Y/F clacked away on their Switch, humming. They muttered for a second but ignored it; But squirmed a little when their tummy gurgled.
They grumbled and ignored it, focusing on their game. Their legs kicked up in the air as they bit their lip, hunting shiny Pokemon. Their stomach gurgled and they sighed, letting out a ripping fart. Y/F went back to their game; But series of farts fought and escaped Y/F, and they growled, annoyed. They were playing a game, already.
Y/F kept letting out farts as they played their game, before a slip of a turd pushed out their ass. Oh fuck, oh boy; No, no, no. Y/F clenched their ass as best they could, but their load kept pushing out. They put it off too long.
Y/F tried tugging their undies down, but it was too late. They still kept clenching their ass as poop squeezed out of their clenched cheeks and into their pants. They swore a bit, still trying to keep some of it in, but their gut gurgled and their load smushed out of their clenched cheeks; And after a second Y/F gave up, huffing and pushing the rest of their load out.
Player 1 is enjoying a night with friends at an arcade when Player 2 approaches.
Player 2 has been trying to beat Player 1 for months now in a 1v1 fighting game as well as take down their high score. Player 1 smirks and rolls their eyes before idling over to the machine, yawning as they slip in their tokens and wait for the other to catch up. The arcade is too noisy for anyone to notice the subtle crinkling between Player 1's legs.
They start the game and, just as expected, Player 1 is a tearing Player 2 to shreds. Theyre throwing out combos like it's nothing, jabbing and blocking too quickly for Player 2 to do anything but swing and miss. Player 1's friends hoop and holler as Player 2's health drops rapidly. Player 1 turns back to them, arrogantly looking away from the screen, a cocky grin on their face. This was going to be a breeze.
It's at that moment that the generous helping of pizza, cheese sticks and beer from earlier completes its digestion. Player 1 suddenly feels their stomach grumble and a large amount of waste drop into their colon. They quickly turn their head back to the game, but not before the sudden griping in their belly distracts them from blocking a few hits from Player 2. Player 2 taunts them excitedly, but Player 1 quickly jabs back that it just felt too easy. They fight back a wince and try to keep a brave face, hoping no one can see through their facade.
As the game continues, Player 1's skills only worsen, as well as the state of their stomach. Their health is almost as low as Player 2's, and they dont know how much longer they can keep going. With each painful twist in their gut they stumble on the controls, and it's not easing up. They could just let it out, no one will notice if they let it out slow. But they can feel just how tightly packed their insides are, there's no way the behemoth in their gut is coming out subtley. This was going to be a big one, and everyone else was gonna know it too if they didnt hold it in.
Player 1 is thankful that the arcade is too noisy for anyone to the gas that's been slipping out, though it's done nothing to relieve the pressure in their poor belly. Their supportive friends are still aggressively cheering them on, but at this point they dont care if they lose. They just desperately want this to be over so they can use the bathroom! Their legs have begun to tremble and they can no longer stop their face from twisting up in pain. To everyone else it just looks like intense effort. And theyre right, just for the wrong reason.
They dont think theyre gonna make it. They consider just giving in and letting Player 2 win so this will finally be over with. They peak a glance over at them just in time to meet Player 2's eyes and see their huge, mocking grin. Player 1 feels a surge of anger and grits their teeth. They might be on the verge of losing to their colon, but they can at least not lose to them.
Player 1 uses all of their strength to clench their bottom as tightly as they can, feeling their ass painfully flex around the huge girth of their poop. Their stomach responds by ramping the it up to practically unbearable. Player 1 bears down on the controls, spamming out every combo they know, their fingers like lightening on the buttom. Player 2's health bar starts dropping significantly, and there's and uproar of excitement from Player 1's friends. Player 2 cries out in shock and anger as they frantically try to regain their victory. With each hit Player 1 makes, they feel the hold on their bottom weaken and the tip of their load inching closer towards the seat of their diaper. Their bladder decides that right now is a good time to release, and a wave of urine warm the padding in their crotch. An icy chill runs down their spine when Player 1 thinks they felt some leak into their pants, but they refuse to stop. Just a few....more...hits......
