its perfect. Whether they're by themself or with friends, just imagine their painting their nails with some shitty cheap brand that takes a billion hours to dry and gets smudged super easily.

now imagine they have to piss pretty badly. They can't go to the bathroom because they just finished painting their nails and now they're wet. But it's alright, they can just wait a little longer.

but then it gets worse. They start squirming and they want to hold themselves but the polish is still sticky, so they're forced to keep their hands at their side

Eventually they have to resort to digging their heel or an object into their crotch, or maybe getting someone to help hold, or whatever else you can think of that might help. Antics ensue.

I have nearly pissed myself painting my nails so this is all from experience lol :3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Nice Guys (2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jackson Healy/Holland March Characters: Holland March, Jackson Healy Additional Tags: Omorashi, Wetting, Desperation, Handcuffs, Coming in Pants, Coming Untouched, Degradation, Verbal Degradation, Humiliation, Under-negotiated Kink, march is a whiny fuck, and healy’s Realising Things About Himself, Sub Holland March, Dom jackson healy, very very mild intoxication (he had a couple of drinks like a few hours ago and it’s only mentioned once), Wet & Messy Summary:

“Okay. What’s up with you, March?” he asks. “You’re being even more skittish than normal.” Jackson’s firm tone makes Holland have to swallow a whine. “I have to piss,” he mumbles. Jackson stares. “…you have to piss.” The blonde winces, biting down harder on his lip. “Yes!” His voice is louder now, more urgent. “I have to piss, and it’s bad, and I don’t know how long we’re gonna be here, and- fuck-“ Jackson is trying his best not to ogle him. He really is. But there’s just… something about the way that Holland is panting, the way he’s sweating and writhing around that makes Jackson’s dick twitch in his jeans.

or

especially ones who have to act put-together to fit a specific image. it would be soooo embarrassing if others figured out that this cool, collected individual can’t hold their piss for a few hours; or if they can, they’re an absolute wreck.

they don’t show it. they can’t afford to put their persona to the side, so they’re stuck suffering through it all without being able to openly express it. if you pay closer attention, of course, you can see the slight tremble in their thighs, the sweat starting to form on their forehead, and the way their steps are faltering just slightly.

and if they were to have an accident? it would absolutely wreck their pride. they’d have to keep up this act like it’s not bothersome, they can handle anything! they don’t need help! they’re fine! obviously, it’s not a big deal.

(it most definitely is.)

I have to stay very quiet because my flatmates are home. I’m grinding against my pillow in my soaked panties, hips rolling slowly back and forth, then side to side. My clit is incredibly sensitive, pulsing with every movement. My pussy is absolutely drenched — I’ve completely soaked through my panties and the pillow beneath me.

I’m already so close, but I don’t want to cum yet. My swollen clit throbs helplessly, aching for more.

I reach for my C-shaped vibrator. With trembling fingers I slide my drenched panties down, shivering as the cool air kisses my dripping pussy. I gently push the longer end deep inside me — the sudden fullness almost makes me lose control. I freeze, breathing shakily, fighting the urge.

Once I regain some control, I position the other end against my throbbing clit and pull my soaked panties back up, letting them hold the toy perfectly in place.

I lower myself onto the pillow again. Ohhh yes… The soft plush feeling between my thighs, the firm pressure of the vibrator, and my warm, slippery wetness is pure heaven.

I start grinding once more, slow and deep, getting even wetter. Only then do I pair the toy with my phone and turn it on.

The first soft waves hit my clit. “Fuck…” I whisper almost soundlessly, biting my lip. The vibrations feel incredible. Soon a new pattern starts — it builds from deep inside and spreads outward, caressing my lips and swollen clit, growing stronger with every wave.

My mind drifts to other women… I picture them in the shower, legs only slightly parted, letting the warm streams tease their pussies. They stroke their slick, swollen clits with slow, loving circles, hips moving in tiny, restrained motions as the water kisses every sensitive fold. Their inner thighs quiver, faces flushed with pleasure.

That image makes me even wetter.

