I came across a post a while ago (I wish I could find it again) in which the basic premise was this: a portal pussy (in which there was a device or something that was magically connected via a portal to someone’s pussy/hole).
I raise you the omo edition: portal bladder. 😈 (It's possible that someone else already had this idea, idk. credit given where credit is due). To me, that sounds like a blast.
Having my bladder get fuller and fuller when something gets poured into the other end of the portal? Gods that sounds so hot. And what if someone controlled the other end... oh god yes please.
I love playing video games or watching something that captures my attention. I ended doing bladder holds because i’m so invested in the story or gameplay, that whenever I recognize I have to urinate after a couple or few hours.
They’re always minutes long of urination. I love the sound of peeing. It really calms me in addition to turning me on. (Funny thingy)
It feels really good to feel the pressure of bladder empty and my urethra feels so sensitive. Sometimes i end up cumming a bit of milk with my piss.
This happens multiple times throughout the day.
I type with my toes curled, legs crossed and hand on my bladder like a dumb kitty :3
(If you find any of my old posts in the wild please link them in the comments. Stuffedfullbabe was me)
Dom / sub, gender neutral, mommy kink? Idk she/her , he/his and they/them pronouns
Bee had woken up like any other day, comfy, warm and in the same cute pjs they put on before bed- if not a little sore. Mommy liked to use them once they were asleep, something about them being easier to pound into and they couldn’t protest once they were overstimulated.
Bee tried to roll out of bed, but felt something weighing them down and instead opted to wiggle to the edge and stand on their own. Bit of a mistake. Upon standing their legs nearly gave out. They did not realize the massive plug, plugging fluids deep inside their gut- until they stood. Shakily pulling off their pj’s - they soon noticed their belly was bulging out quite a bit, and not just from the buckets of cum.
A thin tube stuck out, barely long enough to stick out from under their shortest pair of shorts. With a light tug on it- it was stuck firmly in place. Bee whimpered and waddled towards their closet where mommy had left an outfit hanging for them. Overall shorts, a cute crop top, white thigh highs and a pair of running shoes. A super cute outfit. Bee inspected the tag, noticing the size was a large- too big on them normally, but the way their tummy stuck out and the weight of it…. Maybe it would fit?
Bee pulled on the tight panties left out for them and carefully stepped into the overalls, before pulling the very cropped shirt on. It just covered their nipples and the bit of underboob they had. If they lifted their arms- it would be on full show. Bee buckled one of the straps before realizing that their bladder was quite full- mommy had the rule, if they wanted to pee they had to ask and had to be in their jammies still. But mommy was downstairs and it was rude to come down naked.
Bee sighed and buckled the other side and pulled on their socks and shoes with great effort before waddling downstairs- where mommy waited with a big breakfast and plenty of juice. If there was something bee could not get enough of- it was cranberry juice- which unfortunately filled their bladder super fast. A large glass was waiting along side a full plate of pancakes.
“Good morning bee! I hope you enjoyed the gift I left you?” “O-oh um, yes mommy. It’s w-wonderful!” She smiled and passed bee a fork and knife. “If you manage to sit through all of breakfast, then I will empty you out. Otherwise you will be waiting till our next proper meal.”
Bee began eating and drinking their juice- making sure to consume all of it before asking for seconds and thirds. Being a good boy was hard work and required a good meal to keep going. By the time breakfast had finished and bee had swallowed down their ‘second’ glass of cranberry juice, mommy stared at them with a hungry look.
“Unbuckle those and lay face first on the table.” Bee nodded and worked on it, whimpering when their bladder hit the table. Mommy pulled the plug out, and plunged in, fucking quickly and carefully- dumping another large load on cum into the smaller below them. Plugging them once again- she noticed bee was out like a light, it wouldn’t hurt to fill them a bit more right?