The screen flashes the word "LOSER" across Player 1's screen at the same time as a hard fart bellows out of them and a hard log presses firmly into the seat of their diaper. Player 1 lets out a guttural groan effort and defeat as their stomach contracts forces out what feels like an eggplant into their diaper.
Their pants bulge out before being pulled down by their heavy load, exposing their ass crack and revealing the lining of their diaper. Player 1 grips the sides of their machine, their jaw clenched tight, their legs spread and shaking. They dont know how their stomach held this big of a load, but right now all they want is for it to be out of them. Each time their poop hits resistance they have to bear down and grunt like and animal just to push out these thick logs. Player 1 feels their mess spread and mush across their bare bottom, and the feeling of relief and pleasure only adds to the unyielding humiliation. And then, as if it wasnt bad enough, they release a second wave of urine into their diaper, causing it to over-flow and droplets of pee drip to the floor as they soak their pants.
At first the only one who doesnt notice is Player 2, cheering and throwing their hands up in victory. When they turn their head towards Player 1, they blink once, their face falling at the sight of Player 1's crushing loss.
Sighing heavily from a full day you dragged yourself out of the car. Y/F puttered behind…a bit off. You shrugged it off for the moment and marched into your apartment building, smacking the up button on the elevator.
Y/F tugged your sleeve and you looked over, tired, but inquisitive. “Mmh?” was all you got out.
“I have to, uh…” Y/F hopped a bit, making it clear. “Is there a bathroom down here, or..”
“Not for non-employees, nah.” You rubbed their back with a yawn, sighing. “Just wait a bit.”
“I dunno if- If I can.” They were squirming around. You looked around and confirmed no public restrooms were available.
“Gonna have to, Y/F,” You mumbled, getting in the lift with them. They whimpered as the doors shut. You grunted and wobbled as it began to go up, unaware of the…situation beside you.
You blinked a bit as the sound of liquid hitting the floor caught your attention, and you looked down. Y/F was peeing, soaking their thighs and leaving a light yellow puddle around the both of your shoes.
“Oh, hell-“ You began, but got cut off by Y/F letting out a *FRRBBAAT*! They looked up at you, pitifully, legs clenched.
“N-Not..nnhh..not done…I gotta…I..sorry-”
*BRRPTH* *FRRBBBT*
“I’m..pooping.”
“You’re wh-“
A moan left Y/F as they bent forward, clutching their gut as they began to shit their pants. Crackling sounds filled the elevator, a lump in their pants forming. Hard shit peeked out their ass and their hole twitched around it.
“I’m…I’m pooping, I’m pooping my pants.”
Your face lit up a bit. Were they actually….
Reaching back, you rubbed their expanding pants; And you swallowed a bit. Fuck, they were actually shitting their pants.
Their log slooowly stuck out, Y/Fs hole twitching around it before it slid into their pants, making them droop down as it broke off.
They whined, grabbing onto your arm as they kept pooping, and you felt their load get bigger in your hand. You groped it a bit. It made their pooping stop for a moment before continuing.
Another semi-solid turd slithered out to rest against the hard log in their pants, occasional *PLORT* *FRBRTCH* *BBBRTTCHH*s making this dump quite loud as gas broke the shit up.
You bit your lip and tapped your foot against the floor of the now wet elevator.
A loud *BLRTCH* caught your ear, and Y/F grumbled. Another coil of soft shit trickled out of them, squishing against their ass. Another splatter caught your attention as they rushed more pee out of them.
“Y…you finished?” You asked.
They nodded, the last rope of shit nestling against their ass….they didn’t look at you. A very sizable lump in their pants stuck out, and you looked back at it. Damn. It was kinda cute.
(DING)
Your floor came. Looking at the wet elevator floor you…felt bad for whoever worked here who had to find that. But you looked around for anyone before rushing Y/F to your apartment and sighed a moment before planting a kiss on them.
-you're squirming again, baby, do you need the bathroom?
-no, i'm fine, he says while slightly shifting his weight from one thigh to the other, eyes glued on his videogame
I shrug and keep mindlessly resting my hand under his tshirt while i read my book.
After a while, i go to the bathroom myself. I'm almost done, when i hear quiet but frantic steps coming down the hallway. The knob moves but i locked the door, and i hear a whimper.
-please! Let me in!
I wipe and put my pants back on, buckling my belt as the sound of hitching breathing and shuffling fabric gets more and more desperate.