I keep grinding in slow, controlled circles, pressing my clit harder against the buzzing toy. “I’m so close…” I breathe, barely audible. My thighs tremble as the soft pillow gently caresses my inner thighs.

I can’t hold it any longer.

I clench my ass and push my hips forward, grinding my dripping pussy firmly against the pillow and the vibrator. I squeeze my thighs tighter, trapping the pillow between them. My pelvic muscles tense rhythmically as I keep making small, desperate circles.

The orgasm crashes over me. I bite hard into the pillow to stay silent as powerful waves explode from my clit and spread through my whole body. My abs and legs flex tightly, drawing the pleasure deeper. “Mmm… yes…” I whimper almost soundlessly, trembling.

I refuse to stop. I keep my muscles tensed and continue those tiny, insistent grinding movements, milking wave after wave from my pulsing clit. Each squeeze sends new surges of ecstasy through my belly, spine, and thighs. The orgasm stretches out beautifully, long and intense, until I’m shaking with aftershocks.

Like imagine you’re sitting there driving and it’s been so long that you literally have no other option besides to grab the water bottle you finished a few hours ago. You have to go so badly that you can’t even wait to pull over somewhere secluded enough, or until the next rest stop you pass, it’s gotta be now. 

Tell them exactly how you're touching yourself and how good it feels

Describe every sensation. Share every thought

Tell them when you're close

Let them interact. Ask them to send you content they think you'd like. Tell them to choose how you should touch yourself next

I promise they'll be holding their phone six inches from their eyes, absolutely flushed with need as they await every response

If you have the perfect storm, you can blue-screen their subby little brain by saying "fuck I'm so close. If I keep going I'm gonna cum....do you think I should?"

Being so tuned in to your experience as you get yourself off, and being able to "give" you the permission they want sooo badly? It's better worse than actually being edged~

before the wetting and after 🤤 i wasn't kidding about the tight belt huh! note it's one notch tighter in the empty bladder pic (right).

Timing so that it happens in your sleep: oh, you poor thing, nightly ruined finishes, making a mess in your panties? Or worse, you get jolted out of sleep for it exactly too late to prevent it or enjoy yourself! How sad 🤭

Timing it intentionally to set yourself up for fun: maybe try to aim for mid-play session with a friend! Or so that you're positioned for maximum humiliation, trying not to make a peep in public.

No impact on libido: maybe you think you're in the clear with a low libido, but, oops! You slipped up again because you so rarely think about jerking off, and now you're cumming handsfree, confused for a split second before the rushing dread of inevitability that feels better every time...

Slightly off 24hr timer: how much of a nightmare would 20 or 16 hours be? One slip up and suddenly you realize with sinking terror, doing mental math in the middle of a work meeting, realizing you're seconds away from embarrassing yourself unless you can hide your tells!

Minecraft:

Easy: Build a house while holding. It has to be a minimum of 5 by 5 by 5. You can only build with blocks that are crafted. With windows and a door. (Extra points if it looks nice)

Normal: Find Diamonds while holding. They have to be mined or at least underground, no village chests. And if you die, drink water.

Hard: Beat the Game while holding. But you have to drink when you die. IF you die in the neither drink twice as much as you normally would. Any glitchless strategy is allowed to complete the game

Skyrim:

Easy: Play up until you kill the first dragon while holding. If you die, drink some water.

Normal: Travel from Solitude to Riften while holding. BUT Every time you die you drink water.

Hard: Complete an entire guild quest line. BUT each time you take damage take a sip. And when you die you have to spread your legs and relax your muscles till you respawn. No stealth archer build is allowed.

i had the last of my end of semester exams today, and i woke up late so i didn't have time to use the bathroom before i left. it was quite warm in the exam room so i drank my entire 500mL drinkbottle and refilled it about halfway through the exam. mistake. i started kinda feeling it with about 50min to go, and i started really feeling it with about 30min left.

each person is only allowed to leave the room once during the exam time, though, and i'd already used that to fill my drink bottle (yes, it's a stupid rule, but i don't decide them). i realised that i'd have to hold it for the rest of the time, while paying attention to the exam, and probably drinking more water because god it was hot in there (middle of winter where i'm from but they had the heater up very high). sure, i can do this. hopefully.

