I’ve been gaming for hours and it’s getting so much harder to hold my pee. My friends need call outs but I’m whining on mute trying to hold it in. I’m leaking.. fuck. My clit is throbbing so hard, I’m grinding against the couch a little to make myself feel better. I think I can make it a couple more matches until I completely explode.
Wish I could be teasing a cute needy whimpery boy by kissing his thighs and the outside of his underwear while he needs to pee so bad that he can’t even let himself be horny. I need him to be begging and pleading for me to pull down his underwear and suck him off already because getting fully hard from being in my mouth is the only thing that can prevent him from wetting himself and spraying all over his legs and the floor. I know what’s going to happen, but I won’t give him what he wants. I have to suckle his half hard cock through the thin fabric, soaking it with my saliva, and I’ll only draw my head back when my lips are suddenly heated by his first couple spurts of pee. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I WANNA MAKE SOMEONE WET SO BAD
Big big fan of when characters think to themselves "okay it's just 15 minutes, I can hold it 15 minutes," and then helplessly wet themselves 14 minutes and 30 seconds later.
did you make it in time? aww, it’s okay, you can tell us, we won’t make fun of you. you had an accident, didn’t you? come on, let me see…
oh, yeah, your pants are definitely a little darker there. is it noticeable? um… yes, it’s pretty obvious, i’m sorry. i think it’s getting a little bit bigger, too… are you still leaking on yourself a little bit? oops…
you guys are so mean! stop laughing at him, he probably couldn’t help it! look how red he is, he’s all embarrassed now… stop it haha, it’s not that funny!
oh man, that’s embarrassing. you’re not going to cry, are you? are you sure? you look really upset… is this a sensitive spot for you? it is, isn’t it? shh, it’s okay, we won’t tell anyone… it’s okay, happens to everyone… well okay not, everyone, but…
okay so it turns out the thing that makes me need to piss like crazy is getting wet with cold water. Source: got splashed on a sailboat with 2 people on it and nowhere to go and pissed myself. Like, thrice.
This happened like an hour ago
I just said I was squirming because of the cold but holy fuck was I about to lose it. I leaked when I stood up to adjust the main halyard from the bow but the way the water hit me (it splashed next to me and then collected into a puddle beneath me) it looks like I pissed myself already so if I had they wouldn't have noticed. I'm sure. I hope.
God the feeling of that warm trickle down my leg cutting through the ice cold lakewater. Once I leak I usually cannot stop it is a miracle I didn't piss myself then and there shivering like a wet dog. I was terrified. That little trickle went on for a while, too, not just a big spurt. Just slow enough to not be noticeable, but long enough that I was consciously aware of the fact that if I moved I'd probably lose control.
But if you want to sail you have to be moving, and even if I had the option to stay still, the wind was not on my side. The waves weren't dangerous, but they were enough to have the people usually cheering about waves a little bit afraid.
I on the other hand, was so afraid of a genuine accident I was prepared to go overboard and let go in the water. Unfortunately, the wind was so high that it wouldn't have been safe with the waves. So I just had to pray we cut through one that splashed enough water on everything that I could let go there and nobody would notice. That didn't happen, and even if it did, I am usually not very hydrated and the color would have been obvious.
I couldn't hold myself because it would have been embarrassing, and I could already tell that the other two had figured out something was wrong with me and let me just say. One thing about a piss kink is that it makes me TERRIFIED of genuine accidents. It feels like taboo.
And I've mentioned before here, I am a very, very squirmy person. That was turned up to 11. I was rocking back and forth, changing positions, clenching so hard, I kept saying I was just nervous and cold (I do have cold sensitivity. Fun fact: cold water getting poured on me makes me loose all bladder control or at least severely weaken it.)
Now, anybody who's been on a boat with a sail is familiar with tacking and jiving. We were going to tack, in high waves, with high wind, at high speed. Maybe this isn't always the case, but when we tack, it is ROUGH. The entire boat gets flung to the other direction, and it's a scramble to get from the now low side of the boat to the high side. You also have to duck so as not to get hit in the head by the boom (the horizontal bar under the main sail. It's called that because of the sound it makes when it hits you in the head.)
So, I panic. I have to duck, roll, and in my attempt to get from one side of the boat to the other we hit a wave and I lost all points of contact and I damn near pissed myself out of fear. Just another leak I somehow managed to stop. Though this time my pants were saturated and my legs weren't soaking wet, and my fears are proven, its a very notable yellow that looks nothing like water.