When i finally unlock the door, he storms inside, two hands between his legs. He frantically try to undo his own belt, potty dancing in front of the toilets, but i can clearly see a wet patch steadily spreading on the inside of his thighs. Finally, he manages to pull them down, and he falls on the toilet, letting out something between a moan and a whimper.
A forceful stream hits the porcelain. He pants, eyes glossy with tears threatening to fall, his pants slowly dripping on the floor. As his bladder empties, his lips start to quiver, and tears slowly rolls down his cheeks.
I ruffle his hair :
-it's ok baby, i know it was an accident.
He hides behind his hands, shoulders shaking :
-it's not! I'm so sorry, you told me to go but i... i wanted to keep playing and... i couldnt... i'm not a baby!
He quietly sobs while still on the toilet, his soaked pants at his ankles. I gently tilt his head and kiss his forehead :
-next time you'll listen to me. You always squirm like this when you need to pee. And i know that sometimes you just can't hold it.
He blushes bright red, embarrassed to have so little self awareness. I brush his hair away from his face, and he finally look at me. He's a mess of tears, reddening skin and wobbling lips, looking like he's really trying to stop crying. I wipe his cheeks :
-so you thought you didn't need to go, then suddenly you felt like seconds away from wetting yourself, so you ran to the bathroom but i was inside, and you couldn't hold it any longer, is this what happened baby?
Cheeks burning, he nods, more big tears overflowing as he look utterly mortified for having such a stupid accident.
-it's not your fault, you tried to make it in time but sometimes accident happens. What about a shower and a hug? Would make it better?
He shakily stands up and pulls his wet clothes back on. He managed to finish in the toilets, but his pants are still wet nearly all the way down. He looks down, still quietly sobbing. I put a gentle but firm hand at the nape of his neck, and lead him to the shower as he tries to wipe his tears before they fall.
I kneel in front of him :
-do you need help to undress?
He nods behind his hands. I get him out of his wet clothes. He shivers ; i'm kneeling and he's standing, but he feels very small. With my face near his crotch, he smells strongly of sweat, of sleep from the nap he took earlier, and of cooling urine. I pet his hairy tummy ; i know he can smell it too, only adding to his shame.
When he's finally naked, i turn on the shower for him, and let him clean up while i mop the bathroom floor and get him clean clothes.
Once he's clean and dry, he joins me in the living room, standing hesitantly at the door frame, nervously fiddling with his t shirt.
-come here baby, i smile, don't be shy.
He quickly joins me, bare feet tapping on the hardwood floor. I open my arms and he climbs on my lap, quickly hiding his face in the crook on my neck. I can feel that his cheeks are still hot with shame. I wrap an arm around him and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, gently rocking him as i feel him starting to breath slower.
-i'm sorry, he softly says. I swear i tried to make it
-i know baby, i'm not mad at you, it's ok if you have little accidents sometimes. I know you want to be good
He nods against my neck. He finally starts to relax as i slide my hand under his tshirt to rest them on the soft skin of his hips.
Anon who sent the prompts here, glad you like them. if you need any more, say so on your blog. You can call me writeranon.
will do, bit of a rush job so don't mind how bad it probably is
Ask: You're on a train with mommy and you have a big accident, pooping and peeing on mommy's lap with people around;
notes: I changed it a little but still the same idea
Warnings: semi public messing and wetting, groping? mommy kink, embarrassment ect..
Read at your own discretion
Yall this was written so fast plsss don’t judge it lol
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The urge began to bother you even before you made it to the platform, a pressure urgently growing in your tummy, you told mommy before you even got to station but she quickly reminded you the subway toilets were out of order, they always were.
“You’re a big girl honey I'm sure you can hold on until we’re home, right?” She glanced down at your wide eyes and smoothed your cheek lovingly with her thumb; for a moment the urge faded away and you nodded in response; following her onto the train.
For a sunday it was busier than usual -but no matter, as you managed to find your normal seats at the back of the train; after a while of sitting in silence and watching people jump the gap and rush through narrow doors for a seat, a series of short announcements echoed through the carriages, a technical issue would be stalling your trip back home- mommy didn’t seem phased tho, if anything she seemed happier playing with your hair in its new style she did up that morning, she always helped you get dressed in the mornings, she’s the reason for your extra short skirt and cotton white panties, matching socks and shirt. You wondered if there would be time in the delay to find a nearby toilet in one of the bigger carriages but she hushed your worries- the trains would be leaving soon and the last thing she wanted was you getting left behind.