Pulling out a funnel from a locked drawer in the kitchen, she attached it to the thin tube and began filling Bees already full bladder. Mommy smirked as the bladder bubbled wider. Bee was oblivious to the fact that they drank a whole litre of cranberry juice that mommy had laced with diuretics. In their orgasm high state, bee could not tell what was going on until they woke on the couch a few mins later.
Mommy was washing something in the sink when they woke. “Good morning bee. Are you alright? You passed out after breakfast.” Bee went to stand but dropped right back into the couch, mommy ran over “you must be so full from breakfast. Do you still want to go on that trip?”
Bee whimpered a yes and mommy helped them stand. Their belly was larger than before and the constant urge to pee was not helping. Bee had made it to the car, waddling, clutching their belly and looking exhausted by the time they sat down. Mommy finished filling the car with a small cooler and a bag of luggage for the two, before coming to check in on bee.
“Thirsty?” Bee nodded and opened their mouth. Mommy plunged their dick into bees small throat, cumming down it directly, bulging the tummy further. Once done they pulled out a water bottle from the car door and made bee drink most of it, before buckling them in tightly. Bee knew right then and there, their only chance to empty fully would be the air bnb that was a 3 hour drive away.
just a thought of someone making me pee my pants in public, of someone noticing how badly I need to go to the bathroom but they say "no no slut you're going to pee right here and now" and reaching between my legs and rubbing my panties, until they touch my clit while I moan and cry and say "no no please I need to pee I can't hold it" but of course they don't care and say "shh slut shut up and be good for me and pee your pants and your pretty panties" so I'm whining about the stimulation being too much, I just pee while moaning and feeling all my pee warming my clothes and wetting me while hearing in my ear "good boy good slut for me".
sorry just a thought and I love degradation and peeing in my panties and I feel this way about my submissive side :)
Ok so I've had this story in my head ever since I saw this post and cranked it out last night/today. I didn't edit it very much, so this is basically a "typed it out, gave it some tweaks and a read over, bing bang boom" kind of deal. Just needed to get it out. Disclaimer: the events in the story are consensual, the couple has done things like this before and any distress mentioned is agreed upon in the context of the story. Also, it's kind of long. Here ya go:
It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and Cyan and Indy were on a date at the mall. They’ve been there for the past three hours, Cyan mostly interested in the bookstore (Cyan finding a graphic novel they’d been looking for, Indy excited about a new horror novel that had just come out), candy shop, and various cute knick knack stores, one of them in which Cyan and Indy both found Pochacco blind bags and, to their delight, pulled their favorites from the set. Cyan was on cloud nine, hazy with love for the day and for Indy.
Except.
Except for the fact that it had been about four hours since they’d last used the bathroom, one hour since they finished a large lemonade from the food court, and half an hour since they started feeling the first inkling that their bladder was starting to fill. They’d decided to ignore it at the time, and maybe see about finding a restroom once they were closer to leaving the mall.
“Oh perfect, here’s the botanical shop, let’s head inside!” Indy said, spotting one of their favorite stores. Indy had a modest yet thriving collection of houseplants and took pride in keeping them healthy. This independent plant store was their favorite spot to pick up soil and other odds and ends, frequenting there so often that they’d become friends with the owners. Cyan loved how well Indy took care of their plants – Cyan wouldn’t touch them, as they were known as a harbinger of death for the poor things. Cyan was better suited for furry creatures to care for than leafy.
“Oh sure!” Cyan agreed, happy to walk through the fresh smelling plants while Indy got more soil for their apartment. They were greeted at the entrance by a waterfall feature – one of those small garden decorations, where the water continually flowed from the top of the stone structure down to the small pool basin. Cyan eyed it nervously, the trickling water reminding them of their own bladder, which tingled uncomfortably at the sound. They quickly followed Indy further into the shop and blessedly, away from the waterfall.
“Violet! Lil!” Indy cheered as they caught sight of the two owners of the shop, a married couple who happened to live just down the street from Cyan and Indy. “Hey you two!” Violet said. “Didn’t tell us you were coming by today.”
