squeak out. My bladder was pushing so hard to let pee out. I was letting it come out because I knew i had to or I’d burst, but I couldn’t truly piss like I needed to in my car. But god I needed to. I rocked my hips forward to try to make more room in my body for my aching, huge bladder. I hunched forward. I tugged the seatbelt off my tummy. My big bloated tummy. I moved the seatbelt away with my hands and realized how my bladder had just been pressing up against it.
I squirmed around and then I stared to really piss myself. I just couldn’t keep it in my tummy. My big bloated tummy couldn’t hold it in. Whenever I moved my legs even slightly open pee shot out. A strong jet, a rope. Id snap my legs shut with a splash. I couldn’t believe I was losing control, but then I really could because all I could even think about or feel was the desperate need to pee. I was so insanely turned on. I was ready to cum with the slightest touch.
I had a one track mind on my pussy. I had to piss so bad I could die. And I had to cum. But most importantly I had to piss, and in fact I was pissing, right then and there, into my panties and into my car seat. Pissing. I couldn’t stop I was so desperate, I couldn’t have physically stopped. I put my hand down there and clamped myself shut and piss droplets found their way out anyways. I whispered to myself “I’m peeing…”
I was driving. Driving and peeing. Fantasizing about piss jets and water fountains. I needed to spray like nobody’s business. I needed to GO. I ached. I was fully desperate. All I could see beyond the steering wheel was visions of myself spraying. On a bed, my hips lifting up involuntarily, spraying piss across the room. Hitting the wall with it. Moaning with relief, but not for 30 seconds. It takes me 30 seconds of full force squirting out a thick stream to even begin to feel relief. That’s how full I am. That’s how big my bladder is. That’s how stretched out my bladder is, how well trained I am. Years of bladder stretching and holding. I know my limits and I know I was surpassing them in this car, that’s why I was constantly pumping piss out the whole time into my nice car. Spraying my leather seats through my loose bikini.
Oh my god I was gonna pop. Fantasizing about shooting piss into the mattress. I wished I was home. I wished I could piss with abandon. I don’t want to keep pissing into my pathetic little hand. I wanted to hold. I was desperate to try. Keep it in. Hold it like a big girl. Hold your pee. So I clamped my legs shut. I felt a little puddle arise between my thighs. I felt so defeated. I looked down at my bladder and I felt couldn’t believe the size of it. I put my hand on it and stroked it and I couldn’t believe how sore it was. I was literally going to explode if I didn’t pee. I was beyond capacity and I knew I was going to burst. My bladder was going to pop. I was going to bust. I was going to blow. Bursting, bursting, bursting. Have to pee so bad. Head spinning eyes crossing, bladder exploding. I opened my legs. A thick spray of piss in every direction. I feel the build up to coming already. I’m shooting ropes into my car, while I’m sitting in traffic. I’m exploding. I’m peeing. God, I’m peeing. Fuck. I need to pee so much. Fuck. I don’t even feel relieved yet but it feels so good. I rest my hand on my bursting bladder and let myself piss, I feel the hot streams of piss hit the back of my legs, it’s truly jetting, I’ve rarely ever seen myself pee so hard. My little pussy needs to cum, and I’m about to cum right then and there, right into my piss puddle when all of a sudden traffic is moving and they’re honking at me. I snap my legs closed with a big splash. My rope of piss stops and immediately I’m in agony. My eyes are crossing, I’m trying to drive, but all I can think of is I have to pee so much more I have to pee so so so bad. My bladder is still very firm. Letting all that pee out only made it worse and now my pussy was absolutely throbbing with desire. My whole organ is swollen, red, hot, wet. Demanding attention. NEEDING to cum but NEEDING to piss even worse. “I need to piss like a racehorse,” I said and meant it. My clit was rock hard and standing up, pulsing and throbbing at the air, begging to cum. I was so turned on, so wet, so hard.