Reluctantly you agree, feeling the pressure tighten in your gut, you would really be desperate soon.
30 minutes passed quickly- people sighing, apologetic announcements, and mommy reassuring you that you could hold it, the train hadn’t budged.
You were restless and squirming enough for mommy to notice, her arm wrapped around your back and you felt a little more at ease. “Not much longer hun, but if you need to pee a little that's ok.”
Your body seemed to react to her words before you could as you suddenly felt a warm gush between your legs, you gasped, pressing your legs together and halting the flow of pee. Mommy of course noticed “did you have an accident?” she whispered
“I peed” you mutter covering your face with your hands and feeling your cheeks turn red, you expected mommy to hurry you off the train to find a toilet but to your shock she reached under your thigh length skirt and cupped your wet panties
“oh sweetheart you did-” you looked around in a panic, thankfully no one seemed close enough to notice what she was doing, you pushed her wrist away from your wet panties but she put her hand right back “it’s ok darling, mommy just needs to check- was that everything or do you still need to pee?”
Your lips were falling into a pout at that “I really need to go” she smiled reassuringly at that “that's fine honey, there's no toilet here so if you can't hold on just let go alright?”
A trickle of warmth quickly saturated your panties again, this time you didn’t stop it, the trickle quickly turned into a stream being absorbed by the squishy seat below, some ran down your thighs being soaked up by the cuff of your socks, there wasn’t much at all but for the 30 seconds you sat there peeing yourself with mommy rubbing your cheek it felt like an hour. It was relief and pleasure colliding with the sheer embarrassment that consumed you from the very public space- it was a feeling nothing else could recreate, though you would never admit it to mommy, you loved the feeling. Once your stream had returned to a trickle and the last drops were absorbed by the seat below you turned back to mommy who had been watching you intently
“finished?” she whispered, not waiting for your reply before her hand met your panties again, even more wet this time and not just from the pee.
She gently rubbed the wet fabric against your pussy and could have nearly moaned from the pleasure that shot through you; mommy noticed your face and smirked, pulling her hand away, (much to your dismay) “was that everything hun?” she seemed to read you like an open book, you relented and told mommy that there was something else, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Baby that's ok, you can go poop too if you need’
Just as she said that the loud speakers crackled and a deep voice announced they had fixed the issue, trains would be departing momentarily. -It took a moment before you realised what that meant, you were now stuck for the rest of the train ride home in pee soaked panties moments away from adding a pile of- the carriage jolted as it started to move and oblivious passengers surrounding chartered amongst themselves.
You turned to mommy possibly for permission, but also out of fear; you could have guessed but her solution to put you at ease was once again groping your pussy through wet fabric, she tentatively rubbed your clit and you closed your legs around her hand instinctively, she laughed at the motion and dragged two fingers down your slit, you felt for sure you would have moaned in any other situation.
The urge worsened every minute, your hole was almost pulsating as a hard brown snake tried to escape it. You didn't get any time to think as it parted your hole and cheeks, a thick brown poop curled into your pale wet panties, a crinkly wet noise filled the air between you both and you pushed a little as your panties tighten against the messy little pile, another push and a thick log forced its way through your clenched cheeks and up your crack adding to the stinky mess in your panties, you thought for certain some had slipped out, there was too much and sitting down meant each piece had slipped further up your crack and panties.
You were bought back to reality when mommy pulled aside your panties and stroked your wet folds, you whined softly and she pulled her hand away, sliding it around your skirt to feel the mass that had erupted into your poor previously white panties; you felt her breath tighten as she groaped the bulge, rubbing the firm mess just enough for you to feel the extent of your accident.
