Gomonomo

Two people cuddling on a couch, both very very comfortable and relaxed. One starts to slowly but continuously leak out and because they're so sleepy and comfy and thoughtless around their partner they don't even notice. Their partner notices as soon as their sweatpants start getting dark around the crotch but decides not to say anything, watching the wet spot grow bigger and bigger, soaking their pants, then their partner's thigh, then the cushions beneath them. they've been peeing for about a minute straight at this point and eventually the cushions get so soaked that they start dripping down onto the wooden floor below the couch. The dripping noise only makes them subconsciously leak harder, finally emptying the last strong spurts on to their partner's thigh. Their partner gently gives them some water and after a few minutes their partner finally speaks up with "wow, looks like you really had to go huh?" and they finally open their eyes to see the massive puddle they made. Out of embarrassment they freeze up and uncontrollably start peeing agin, the only evidence of it being the quiet hissing noise, as everything around them is way to soaked to show anything else.

Hello everyone! I felt like I needed to tell you guys about a real experience I had a few weeks ago at a pool party with some friends.

Pool parties always seem to create some sort of pee scenario; maybe its the drinks, maybe its the splashing water, maybe a bit of both. We hadn't even been there for an hour when one of the girls I was sitting next to, let's call her Amy, looked up at me, giggled and said "is it bad that I'm already peeing in here?" Another girl shrieked and climbed out of the pool, while I stood speechless next to her and looked down, realizing she wasn't kidding. I could see a slight cloud of yellow seeping out of her bikini bottoms, dissipating into the pool and surrounding us. I was standing in her piss. I couldn't decide whether it was gross or hot. Her friend chastised her for peeing in the pool, telling her she shouldn't have said anything, but I couldn't get the image of the faint cloud of pee in the clear water out of my head.

ofc !!

I started holding kinda by accident, had a tea and some water just going about my evening and a few hours later i had to go so I just thought why not yk... not go?

I’ve been holding all through a looong nap and I just woke up bursting, my underwear have the slightest dampness to them, I’m not sure if I leaked in my sleep but it seems likely.

I had to wriggle back and forth breathing deeply and clenching down as I put on my robe to make sure none of my roommates saw my wet underwear and I made a mad dash for the toilet.

When I got there I let out another leak involuntarily just at the feeling of being so close.

With how suddenly it call came on I had the idea to measure my output and instead of sitting on the toilet I grabbed an empty glass jar from a used up product and jumped in the shower, frantically holding back little droplets I managed to pull my underwear down and to get the lid off and my stream burst into the jar.

Unfortunately it was filled in only a few seconds and I felt like there was no way I was going to be able to stop as I saw the yellow line rising but I managed to cut off my stream just in time.

Legs shaking I decided to challenge myself and my endurance, forcing my bladder to hold out for the amount of time it would take to carefully screw the jar lid back on and grab another container.

When the second container was positioned under me I could finally let go fully and my whole body slumped over in relief as the rest of my pee hissed out of me, going for a good 35 seconds more I almost reached the brim of the second container.

I couldn’t believe I had been holding all that inside of me for so long I just crouched there on all fours chest heaving for a while getting my breath and waiting for my wits to come back to me.

Then I cleaned myself up and went to go grab a liquid measure from the kitchen, bringing it back I poured from the jar into it (almost 500ml!), and then from the container until I hit the 700ml mark that is the top of the measuring cup. But to my surprise there was still lots left in the container, my previous record for a measured hold (who knows about the other clothes wetting accidents) was around 750/800, so I dumped the contents watching them swirl down the drain and measured the remainder of the container which was another 360ml bringing me up over the litre mark!

I’ve been holding all through a looong nap and I just woke up bursting, my underwear have the slightest dampness to them, I’m not sure if I leaked in my sleep but it seems likely.

I had to wriggle back and forth breathing deeply and clenching down as I put on my robe to make sure none of my roommates saw my wet underwear and I made a mad dash for the toilet.

When I got there I let out another leak involuntarily just at the feeling of being so close.

With how suddenly it call came on I had the idea to measure my output and instead of sitting on the toilet I grabbed an empty glass jar from a used up product and jumped in the shower, frantically holding back little droplets I managed to pull my underwear down and to get the lid off and my stream burst into the jar.

Unfortunately it was filled in only a few seconds and I felt like there was no way I was going to be able to stop as I saw the yellow line rising but I managed to cut off my stream just in time.

Legs shaking I decided to challenge myself and my endurance, forcing my bladder to hold out for the amount of time it would take to carefully screw the jar lid back on and grab another container.

When the second container was positioned under me I could finally let go fully and my whole body slumped over in relief as the rest of my pee hissed out of me, going for a good 35 seconds more I almost reached the brim of the second container.

I couldn’t believe I had been holding all that inside of me for so long I just crouched there on all fours chest heaving for a while getting my breath and waiting for my wits to come back to me.

Then I cleaned myself up and went to go grab a liquid measure from the kitchen, bringing it back I poured from the jar into it (almost 500ml!), and then from the container until I hit the 700ml mark that is the top of the measuring cup. But to my surprise there was still lots left in the container, my previous record for a measured hold (who knows about the other clothes wetting accidents) was around 750/800, so I dumped the contents watching them swirl down the drain and measured the remainder of the container which was another 360ml bringing me up over the litre mark!

Two people for whatever reason are determined to do a holding contest but don’t want to deal with any kind of cleanup. So, as they start to get desperate, lose confidence in their ability not to leak, they move to the bathroom to either stand at/sit on the toilet. If one of them is sitting the other has to have a container at the ready, since sharing would be messy and that’s what they’re trying to avoid. (Or maybe they’re both standing at the same toilet, or they’ve both got containers.)

The point is, they’re both naked from the waist down to avoid dirty laundry, and they’ve both positioned themselves in ways they associate with relief. They’re squirming right over the toilet, or with their hand around their cock, pressed against the rim of whatever container they’re holding against themselves. When one of them finally starts leaking, it’s unbearably obvious. The spatter of liquid on liquid, the sound of the first few drops filling a container.

Longer leaks cause strained arguments over what counts as losing, as they both have their thighs pressed together, dripping through their fingers, barely able to talk through the desperation.

Someone has to break first, and maybe it’s the one who’s got a container, while the other is sitting on a toilet, barely holding it together. They are no longer able to instinctively stop their leaks, and have to put real effort into cutting themself off.

Their container is visibly filling, and the other person is calling them out on it, there’s no way that doesn’t count. It doesn’t matter, since they soon lose the ability to stop their leaks at all and begin pissing helplessly. They let out a moan and unconsciously widen their stance.

The other person, sitting on the toilet, revels in their victory for a few short moments before they give in to their own desperation. It’s orgasmic.

The loser realizes they’ve underestimated the size of their bladder, and their container is about to overflow. They instinctively panic, but remember they’re in the bathroom and the tile is easy to clean. They’re still frozen, at the mercy of their body, and can’t even move to set down the container. They really don’t want to get piss on their hands, though, and it’s all they can do to shift their hips away so that they’re pissing directly on the floor. They’re half hard from the effort of holding it and the feeling of their hand around their cock as they tried to hold themself back.

(Being into omo but also being kind of a neat freak is so funny)