She loved pissing herself. She was overcome with desperate desire.
I ground my pussy into my wet puddle of a leather seat. My pussy throbbed. It threatened to cum every second. If I dared to touch my clit I would cum so hard I’d piss and crash. And god, I HAD TO PISS. PISS PISS. PEEEEE. PEEEE. SHOOOOOT PISSSSS is all I could think. My eyes crossing. Agonizing fantasies of shooting ropes of piss into my windshield. And suddenly it became real as my hips lifted and I just let my piss fly. I shot my piss right int my window. Hard. Fuck it felt good. I let it go. “I’m going I’m going. I’m peeing. Oh my god I’m peeing. I’m sorry. I’m going pee…”
I could not stop. “I can’t stop peeing…” I was bursting, a fountain. I had a waterfall of pee shooting upward from between my legs, from my pussy, spraying a wide and messy spray at full force. I pushed a little more and the mess consolidated into a hot little laser beam, half an inch thick and just… shooting. Hard. I had never pissed so hard, I was truly in an emergency. I believe my bladder was about to rip and I had to piss fast to empty it before I absolutely burst at the seams, literally. So like a valve, I just lose control. Luckily traffic was at a standstill for the full 3 minutes it took me to pee. I couldn’t believe it, I peed FOREVER. As if a cork popped off, as if a valve holding a high pressure load, as if a FIRE HYDRANT BURST, my pussy just let go to the most high pressure explosion I’ve ever seen. My pee exploded out of me. I had to go so fucking bad, my peehole just opened and my bladder squeezed. I was a fucking hose. Right into my car. Soaked it through. And I didn’t care, I couldn’t care, because I went limp, my pussy took all my body’s energy to spray pee. Like a valve, I didn’t stop until my bladder was empty. My full full belly just drained itself. My rock solid tummy, round and plump, full of bladder, just couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth hung open, I was in a stupid little trance, my pussy THROBBED, and my clit, hot and full of blood, twitched as it got sprayed with the piss that was flying out of me. I was in a trance state, hypnotized, only aware of my own peeing. The pure pleasure I felt, how my nipples grew three sizes and turned bright red, how my whole pussy was a swollen begging mess, how I had just never felt so turned on in my life, and how I knew that soon, the orgasm that would find me would rock my entire world. As I pissed and pissed, I lifted my hips up, eyes crossing but fixed on my stream, and I ruuuubbbeddd my bladder. I gave it so much love as it emptied. I sat there with a hand on each side of my bladder, it was that big. I loved it and adored it, and I just sat there and watched myself pee, so hard the entire time, a rush of piss flying out of me and making a MESS. Sometimes my stream got thick and messy, spraying in three different directions, and sometimes my stream just shot forward. My tongue rolled out of my mouth as I just watched myself go. Thinking of all I drank. And just peeing, peeing, peeing, so lost in the orgasmic peeing. And when my peegasm started I was ready for it, my piss started coming out in spurts, starting and stopping as my pussy clenched and throbbed and my clit twitched in the air. Still, peeing away. Peeing like a faucet and then stopping for my cunt to throb, then peeing like a faucet again, 5 seconds of piss, spraying, and then a 2 second break while my cunt throbbed inward again, then it pushed out again and my pee went jetting out again. I was coming and peeing so hard, I couldn’t believe it. I was thanking god traffic was still stopped. I was coming back to my senses when I had to start driving again, and you better believe I was driving and pissing still, a little stream shooting into the back of my legs from my pussy. And I’m still going crazy, I’m still in piss/bladder/clit heaven land. I’m starting to grope my own stream, pee hard and slow into my own hand. I’m still rubbing and grabbing at my bladder. I want it hard again already. I loved that it was ROCK. FUCKING. HARD. swollen with piss. God. Fuck. My little tank just turns me on soooooo much. So I drove home like that, eyes crossing and nearly fainting from being so horny, intermittently peeing the whole time.