What followed for the remainder of your ride home was mommy secretly groping at your panties while her hot breath whispered temptations and filthy desires. When the train eventually came to a holt and the doors slid open you could smell your mess, in fact you were fairly certain the whole train might have noticed- mommy stood up first, obviously wanting to sneak away before the incoming passengers noticed- pushing away your fear you stood up only for your face to instantly drop with horror, a chunk of poop slipped out and plopped back onto the seat, you turn back and see the soaked lining of the seat now soiled with a sloppy brown accident -you didn’t need to look up to know people had seen, or heard, or smelt it…
Imagining wearing a pull-up under my skirt to the club because I can’t be trusted to hold my pee in when I get drunk. I finish two drinks really fast then start dancing with my friends, I get tipsy right away and feel the alcohol hit my bladder like a rock. I hold it at first but all the jumping around makes a spurt come out. I’m glad I’m wearing a pull-up so I don’t have to worry about it! I keep dancing and leaking more and more until I’m just peeing hard and soaking my pull-up. Ah, feels so much better!!
Later I get a third drink, and I can sort of feel the need to pee but everything’s getting fuzzy, I’m such a lightweight. I get a fourth drink, and I barely know what’s happening or how I’m still standing and dancing. Warm pee starts leaking into my cold, totally soaked pull-up, I don’t even notice I’m having an accident until I realize that I suddenly feel warm. I’m struggling to control it and I’m peeing steadily now, until I feel something wet dripping down my leg. That sobers me up enough to grab my crotch and stop the stream, but just barely.
My friend sees me squirming in desperation and says “oh do you need the potty?” I nod miserably, shuffling my feet. “Is it an emergency?” I nod again, whimpering. They grab me by the arm and I stumble with them to the bathroom, one hand tightly gripping my crotch through my soaked padding. Luckily the line for the potty is short, I can’t stop squirming the whole time. We make it inside but there’s no stalls open, so my friend drags me to a urinal. I’m stuck with my hands wedged between my thighs, on the verge of leaking again. Without asking, my friend reached under my skirt, grabs my pull-up, and pulls it down, making me lose my grip. It hits the ground with a wet smack and people turn to look, and my friend says “this one can never keep their pants dry, what a baby!” The people who were looking all giggle or smirk at me, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I’m too drunk to stop any of this, though, and about to pee all over the floor.
My friend lifts up the front of my skirt for me and I aim for the urinal the best I can, but a lot of pee splashes down my legs and onto the floor instead. My stream feels endless, and the sensation of emptying is orgasmic. I can’t hold back a moan as I piss in the urinal and on myself, and my friend smirks. “You almost done there, potty pants?” I nod, breathless, and feel the last trickles drip down my legs. They pull my cold, clammy padding back up, guide me to the sink, and wash my hands for me.
We meet back up with the others and I’m so far gone that I don’t know what they’re saying, but there’s a lot of gesturing at me and glancing at my wet legs. They all steer me outside and the same friend grabs my hand. It appears that we’re leaving because I peed all over myself, which would be embarrassing if I was sober enough to care.
It’s a short walk, but halfway there, I feel an urge and suddenly start peeing full-force into my soaked pull-up, which overflows within seconds, making my legs feel warm again. I stop walking and stare down at my feet as my piss splatters on my boots and the sidewalk. “Oh you poor thing,” my friend says, “your little bladder is so tired!” When I’m done going, we keep walking home, well my walk is more of a staggering waddle because of how full my pull-up is. All I can think is, I really hope someone helps me shower tonight.
A character is wearing a pull up in public just for fun. They don’t intend to wet it or anything. They’re standing in line at the bank when they realize they haven’t used the toilet in awhile and they really have to go. But they’re sure they can hold it until they’ve deposited their check.
They try not to potty dance as the line inches forward. They’re about halfway through the line when they leak! They’re able to stop it but just barely. Should they find a bathroom? No, they’ve waited this long, they can wait till they’re through the line.
The longer they wait, the more they think about wetting their pull up just a little bit. They can’t let go completely, they don’t want to flood their pull up and leak in public. They just want to take the pressure off.
So they start peeing. And it’s way harder to stop than they thought it would be. They stop for a second, only to let go again. They’re only partially in control as they spurt sporadically into their pull up. Soon the pull up is completely wet and squishy. Any more pee and it is sure to leak. They gain control of themselves just in time for their turn in line.
They try to hide how shaky and red faced they are as they deposit the check. Peeing only made their need worse and it shows. Their legs are squeezed together desperately. As soon as they’re done at the bank, they sprint over to the nearest bathroom … only to find it’s closed.