Fortunately, nobody saw because they were both too locked in. The person tacking was tacking solo (much easier with two people because you're handling both jib sheets) while the other person steered. Now, usually tacking is part of my job (and raising the sail. I love it.) But I think they figured something was wrong and wordlessly took over my job.
At this point, from the amount I let out, the pressure was a little bit lessened. I decided that if I'm going to piss myself it cannot be bright yellow. So... like a fucking dumbass, I down my water bottle. Now, I don't have a little tiny pathetic water bottle. The thing is huge. Obviously this was a horrible idea. It was fine for a little while, before the pressure shot up out of nowhere. It was so fast I made a sound. At this point, we had agreed that a storm was coming and we were headed back to the harbor.
I am fighting for my very life. The plan was to make my pee look less like pee and then just piss myself next time we took a big wave that brought water onto the ship, and now we're headed through the first break wall and into relatively calm waters. We wrap up the boat. I do what I can. And then I realize something: The tender.
The tender still has to pick us up and take us to the dock, since our keelboat is tied to a can. This means: Getting in a boat, and getting out of a boat, and a boat ride with someone I don't know, and the risk of them taking a detour to pick up other people nearby. I realize now that I could have just jumped in the water and said that I slipped trying to grab the can. I honestly don't know why I didn't do that.
The tender comes to pick us up. My mind is scrambling. I decide to put my water bottle up on the edge of the boat and knock it in "accidentally" so I have to dive and catch it and then just let go. My glorious friend whom I love so much says "I'll get it, you rest." and dives in before I can stop him.
He hands me my water. My pants are mostly dry. I do not have the "I sat in water which is why it looks like I pissed myself" excuse anymore. I can not risk letting any out. I jam my poor, poor water bottle between my thighs and CLENCH. Just a little longer. God please just a little longer. I'm going to explode at this point. It's honestly a little hot but I am mostly afraid.
I manage to get up onto the dock, and as I'm facing the dock and the last one off the boat I feel myself leak just a little bit. Just a slow trickle that isn't immediately obvious. I look down fearfully. Somehow my plan worked! It isn't neon yellow! It is still however, yellow.
And at this point, life decided to have mercy on me. Rain starts coming down. Hard. I am soaked through in a few seconds, still clinging to the ladder. Tender asks if I'm alright, I just make a joke about being tired and tell him to go pick up other people.
I am free. Nobody is looking at me, at least not directly. I am soaked through with rain. This is my only opening. I, clinging to the ladder, start to fully piss myself. And it SOUNDED like it. One thing I didn't anticipate is that rain and a massive stream of piss don't sound the same, so I had to force myself to slow down to mask it. I have an insanely large bladder, it went on for what felt like forever.
I realize that my friends are waiting and a little bit worried. They look over and ask if I'm doing okay, and I am both blessed and cursed with a number of ailments that randomly make me dizzy/weak/nauseous, and people assume it's that before anything else. I just say I got really dizzy and tell them to just let me hang out for a bit whilst desperately trying not to sound like I am actively pissing my pants.
Fortunately that little back and forth both covered the sound and gave me an excuse to stay where I was, so I dragged it out for a bit whilst trying my best to cut the stream, because at the rate I was going, it would take forever. I eventually did cut the stream! And now we get into act two of god why the fuck did I think that was a good idea.
My bladder is probably half empty. But now I am once again, cold and wet. As I stagger back to the docks, I start to leak again, this time much worse. It's not too noticeable because of the pouring rain, but if anybody was paying attention they could definitely tell.
We all agree to sit on towels for the car ride home, since we, in our hubris, did not bring a change of clothes. Now, there's not really a bathroom at the docks. It's a location, there's a building for the people who work there, but not really a public bathroom.
As soon as I stop the constant trickling, I wrap myself in the biggest, darkest towel we have like a tube and sit in the backseat. Everything is fine, bladder is probably mostly empty. Or so I thought. Then we hit a bump right outside my house! In the car and I lose almost everything. I was able to get more of the towel under myself in time so as not to piss all over my friend's car, but I definitely soaked through the towel a little bit.