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
watched the episodes of chainsmoker cat that are out rn and uh... yeah there was definitely a "the writer's barely disguised fetish" omo moment in ep 2
thinking about long pees now, a really desperate person with a really big and full bladder finally gets to go and its
-character with their partner and they just keep going and going and going and their partners just like "wow you really had to go" or maybe they get genuinely a little worried cause they were holding that much? it mustve hurt!
-character with a group of people they dont know very well or dont have a good relationship with and they need to stop to pee and theyre taking so long the group starts getting annoyed and tells them to hurry up but they cant stop theres still so much!
-character going behind a bush or piece of rubble or something but they end up peeing so much it creates a river that flows into view and not its VERY obvious what theyre doing
-character bedbound with a full bladder and a nurse gets them a bedpan to go in but theres so much it overflows
Hello again! This story was commissioned by a lovely repeat customer and I got permission to post it for y’all to enjoy. Hope you like it!
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“Chug! Chug! Chug!”
Connor chants along with the other boys as Jack downs the rest of his beer, his throat working up and down as he drinks. His sweat glistens slightly against his skin, catching the mid-morning light as he tips his head back to finish the last few drops before gasping in a breath of air and crushing the empty can in his hands.
“Yeah!” Will cheers from the passenger’s seat, laughing goofily. “Didn’t think you could actually do it!”
“Did he finish?” Henry asks, taking his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to glance backwards at Jack. Connor doesn’t really mind–they haven’t seen another car in at least five minutes, and the expanse of road ahead of them is as straight as an arrow and smooth like glass.
The four of them are on a road trip, having finished their third year of college together a couple of short weeks ago, and in order to save money on gas they’d decided to pile into Henry’s old four-person car instead of taking two separate vehicles. It’s a little bit cramped, and very hot with their combined body temperatures warming up the small space, but luckily enough, Jack had the foresight to fill one of their mini coolers with sodas and beer, squeezing it between his and Connor’s feet in the backseat.
Connor’s pretty sure he’d have already died of heatstroke if it weren’t for Jack’s smart thinking. His smarts are one of the few things Connor admires about him–As the brain of the group, Jack always has the solution for any problem, and he’s kind enough not to judge, either. Before Connor came out to Henry and Will, the two of them had found a gay porn magazine stashed beneath his dorm room bed, and all it had taken was a panicked look towards Jack for his friend to jump to his defense with an excuse about art majors and the human figure.
Connor is pretty sure that’s the moment he fell for Jack. (Fell hard.)
Unfortunately, his crush (which has since spiraled into something much more) is just about the one problem Jack can’t fix for him. Connor’s three closest friends may know that he plays for the other team now, but that doesn’t mean they share the sentiment at all. He’s spent a lot of time trying to convince himself otherwise, but he always circles back around to Jack being straight.
That doesn’t mean he can’t admire his friend from afar, though, and admire he does. Like now, for instance, as Jack lets out a long sigh and wipes the sweat from his brow with the hand still holding his beer can, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Damn, that was good,” he says, his voice low and smooth, turning to glance at Connor. “You’d better catch up, man. That was my second.”
“I’m almost done,” Connor retorts, lifting his own can to his lips. “Not everyone can swallow the whole can in one go.”
Jack lets out a huff of a laugh as Connor takes a few gulps of his second beer of the day, enjoying the crisp coldness of the drink as it trickles down his throat. “Weak,” Will jeers with a snort, turning back around in his seat to watch the open road. Connor narrows his eyes playfully at him, continuing to enjoy his beer.
“Hey, pass me a soda, would you?” Henry asks, taking one hand off the wheel and waving it in the direction of the cooler. “I don’t care what kind.”
“I got it,” Jack says, flipping the lid of the cooler and fishing out a can of ginger ale. “Must suck to have to stay sober this whole drive.”
“Whatever,” Will scoffs. “At least we won’t have to piss an hour more into the drive.”