They run out to their car just in time for them to completely lose control in the parking lot. Pee gushes out of their soaked pull up and all over their pants. It runs down their legs and into their shoes. They groan in relief.
“I really need diapers,” they say when they’re finished.
My sub is used to going in my lap now. Just today, he walked over to me shyly while I was sitting on the couch.
“Are you okay? Did you want to tell me something?” By now I can tell when he has to wet himself by the smallest signs—the way he clasps his hands and blinks a little faster than usual.
I open my arms to show that he can sit down if he wants. He sits down gingerly as if it hurts a little. “I have to go,” he says quietly in my ear.
“Aw, and you want to be comfortable while you do?” I ask him, brushing his hair with my fingers. “Do you still have a diaper on?”
He squirms a little at the embarrassment of being asked about what he’s wearing under his jeans.
“Yeah…” he says, finally.
“Tell me when you start going,” I say.
“I already was,” he says in a small voice. “Like for the past minute.”
“Hey,” I say, giving him a light slap on the behind. “Tell me right away next time.”
But I still hold him until he’s totally relaxed in my arms and I can tell he’s finished. “Okay,” I say after a few minutes pass, “I can tell you’re done now. Are you gonna get up.”
“Not done,” he mutters.
“What was that, honey?”
“I’m not done. I…I…I…”
“What, what, what?”
“I…I have to go number two also.” I feel his hot cheek press against mine as he leans his face into the crook of my shoulder.
“Do you want to go to the toilet…or…” I find his hand and gently rub the back of it with my thumb. “You wanted to do it here where you’re comfortable, huh? Is that it?”
“Mmm,” he says, clearly embarrassed. “Maybe…”
“I got you those nice big diapers this time, remember? So it will hold all of it.”
“Mmm…I…um,” he stammers.
“I’m not going to tell anyone if you go in your pants a little, baby.” He burrows his head deeper into the space between my neck and shoulder. I stroke his back. “I bet you feel really relaxed since you went pee. Is it making it hard to hold it?”
“A little bit,” he whispers.
“Go ahead, it’s okay. I won’t tell anyone you poop yourself sometimes. It can be our secret.”
He slowly raises his head and readjusts himself on my lap so that he’s kneeling and straddling my legs. I keep stroking down his back. I hear him grunt a little. I can feel his diaper growing. “Oh, good boy, let it all out.” He sighs and rests his head on my chest. I keep stroking his hair as he finishes. “I’m so glad you’re so comfortable around me.” I keep saying “good”, and “nice”, so that he knows I don’t mind at all.
“I’m…I think I’m done…” he says, his body relaxing into me.
“If you’re not sure, let’s keep the diaper on for a little while longer, okay? Just to be safe. Okay, we’ll lie down here for a second and I’ll spoon you.”
We lie down together on the couch and I rub his stomach and chest, secretly turned on by his mess pressing against my groin.
She could hold it. That's what she kept telling herself as Daddy and her take the point in their match on Overwatch. Daddy wanted to gain more levels in his battle pass, so she offered to help. He agreed on one condition. She had to wear her pullups.
Of course she could hold it. She was a big girl! Buuuut then again...Daddy always let's her smoke when they play. She loves the way it makes her feel and how little it makes her feel.
So she was a little blazed and in a pullup and Daddy was talking in such a soothing way...but she could hold it...right?
They had the point and she was helping keep Daddy healed while he tanked. The colors on her screen were so pretty and her head was filled with fuzz. Last enemy down and she could take a breath. Only to realize that she couldn't hold it.
During the excitement, her brain was so full of happy clouds and her body tingling with cozy feelings, that she didn't realize that her bladder released, making her pullup warm and squishy.
She was playing a game mindlessly with Daddy, and had an accident like a little toddler. She could tell Daddy...or she could stay in her squishy pullup a little longer.
After all...she might be too little to stay dry while being too focused on a colorful game.