“I didn’t know if you were going to be here,” Indy replied. “It’s a Sunday, after all. Don’t you usually have other staff here on Sundays?”
“Yeah, well, two of ours called out sick, what can you do.” Lil shrugged. “How’s it, Cyan?”
Cyan smiled a hello. “S’all good,” they said, shifting their weight and shoving their hands into the pockets of their denim jacket. Their need to pee was more noticeable now, and they hoped that adjusting their stance would help quell the urge while they chatted. It did for a minute, but Cyan soon realized that they couldn’t keep standing still, so they excused themself to go look around the shop while Indy continued to chat. Unfortunately, that meant getting closer to the waterfall again. Cyan’s hands balled into fists in their pockets, mentally urging Indy to hurry up. The insistent splashing of the water into the basin was a tease to Cyan’s bladder, filling up more quickly now that the lemonade had made its way through their system. They were going to need to say something to Indy, and soon.
Thankfully, Indy finished up their purchase and said their goodbyes to Violet and Lil. “Hey, ready to go?” Indy asked Cyan.
“Yes,” Cyan breathed, relieved to finally be away from that waterfall.
“Where would you like to go next?” Indy said.
“Well, actually,” Cyan started, “could we stop at the ah, the bathroom before we keep going?”
“The bathroom?” Indy asked. They cocked their head slightly, feigning confusion, but Cyan immediately saw the knowing glint in their eye. Cyan knew what that look meant and could only hope Indy would take it easy on them.
“Yeah...” Cyan said, somewhat sheepishly. “The bathroom.”
“What do you need the bathroom for?” Indy asked, still playing innocent. Cyan groaned internally.
“I just, well...the lemonade from lunch...”
“Yes?” Indy prompted, smirking.
Cyan felt a blush start to creep on their cheeks. “Well, I finished it about an hour ago and now I just...have to pee.” They finished their sentence in a rush, their bladder panging as a reminder of that fact.
Indy gave an exaggerated nod, as if they were only now connecting the dots. “Oooh, I see. Well, I don’t think it’s time for us to take a bathroom break yet. It’s only been an hour, like you said, since you had anything to drink. Surely you can wait a bit longer.”
“Ah, but,” Cyan huffed, “I need to – “
“In fact,” Indy continued, “it’s probably a good idea if we got you another drink, don’t you think? You’re supposed to drink so much every hour, whatever that recommendation is, I forget exactly. Either way, it’s definitely time for another drink for you.” Indy took Cyan by the hand and began to drag them back to the food court. Cyan gave a small whine in protest.
“Indy, really, I need to pee – “
“No, you don’t.” Indy replied, their tone seeping with excited yet controlled dominance, “You don’t need to go yet, and any of that lemonade that’s filtering through you, well you’ll just have to hold it like a big boy. One lemonade is not enough to need to go.”
Cyan shushed at Indy’s command, letting themself be pulled back to the food court without further arguing. They’ve played this game before, and Cyan accepted that they were playing again now, although how long Cyan could hold off the inevitable...they were unsure. They were even more unsure when they landed at the soda dispenser at the center of the food court – the kind that’s self-serve for over a dozen brand and flavor options – and Indy pulled a large cup from the stack. Cyan squeezed their thighs together at the sight, forcing themself to take a deep breath and try to steady the splashing feeling in their bladder.
“Hmmm, what drink would you like?” Indy asked, looking over the options on the screen. “Oh! They have Cherry Sprite, how about that?” They turned to Cyan, gesturing with the cup.
Cyan wavered. They did like Cherry Sprite, but the large cup...
“Yeah, Cherry Sprite sounds good,” Cyan replied. “But...how about a medium?” they ventured, hoping Indy would take the bait. They didn’t.
“No, a large. We wouldn’t want you to get thirsty and have to come all the way back here, would we?” Indy added some ice, then selected the Cherry Sprite and pushed the pour button. Bright, bubbly soda started gushing out. Cyan groaned, their need to pee escalating with the sound of the drink rushing into the cup. They shifted from one foot to the other, longing for relief that was a far way off.