“Caffeine is a diuretic, too, idiot,” Henry laughs, reaching back to take the offered can of soda. “But it doesn’t matter. We’ve got all the time in the world to get to the site. As long as we check in before dark, we can stop as many times as we want.”
Incredible how a super full bladder turns the lower belly into a new erogenous zone. Best part of the body just got even better. Cute tummy is now swollen and hypersensitive and makes you squirt pee when you press it. Amazing.
I do adore stories where a bunch of people are all desperate to pee and trapped in a car/elevator/train/whatever, and they have one little container that they pass around so that everybody gets to relieve themselves a little bit—but they all promise not to let too much out and cheat the next person out of their tiny taste of relief.
Of course the plan is all going to break down because nobody can pee enough to get any real relief. And then somebody who was barely holding on starts to pee a little bit but ends up gushing uncontrollably into the cup while everybody shouts at them to stop.
And then the next person over, who’s been waiting this whole time to get their turn, just panics and takes things into their own hands before the gusher can fill it to the brim. And they yank the cup out of their hand and without planning just shove their fingers into their neighbor’s crotch and forcibly squeezes their urethra shut to stop them spurting, because they know that’s the only way they’re going to get a chance to pee. Only now they’ll have to spend the rest of the time with one hand plugging somebody else’s peehole while the owner of said peehole grinds into their fingers like their life depends on it.
Writing a story about a proud, hardened spaceship's captain (Luc?) who gets sent in a smaller ship than usual to check out an anomaly. There's a new maintenance regulation which designates that any crew sent on a mission greater than x lighthours without appropriate amenities onboard away is provided with, and instructed, to equip a one-size-fits-all human-style absorbency garment. "A diaper." Says Luc. "I get it, and I won't need it, but you do mean a diaper."
"Just wear it," says the superior.
"Sure," says Luc in a way that sounds like he absolutely will not wear it.
"I'm serious, Luc. The kidney damage guidelines lay it out really clearly. We know you're capable, but you don't want to lose your level of classification for a grudge. We're all agreeing to this."
"Fine, fine," Luc waves him off. "I'll use it. Don't worry. May as well start feeding us warm milk and asking us if we want a blankie, too."
"You know, back in the day all the early astronauts had to wear em. People thought they were heroic for it."
"Somehow I doubt that," says Luc drily. But he accepts the silly thing and wears it under the first layer of his uniform before the flight.
What he didn't realize is how soon he'd be grateful he had it on.
First it was the delays in getting out. Then it was the delays in coming back. And he had just been leaving the familiar asteroids of his home space when he realizes his body is doing the thing it does every so often where it processes all the liquid he drank all at once. It's only happened a few times, usually after leaving the bar, and he's always been lucky to find a toilet, but. He won't be finding any here.
He knows he's probably fucked when he starts fantasizing about using nearby rocks and asteroids as makeshift toilets, the craters and holes pocking their surface offering a welcome place to hide his waste. Ohhhh, why didn't they give him landing gear? Why did this have to happen now?
He's in the last stretch of his flight returning home and it's gotten worse, way worse. It's all rushed to the tip of his dick, screaming for relief. It's *urgent*, and he regrets the tall coffee, the large refreshing fruit drink he had, the water after eating salty chips, and the soda he shared with his friend before leaving for his mission. He reeeeally really has to go. Words like "accident" and "can't hold it" float through his mind. He holds himself very very still, promising himself not to wriggle like a child. But his hand movements belye his state of distress, suddenly moving to rub his chin, or frantically rub the top of his thigh back and forth, or squeeze his knee, or just vaguely tremor in the air. None of it's doing anything. But he's trying. He's *trying*.
This must be what people say when they describe their eyeballs as floating. If the contents of a man are his mind, then he must be one giant ocean of piss, too large for one man to hold, with only one way out.
And make its way out it does.