May or may not be based on a real life event that just happened
I am sure many of you will remember this story, as it was one that received quite a few notes when I first posted it —
Many years back I attended an art festival in my city, it took place at night, and spanned several blocks and buildings, effectively shutting down the city for that evening. It was absolutely incredible, the art, the culture, a wonderful experience, minus one memory. I had eaten quite a bit, testing out the various vendors and goring myself to some extent. Something I had eaten had not quite agreed with me, but I ignored the feeling of gurgling within my stomach and carried on. Several minutes later I was farting. Strong, wet farts, as I wandered through the hoards of people, hoping to find a non-portable restroom ( I despise port-a-potty’s ). I felt a strong rumble and held my backside suppressing the mess growing inside of me. I fought off multiple waves which only increased my desperation, and could feel the poop begin to flower out of me. Another painful wave hit me like a brick, and the log of semi-solid poo was sliding out, regardless of my wishes.
I squatted slightly amongst the crowd, attempting to look like I was stopping to adjust my clothing, and pushed. Grunting slightly, another log worked its way into my pants, and I was received enough to be able to hold my mess to the next available restroom. Although on my walk, I let slip a third, thick log, as I had already filled my underwear, and it could not get worse in my mind.
Babe, remember how I said we should stop so you could use the bathroom before turning into the festival? Now we're stuck in this long line of cars, and there is absolutely no way you can get out and pop a squat without being seen by hundreds of people. What if someone filmed you peeing on the side of the road and put it online?
Don't give me that look. You're the one who said you could hold it until we got to our campground. That was only an hour ago, and you have been potty dancing in your seat almost nonstop for the past fifteen minutes. Now you're even grabbing between your legs with both hands like you're about to have an accident. Are you even going to be able to get out of the car like this without peeing yourself? If I check your underwear, will I even find that you're still all-the-way dry?
Remember how I suggested you wear a skirt this morning? This is exactly why. I knew you were going to overestimate your bladder, just like you did when we were out shopping last week.
So here is what I want you to do. I want you to stop holding the front of your skirt between your legs and pull up the back of your skirt to your waist. No, not so I can check your underwear. It really doesn't matter if they're still dry right now. It's obvious that you're going to soak yourself before we get in.
If you wet yourself while sitting on your skirt, it's going to be obvious to everyone that you couldn't hold it. But if you pee through your panties into the passenger seat, you'll be able to hide your accident under your skirt when we get out of the car. If anyone at the gate notices your seat is soaked when they check our passes, we can just tell them you spilled your drink. No one else will find out that you went to the bathroom on yourself.
My biggest secret is that I like to let out a little leak when I’m about to go to the bathroom. I’ll just be in the bathroom laying down toilet paper ready to go practically bursting and just leak in my pants just a little so no one will see >< then I like jumping up and grabbing myself as if it was an accident but really I just like embarrassing myself. 😵💫
I’ve been holding for a while now and just got to a bathroom. Well I let out a little leak for fun and thought “maybe just a bit more” as I got my belt undone, but this time I started like GOING in my pants and I was like “oh shit” and I pulled my pants down and started pissing like crazy. It felt so good but I looked, and my underwear have a pretty big wet spot on it as well as my pants.
Now I’m sitting here, I almost started crying because I’m really embarrassed I just peed myself. It’s not a lot and it’s not super noticeable but I’m scared someone might see. I don’t really want my partner to know cuz it’s so embarrassing 😭 I have a long sweater so it can easily cover my crotch and butt, but I’m scared to leave. This hasn’t happened before..
Worst part is I’m really turned on. I’m not far from home but like I said I’ve gotta walk there and I’m scared to be seen. I need to shower when I get back but I don’t want my partner to be suspicious omg… 😣
half of the time when I decide to start a hold it takes an hour of drinking until I actually feel my bladder starting to fill because I didn't noticed I was dehydrated lol
I'd go out wearing a small short, looking like I have somewhere to go, letting rain wet me enough so no one could notice the pee slowly running down my legs, coming out in little squirts.
Why is un-potty training so hot to me??? Literally going out of your wait to train your body not to hold in your piss anymore, slowly having more and more accidents until you’re just constantly dribbling 🤤
I’m imagining a beginning bathroom routine starting out with 3 hours of rapid desperation directly after waking up in the morning, followed by a series of holds lasting the rest of the day. Of course one would also be required to drink a liter of water before going to bed.
It would get harder and harder to make it through the night without waking up due to pains in your bladder demanding attention as the continuous holds weaken your muscles.