“Here you go!” Indy chirped, handing Cyan the now full cup. “Drink up.”
Cyan, knowing there was no way out of this, immediately obeyed, their teeth chewing at the straw while they took a large gulp. The citrusy sweet drink fizzled down their throat, and while admittedly it was delicious, it was also a stark reminder of what was already trickling into Cyan’s bladder. Cyan took a few more sips, which pleased Indy. “There,” Indy said, “doesn’t that feel good?”
“Yes,” Cyan gasped, fingers gripping the cup a bit too tight, “feels...feels good.” It did not feel good. It felt like Cyan was a water balloon quickly overfilling itself to pop, the soda and lemonade sloshing together in Cyan’s tummy down to their bladder. They bit their lip nervously, shimmying their hips from side to side.
“Good!” Indy said. “Now let’s go check out some other stores.”
Indy led Cyan throughout the mall over the next half hour, reveling in every squirm, pant, and whimper Cyan made as they went. Indy loved seeing Cyan grow desperate, their little bladder throbbing until Cyan couldn’t take it anymore and begged Indy to let them pee. And this time, Indy had something a little special planned for when that moment finally happened.
Cyan could barely concentrate while Indy dragged them from spot to spot, their need to pee growing rapidly with each sip of their soda. They fidgeted restlessly as Indy presented candles to sniff, game boxes to read, stuffed animals to feel, their bladder quivering below their belly and sending increasingly urgent signals to Cyan that they needed to go! They needed to go now!
“Indy...” Cyan said quietly, swaying from foot to foot as subtly as they could manage, their free hand hovering over their belly while the other held a now half empty soda cup, “please, I have to pee. Please can I go now?”
“Hmm?” Indy looked up nonchalantly from the price tag they were checking. They eyed Cyan’s potty dance and chuckled. “Aww, does my pup have to go so soon?” they mocked. “You haven’t even finished your soda.”
“Hnngg,” Cyan groaned, glancing at the remaining soda in the cup, condensation dripping onto their fingers and sending tingling chills up their spine. “I c-can’t finish this, Indy. I can’t take it anymore!”
“You poor thing. You’re just going to have to hold it, we aren’t going to the bathroom right now.”
“But,” Cyan protested, “but I have to go!”
“You sure sound restless,” Indy replied, ignoring Cyan’s plea, “let’s go take a seat for a minute by the fountain.”
“The fountain?” Cyan said, incredulous, as Indy took them by the hand and walked them to the main water feature of the mall – a giant white stone pool with water shoots spraying sparkling water in a circular pattern. Merry go round animals were hung form the ceiling above, making it all look rather whimsical.
“Yeah, there are benches here,” Indy said, sitting them down. Cyan immediately began to grind down on the bench, fanning their thighs in and out. The rushing water of the fountain was torture to their sensitive bladder, their own pee splashing menacingly against its walls and threatening to make its way down their urethra. “Isn’t this nice?” Indy asked. “I just love watching all this water flowing around us, so free and easy. And the sounds it makes, aren’t they relaxing?”
“Ooooh,” Cyan moaned a reply, writhing in a desperate attempt to find any sort of relief from the tingling all along their lower belly. Indy’s teasing was making the situation exponentially worse, and Cyan wasn’t sure how much longer they could hold back the flood. “Fuck, I gotta go to the bathroom. Indy, please!”
“Big boys don’t need to go without permission. You’re just gonna have to handle it.” Indy made no move to leave the bench. “Now let’s rest here for a bit, enjoy the fountain.” They eyed Cyan. “Drink more of your soda.”