as the end of the time got closer and closer i was squirming in my seat, i hadn't leaked yet but there was still 10min left.... i was genuinely worried i wouldn't make it. i had one question left, but i was struggling to focus at this point, i'd made the mistake of wearing a belt this morning and it was digging into my bladder, which i'm sure was bulging by this point, making me even more desperate than i was before, and no matter how much i moved around i couldn't get any relief.

with about 2min left i felt my first leak. it wasn't big, but i could tell it was the beginning of the end. i was once again bemoaning my outfit choices, as i was wearing light jeans, and if i leaked much more it would be. very obvious. at this point, i had finished my exam and packed up my things, and i was just waiting for the buzzer that would finally let me leave.

when it went off, i quite literally sprinted to the bathroom (i think i bumped into a good few people on the way out lol), and as i got into the stall i could feel myself starting to pee.... you'd think that taking off my belt would make it better, but really that miniscule amount of relief is what let loose the flood.

thankfully, i managed to get my pants down in time.... but not my underwear. i was peeing full force, into the toilet (at least), but through my underwear. the relief was insane, and i couldn't even be upset that i almost didn't make it, because wow it felt good. when i finished, i took them off and ended up just binning them because i had nowhere to stash them, and i had to go the rest of the day commando, constantly reminding me of what almost happened.

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.

because they woke up this morning realising they were very late for work, and had no time for their morning pee, and once they get there their boss is refusing to give them even a second off, because they've already missed so much work that has to be done, and eventually the work day is over, but as soon as they get up to go home, they're told they have to work overtime

but EVENTUALLY, they're done, and can go home, but the traffic just could not be slower, they're stopped at every single red light, and there seems to always be someone going at a snails pace in front of them

and after their long and desperate journey, they make it home, spend some time struggling to find their key, before they get in! they rush to the toilet! too desperate to take their pants down, they just sit down, relax, and prepare for the blissful relief they've been craving all day!

and then nothing happens, nothing comes out, they feel like they're about to burst but nothing will come out, they spend so long trying to relieve the urgent need to go, but there's nothing they can do, the relief they've been anticipating so badly will never come

😵‍💫 omg… i love extreme desperation so much…, especially when their bladder is spasming, it’s so so full,,, maybe it’s a bladder inflation scenario and it’s physically been getting in the way of their work.. as they crawl through traffic they feel it getting bigger and heavier… by the time they get to the bathroom they have to squish it down so they can barely squeeze past the doorframe. And once they realize they can’t pee, their bladder triples in size… now they’re stuck in the bathroom with a hyper bladder that shows no signs that it will stop filling up… Ough 😵‍💫

Im leaving the bathroom, frustrated tears blurring my vision. I need to pee so, so bad, why couldnt I just make it happen, maybe one more minute and I could have...!

oh. oh, fuck. I stumble and you catch me. Im shaking. wait, turn around, I say. wait, wait, do you have tissues or something it's coming out

I squeeze the wad of tissues to the front of my shorts and you have to hold me up, my legs have gone weak, Im biting my lip and my face is burning. the bathroom line still stretches long, and there are people milling all around us-- and Im pissing myself. I cant stop it. I just came out of the bathroom but Im pissing myself in front of everyone, and it goes on and on and on.

…

oh my god, he does! look, he has to pee! you gonna make it to the bathroom in time, little guy?

shut up!

aww, sounds like somebody’s having trouble holding it! how embarrassing- are you going to piss your pants?

fuck off. i can hold it.

hear that? he says he can hold it! with that potty dance you’re doing, i doubt it.

i’m not doing a fucking-

don’t even try to deny it. we can all see you. aww, look how red you are! you’re so embarrassed!! are you shy about your tiny bladder? that’s so fucking funny!

i hate you.

someone’s feeling defensive! sounds like you’re going to have a little accident on yourself! i bet you’re leaking in your pants already, aren’t you?

no! stop talking!

he’s gonna pee his pants right here!