"Oh, fuck!" he can't help but exclaim when he loses control, just for a second, forgets to manually Not Pee as he has had to do every second this flight.
"Commander?" asks his superior over the radio.
Fuck, why must he be all alone in space and yet so watched? "No matter," he assures him, slightly out of breath. "Nothing of substance, I assure you."
He hates this. Hates that day one of having a freaking diaper and he's used it. Just a bit, but are you serious? The padding his dick is pushed around by is now warm and damp, a foolish call to attention of his weakness.
Well. He hasn't really *used* it, has he?
Anyone in his situation could be forgiven for letting some off the top. There's only so much a man can do, after all. But largely he has control. And now that he has made some room in himself, he should be able to keep it up. In fact, he is determined to.
By some miracle, he releases little more than some necessary drops by the time he lands. He is one big muscle, and he is positioned entirely against the wall of ocean. He feels something like that boy stopping the sea, in that ancient story, by putting his finger in the hole. No one ever truly appreciated how strong and noble that boy was, thinks Luc. He should be given a congressional meal of honor.
Luc holds his urine as he lands.
He holds it as he deboards.
He holds it as he takes off his rather unwieldy belt and spacesuit (well, he may have lost more dribbles, but with the positions he had to put himself in to get himself out of those damn constrictive leggings, no one could blame him.) He holds it, but it struggles, it fights to leave him.
And as he strides very very very very quickly towards the toilets, he can't hold it anymore.
The spurt rushes out of him warmly and welcomingly, and he frantically wiggles and stops it, and stops the next one too. And he makes it two more steps before the finger in the dam fails entirely.
Fuck.
Fuuuuuuuu-uuuck!
His whole mind is eclipsed with relief, from the tip of his dick to the top of his head. The warm ocean rushes out of him, warming his pubis, crotch, and wetting his ass. He didn't know pissing could feel this good. In for a space-penny, he thinks, and pushes it out harder. Now the liquid creeps up the padded waistband a bit, and down the upper thighs where, prepped for zero gravity, the absorbent material blessedly continued. He can't really tell where his pee stops and the diaper begins, in truth. He is an ocean of warmth. Warmth, and relief. And he is very, very, very, very wet.
Why do babies even get potty trained? he thinks. Why do they even allow it?
He realizes that he has stopped very suddenly in a busy hallway, with his esteemed colleagues and some *very* important politicians in the building, and probably has had a very weird look on his face for the last...he doesn't know how long he's been standing here.... between twenty seconds and five years?
At a quizzical look from his officemate, he says "just...forgot something on my grocery list," he says, kicking himself for how wobbly and gutteral his voice comes out. And he shuffles, probably more awkwardly than necessary, to the nearest bathroom. He knows he is bright red.
He strips his pants and looks at himself in the mirror. Damn, it really did take it all. By this point, some slight urge has returned, and he pushes that one out too, watching for evidence in the mirror, and it's warm and continues for quite a while. It feels kind of amazing. After repeating this a few times and he's sure he's done, Luc slowly disrobes himself of the one-size-fits-all human-style absorbency garment. It's heavy, warm, and falls to the ground with a wet slap. He wraps it in paper towels and stuffs it in the trash can. It doesn't smell like anything, bless technology. And he leaves the tiny restroom, sends his final report, clocks out, and floats home.
Several days later, Spacecaptain Luc Buonevaire pulls up his pants in the morning, looks in the mirror, and releases just a spurt of pee. It takes some time to start, and he stops it quickly, but it burns like hot nickel in the inside of his thigh. The dampness feels like no more than sweat, but knowing that it's urine excites him. You can't see it from the outside. A thrill shoots through him.
Next week he is going on a second mission on the tiny spacecraft. They are going to give him a diaper. And he is going to wear it.
what if i didnt tag the irl posts anymore because i feel like maybe my tagging system is flagging something and making tumblr Notice and then mark them explicit. or am i being crazy is this just me