Cyan was decidedly not enjoying the fountain. They took a few quick sips from their soda to appease Indy, but their need to pee was all encompassing. They rocked back and forth on the bench, their legs quivering as their bladder sloshed inside them. The sips of that soda felt like electric bursts sliding through them, making their bladder buzz with fullness. It was torture to sit here and do nothing. Cyan longed to be sitting on a toilet instead, where they could finally relax and release all the liquid pent up about to burst –
With that train of thought, Cyan suddenly felt the first drop of pee tingling at their entrance. They panicked, jumping up from the bench and squeezing their thighs together, frozen. Fuck, no, please not a leak! Not yet! They thought frantically.
“Is something wrong?” Indy asked innocently. “Don’t you want to finish your soda before we go?”
“N-no more soda, please!” Cyan begged, crossing one leg over the other and bending at the waist. Their bladder threatened that drop closer and closer to their tip, and Cyan was desperate to gain any amount of control. “Indy, I need a bathroom, now! I have to pee so bad, please.”
Indy shook their head. “Not until you’ve finished that soda,” they replied. “Until then, you keep holding it in.”
Cyan shook their head, unable to fathom putting any more liquid into their already thrashing bladder. Pee rippled along their lower half and they wrapped their arms around themself in need. “B-but I’m going to leak!” they whispered loudly. It was thankfully pretty deserted at this area of the mall, but Cyan was still embarrassed to be seen standing like this in public.
“Not my problem,” Indy replied, although their piercing eyes and upturned smirk indicated that they were certainly enjoying the show. “You’ll hold it until you’ve finished your drink. Big boys should be able to hold two drinks without needing to pee.”
Cyan shivered, deciding quickly to obey Indy rather than waste more time arguing, and guzzled down the rest of the drink. They sucked at the straw until the cup was empty, sugary cherry flavor coating their tongue and sloshing into their belly. They gasped when they were done, “There! It’s gone. Can I please go to the bathroom now?”
Indy mock sighed, but nodded. “Well, really you shouldn’t need to go yet, since you only just finished your drink, but since you did listen very well, I suppose I could let you pee now.” Indy stood up and began moving towards the restrooms located on the other side of the fountain.
I’m going to make it, Cyan thought triumphantly, scurrying along with Indy, thighs rubbing together as they walked. I’m so close to peeing oooh god, oh god please let me make it to the door –
“Closed for Cleaning”
Immediately Cyan’s stomach dropped, and their bladder threatened to burst right there in their pants. The sight of the closed sign outside the bathroom was unbelievable, after their body was so ready to release. Cyan tensed their muscles and moaned, leaning against the side wall. “Indy, Indy it’s closed!” they whined. “A-another bathroom, please, now!”
“Oh dear,” Indy said, sounding much less surprised than Cyan. “It looks like they are closed. Too bad. Can’t you just wait until we get home?”
Home? Home was 45 minutes away, plus the bumpy roads and seatbelts, Cyan couldn’t stomach the thought. They hissed as a sharp throb of their bladder caused them to sway their hips and throw their head back in desperation. “I won’t make it home!” they cried. “I need to pee right now!”
“Well, if you really don’t think you can hold it...I do know where another bathroom is around here.” Indy eyed Cyan hungrily, flashing a shark like grin at the state of them. “It’s a bit out of the way, Violet told me about it earlier at the shop. It’s one that employees will sometimes use if they want to cheat into having a longer bathroom break by walking the distance. It’s always open, unlike the other bathrooms here on a Sunday cleaning schedule.”
“Yes!” Cyan panted. “Anything, Indy, just take me now! Please!”
“If you insist,” Indy replied. They took Cyan by the hand and guided them back across the mall.
Cyan wriggled and danced next to Indy, fighting off urge after bubbling urge to release their pent up piss right there in their pants, all onto the mall floor. After a minute of walking, Indy took Cyan through a side door, one that usually looks like an employee entrance to the back doors of the stores. On the wall inside there was a painted bathroom sign, and an arrow pointing to the right. Indy led a trembling Cyan in that direction, and through a set of double doors leading to –
Another long hallway. Cyan turned to Indy, panicked and confused and drowning in their own piss. “Indy, where’s the bathroom? The sign, it said it was this way!”