Now, once I get dropped off, I take my things and the towel, go to my house, close the door behind me, and piss everything that was left in me on the floor. The puddle was honestly not that impressive which was almost embarrassing. I don't have a sense of smell so I have no idea if they could smell it or not, if they did they didn't say anything. The idea haunts me.
Anyway This is not proofread I am just. so fucking. oh my god. I need to share this.
Daily reminder that all bladders- big and small, weak or strong- are hot in my book. Whether someone's bladder bulge is visible or not, a taut aching bulging bladder is so desirable to me.
That being said, I don't care whether you can hold a near-gallon or only a few fluid ounces. The dam will break eventually and you will piss yourself.
Watching a bladder finally burst and let out all that pent-up piss- no matter how much pee comes out or how long it takes before the stream starts- all over their clothes, the floor, someone else, is truly the highlight of my day.
I just had my first 100% real complete accident in my pants, and it was absolutely amazing.
So this day I had decided I would once again attempt to have a real accident. It’s something I’ve never really achieved but several times have come very close. The only real way I knew of getting close, was doing repeated holds that would tire out my bladder muscles and eventually cause me to leak. But that was it, I had only ever come to the point of leaks and spurts. On the times I made most progress it was in large spurts, to the point where my pants got soaked, so it did look like a complete accident, but the thing is my bladder would never really empty fully.
I would experience momentary losses of control, spurting for a few seconds into my pants, and then gaining control again. That would continue for a while until my bladder was maybe about half empty, and I would let go for the rest of it. I was always a bit frustrated with those accidents because while they were genuine losses of control, they were never a full-on flood in my jeans like I had read so much about. I thought maybe I was just never going to experience it due to my strong bladder, and maybe leaks would be the closest i’d get. I was wrong!
So tonight, after a couple of long holds from earlier, mostly with rapid desperation, I was getting to a point where I could feel my bladder get tired. I had been out for what felt like an insanely long walk (probably about 1,5 hours) while completely desperate, but had still made it home with the occasional leaks here and there. I was so frustrated, but decided to empty my bladder, switch into a new pair of pants, have some food, and begin yet another hold. I was determined.
This time, it was different than usual. I’d had a bit to eat and was sitting on my couch reading some omorashi stories, as I filled up on liquids. It took quite a while where I had basically no desperation, but suddenly I felt a few waves of real pressure, and decided I would go outside for a walk like I almost always do for holds. This time however, as I stood up, the waves of desperation got really strong really quick. I went to drink what was left of a glass of coke, and immediately went to get my shoes on. I was bouncing everywhere and tying my shoes was a real challenge. I didn’t however leak at all, I figured there was still a while to go in this hold, afterall i’d felt this desperation before.
As I got my jacked on the need to pee was immense. I was still doing a little potty dance in place, and I fumbled out my door, water bottle in hand. I had planned to take sips of it during my walk, but because of what happened next I would never have to use it. As I got outside, the cold air hit me, and another wave of desperation set in. I placed my water bottle on the ground, as I got my keys up to lock the door. Then right there… it happened.
I had only just closed the door and had the key in the hole as my body tensed up, my bladder went numb, I reflectively bent over forward slightly and felt a massive flood of pee enter my pants and run down my legs. This was not a leak, this was the entire bladder emptying in a matter of seconds. I looked down as it happened, key still in the hole of the door, and the warmth was all over my legs. I was amazed, I was absolutely shocked. I had expected another long-lasting hold full of mental battles and urges to just give in. But I hadn’t even made it out for a walk before it all just came out. It baffled me so much that I wasn’t even turned on in the way that I had fantasised about, I was just straight up stunned.
I looked around to see if any of my neighbours had seen, but fortunately this was late at night so nobody was out. I looked down and saw a puddle at my feet, it was an indescribable feeling I stood with. I scurried inside and assessed the damage in the mirror of my bathroom.
I was so surprised by it all that I felt like I hadn’t got that full experience of being outside and trying to make it back to my apartment. Because of this (and this was probably not a great decision bladder health-wise, but hey I was riled up), I went inside, changed, drank more liquids, and repeated the process until I had yet another accident, this time having been outside, and just losing control in front of my toilet when I got back.
I am now inside and in dry clothing as I’m typing this out right after it happened. Some people might not see how this is a big deal, I imagine a lot of people into omorashi have already had plenty of accidents like this. I just wanted to share this amazing omorashi experience that was really something new to me. Hope you enjoyed ;)