Eventually, after you’ve woken them up in the middle of the night begging to pee one too many times, the bladder dom would deign that all these holds before bed have been putting too much of a strain on your bladder. Obviously the answer is to make sure your bladder is nice and empty before bed, right? 3 hours of rapid desperation before bed is added to your routines, in combination with your 3 hours upon waking.
This change is what causes you to wet the bed for the first time. You woke up to pangs in your bladder as usual, but this time something is different. A faint hissing between your legs and the warm, comforting sensation pooling under your bottom alert you to wake up your bladder dom to inform them of your accident.
They just smile understandingly and pull you into a big hug. “It’s alright love, really. I should have known that you just can’t make it through the night anymore.”
And suddenly, you’re allowed to go as much as you want! In fact, you’re required to pee at least once every hour (except for night time where you still do rapid desperation before bed) And your bed is fitted with thick plastic covers to prevent mess, and your dom happily cleans up your now daily bed puddles.
This part is a little more niche, but at this point in the process I would love if the dom in this fantasy began daily sounding sessions, right after waking up. Loosining and opening your urethra up every morning after having tried (and failed) to hold your bladder during the night. By now you’re wetting at least twice every night anyways, and you’re so used to staying hydrated that you usually drink at least two glasses of water by the time morning comes. Just enough to ensure there’s still a bit of piss begging to come out after more hours than usual of waiting for release.
So they’d open you right up, a heavy hand pressing on your bladder as they coax all the piss out through your practically useless and permanently relaxing peehole. Maybe they even sneaks some sort if numbing solution on the sound to ensure that those muscles are never strong enough to hold back your pee again
Its not long after this new addition to this routine that you stop being able to make it to the bathroom every hour. In fact, it feels like your underwear is almost always soaked with dribbling leaks while you wait for each hour to pass - not because you have to, you can pee as much as you want- but because the feeling of truly losing control is finally setting in. Having multiple accidents a night is one thing, but not even being able to make it an hour or even 30 minutes without leaking piss is embarrassing!!!
Your dom notices you as you start potty dancing between frequent bathroom breaks, tutting as the wet spot grows between your legs. They follow you into the bathroom one day and wordlessly pull out some pull-ups that you had no idea were even around and silently slips them on you as you pee.
It isn’t long before you lose the inhibitions that have been holding you back and give in the the convenience of being able to dribble pee as often as you want ❤️ your once daily sounding turns to two. As you begin just using your pull ups constantly instead of the toilet, they are eventually replaced by super absorbent diapers. You probably couldn’t even hold your pee if you tried
The idea of forced diaper regression is so hot like:
Going out and pumping me full of liquids all day and when I say I have to go potty its...
"First lets go look at.." "Wait I think this would look pretty on you, go try it on." or even "No, you can hold it like a big girl...cant u?"
Until in the car on the way home I physically cant hold it anymore & have an accident. but dada's not mad instead its just "See this is why only big girls wear panties. They know not to drink too much and they know how to use their words to say they cant hold it anymore. You know what needs to happen now, don't you?"
DIAPERED.
Or...
Him knowing you get up in the middle of the night every night to go to the potty, so one night he lets you have a big cup of your favorite juice before nighttime prep. But dada puts something in your juice that helps you to bed very quickly, and without a fuss.
But when you wake up groggily and slow the next day its something thick, heavy and soggy between your legs. You look down to see that you had been DIAPERED by dada last night. "See you are still having accidents baby, looks like we're going to need to keep you padded now."
OR...
Being a brat and dada putting you in diapers as punishment, but every time you try to use the potty he says no... " But I'm big enough to use the big girl potty!" he gave a disappointing tsk-tsk and followed with "No no no, big girls know how to listen to dada, but bratty little girls disobey and talk back to dada. So, no. You will use your diapers like the little girl you want to act like." When you finally give in and use the diapers for what they're made for dada doesn't notice or check for a long while. It's not until after nap time that dada checks. But from the first time you relieved yourself, it felt so good swelling with warmth underneath you, you kept using it and now when he is checking, it's very full and heavy. "See, even after the first time you went, you still decided to go again and again without even bothering to ask me to use the potty. DIAPERS for you from now on."
Just a few different scenarios I've been thinking about on a constant LOL. Anyway, thanks for reading!