“It is,” Indy replied, continuing to walk. “I told you, it’s a bit further away. We have to keep walking. Just hold it, pup.”
Cyan was holding it, they were trying so hard to hold it, but the pressure was too much. They were bursting, their need so bad that they felt like their entire insides were just lemonade and cherry soda, sloshing around inside them like a bottle ready to pop. They whimpered, hurrying along the hallway.
It soon became apparent that Indy was telling the truth about how far away this bathroom was. They passed through three more doorways with signs indicating to go left or right to find the bathroom, but all they kept finding was more hallway, and no relief in sight. Cyan felt wild, animal like in their primal need to release. When they came to a short three step decline in their path, Cyan stumbled their way down, and in their hard landing felt their bladder shudder and a small spurt of pee escaped, wetness blooming on their underwear.
“Ahhh-“ Cyan hissed, freezing in place and shoving a hand into their crotch. Pee tickled their entrance, and Cyan moaned as they fought back another wave that threatened to come out. Their entire lower body trembled to hold back the ocean that was roaring inside them from exploding out. Ooooooh, I have to pee! Cyan moaned internally. I’m going to piss myself! Please, where is the bathroom, I need a bathroom!
“What’s the matter?” Indy asked, looking to Cyan. “Did puppy spring a leak?” Their tone was casual, teasing. Cyan whined.
“Ooooh, y-yes, yes I leaked,” they confessed, bending their knees and twisting their legs together as they bounced in place. “Indy, where is this bathroom? I c-can’t hold it anymore!”
“It’s a bit further this way,” Indy said, gesturing to yet another door that surely led to another corridor and likely not to the immediate relief of a glistening, porcelain toilet that Cyan had been longing for well over two hours now.
“I n-need a toilet now, Indy! Now!” Cyan tried to straighten up, teetering as their piss sloshed back and forth in their bladder, warning of another leak. Their pee hole tingled menacingly, the sensation utterly unbearable.
“We’re going, we’re going,” Indy replied, continuing to walk forward. “Well, you’re not going yet, but we’ll get there. Until then, I expect you to be a good pup and hold it.”
“Ooooh, hurry, please hurry Indy,” Cyan pleaded, picking up the pace with them and squeezing their thighs as they walked. Pee crashed against their bladder walls as they moved. “I can’t hold it!”
“You’ll just have to find some way to handle it,” Indy replied, not walking nearly fast enough for Cyan’s liking. “There’s nowhere for you go to yet.”
Cyan felt their bladder surge downwards at Indy’s comment, rejecting that fact with the more pressing fact that Cyan couldn’t not piss. They were full to the brim and already starting to runneth over. After passing yet another set of useless double doors and banking another right following another useless bathroom sign, they felt another splash of urine flow down their urethra. Cyan doubled over, bouncing and moaning, practically on their knees with how scrunched up they were, dying to hold it, just hold it a few more minutes, surely the bathroom has to be close by now?
Indy looked down at Cyan’s frantic grinding and moaning and gave them a gentle touch on the shoulder. They were unbelievably turned on, and also impressed of how far Cyan was making it. It’s maybe the longest they’ve held during this game. “C’mon pup,” Indy said. “Get up. Hold it, we’re almost there.”
With a groan, Cyan stood up, and felt a sudden electric current of pure desperate need run up their spine. Their whole body was tingling, their lower belly shaking with the effort of holding back more piss than Cyan had ever held in their life. “Ooooh, I can’t take it anymore!” they cried, making a mad dash forward down the hallway and through the next set of doors, hand shoved haphazardly into their crotch. They could hear Indy’s feet hitting the floor behind them, keeping up. “I’m going to have an accident! I need to gooooo!”
Cyan burst through the next set of double doors, and to their surprise, found themself in an underground parking lot. They had just enough time to register the thought this must be extra parking for employees before their bladder shuddered and a spray of pee escaped past their shaking hand, trickling down Cyan’s thigh inside their cargo pants.
I’m peeing! I’m peeing! They thought frantically. They looked around but didn’t see a bathroom. “Where is it? Oooooh where’s the bathroom?” Cyan pleaded, kneading and twisting and grinding down in a desperate attempt to prevent another leak.
Indy appeared next to Cyan, also looking around for the bathroom. They knew it was in this garage, and after a moment, saw the sign on the door for it on the other end of the parking lot. But before they could say anything-
“I’m going to have an accident! I’m going! I can’t hold it!” Cyan wailed, unable to think straight anymore. They were losing it, fully and quickly, and couldn’t bear to take another step forward without voiding the endless amount of piss that was fighting its way out of them. Cyan grabbed themself and looked around like a deer in headlights. “Indy, hurry, is anyone watching? Is anyone else here?”
Indy knew immediately what Cyan meant, and felt their face flush with arousal. Cyan wasn’t going to make it, they were going to lose it right here in the parking lot. And Indy, excited at this turn of events, was about to let them.
Indy took an exaggerated look around the clearly empty parking lot, hearing Cyan heave a long groan as they twisted like a pretzel, bending practically to their knees before bouncing back up. Finally, Indy said “Yes, pup. You’re all clear. Go on.”
The moment Cyan heard their permission, they whipped themselves out and a spray of pee burst out of them and against the concrete pillar by their side. Pee gushed out forcefully and audibly, the stream pattering down the wall and onto the ground in a puddle. Indy watched, impressed, as their partner emptied hours worth of pent up piss. Cyan moaned loudly, their voice echoing around them, as relief washed through them. It felt orgasmic, to finally let out every drop that had been torturing them all afternoon.
When the stream finally stopped, Cyan tucked themself away and turned bashfully to Indy. “I uh...I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
Indy nodded, a laugh escaping them. “No, it looks like you couldn’t. Poor puppy had to loose it in the parking lot, huh?”
“Heh, yeah..” Cyan said, chuckling a little. “Umm, I feel much better now though, so.”
Indy nodded. “I bet you do. You pissed for so long I thought you might have drank a whole ocean.”
“It sure felt like it,” Cyan said. “I really had to go.”
“Well, maybe next time you’ll make it to the bathroom,” Indy said, pointing to the bathroom across the lot. Cyan followed Indy’s gesture and finally saw the bathroom themselves. They sighed. “Oh, so close. Yeah, maybe next time.”
“Maybe next time,” Indy repeated, giving Cyan a gentle kiss and rubbing a hand across their back. “Ready to go home?”
I get it, it's totally okay if you're not comfortable sharing someone else's story! Since you offered, I'd be interested in your car wettings though... 😉
Thanks. I appreciate that.
So, for my car wettings, unfortunately, they all are virtually the same.
Each time I was driving home from some place (possibly work or errands) and my poor bladder was just too full. Maybe I had a bunch of water or I drank a boba tea (or two) on the way home. Whatever I drank went through my system way too fast. Next thing I know, I'm so desperate to pee.
I was full on wiggling in my seat. I was trying deep breathing, rocking back and forth, pressing my hand to my crotch, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants--everything to keep from wetting. I know one time I tried to take an alternate route instead of sitting in traffic.
I would shove a towel in between my legs as well as a blanket that I keep in the car just in case. I'd pressed my hand against my crotch, trying to stop any pee from coming out. Each time, I didn't make it home. I either leaks a little or had a full on accident.
Little leaks were not as relieving as I would hope they would be. That always made my desperation ten times worse because I was trying so hard not to fully let go.
One time, I managed to pull my pants down while at a stop light (I don't recommend doing this) so all the pee went into the towel I had shoved under me. When I got into my driveway, I had to pull my semi-dry pants up around my wet underwear and make my wain inside to change before emptying the car and cleaning up. It was sadly the middle of the day, so I couldn't use the cover of darkness to hide as I waddled inside.
In any situation, and if it were to happen again, I'll definitely try and post about it. (most likely it'll be on my other blog).
