ICantHoldItt

like they’re either on a roadtrip in a car or a tour on a bus or something that goes for several hours without many bathroom breaks, and it’s a hot day outside so they just keep sipping on water. they should have taken a break when they had the chance.

‘do you need to use the bathroom?’ 

‘no, i’m good. i’ll go when we get back to the hotel room.’ 

‘are you sure? we’ve got the next five hours with no bathroom breaks, so you should go now rather than later.’

‘no, seriously, i’ll be fine. i’ve got a big bladder.’ 

‘okay, just don’t be complaining to me in two hours about how you need to piss alright?’ 

‘i’ll be fine, dude.’

but they’re so not fine. three bottles of water in and they can feel their leg jiggling in desperation. shit, they really need to pee but they can’t with all of these people around. they can’t just bring themselves to piss in a tree or on the side of the road either. 

they bury their hands into their crotch as subtly as they can, trying to make it look like a casual lay of hands across their lap. all the while, they have themselves in a death grip, trying to not let any leaks come through. 

their friend either doesn’t know what’s going on or is choosing to ignore their dilemma. ‘dude, how far away from the hotel?’

‘like another two to three hours? why, you have to piss or something?’ 

‘no! i just, you tend to get bored watching the same looking trees go by for hours, y’know?’ 

‘okay. just, warn me if you do need to piss, alright? i don’t wanna have to clean the seats just because we can’t stop for the next three hours and you didn’t pee earlier.’

‘i promise you, it’s fine.’ 

they’re lying. and it only gets worse. they’re seriously considering just grabbing an empty water bottle and peeing, but they think they won’t be able to control the stream if they do finally let go. it’s only three hours though, right? they can hold it. they’ve held for much longer before. 

three hours go by, and they’ve finally reached the hotel. they rush upstairs, bouncing their bladder and pressing small little leaks out of them. but just before they can go to the bathroom, their friend rushes into grab a shower. ‘dude, come on!’ 

‘i need to shower! i smell like the inside of an old shoe!’ 

‘can’t you wait for a bit? i need to use the bathroom!’ 

‘sorry, but i called it!’ 

as their friend betrays them and puts the shower on full blast, they grow more desperate by the second. they have no shame left as they stuff their hands down to grab themselves in a death grip. they’re so wet down below. they can’t tell if it’s piss, arousal, or both. 

they’re almost crying as the rushing sound of water gets louder, the shower sounds just invading all of their senses. pressure builds and builds, they’ve been holding it for hours. 

Describing losing control in almost gentle terms.

Talking about letting everything all come gushing out like a waterfall is great, but there's something about emphasizing that desperate little moment of weakness that gets me.

Telling them not to think about letting it all come trickling out. Not to think about letting a little leak out to relieve the pressure. That they better hold it in and not think about their poor, overworked muscles letting a spurt go.

Ooh a fantasy… I have so many ;) 

One that always comes to mind is going out with someone who knows how much I love omo. We go to a restaurant, and they order a bottle of wine, winking at me as I finish my first glass. “Don’t rush through it babe, you don’t know when you’ll be going to the bathroom next…”

I have a pretty ok time holding my bladder, but when I start to not know when I can go next (new places, airplanes, etc.) sometimes the nerves get to me. As soon as they say that, I take a mental check of where my bladder is at - and immediately panic, thinking I’m almost full. Watching the liquid flow into my glass and splash. I take a few breaths, and smile. This is going to be fun. 

A few glasses in, I now think I really am starting to feel it. My legs are starting to shake a little, a little mini pee dance in my chair. Not out of desperation, but just out of a slight discomfort. My knees are definitely squeezed together. They drop their napkin.

“Oops!” and as he bends down to pick it up, I know he’s looking at my legs under the table. How close together they are. How I’ve pulled up my skirt so the elastic isn’t over my bladder, but on my waist now, the little bulge where my fullness is sticking out.  I flush a little, and try to stop the shaking for a moment, wishing I could hold better than I could - but he and I both know that alcohol makes everything so much worse for me, and goes right through me.

When he sits back in his chair, he smiles. “You okay?” 

“Doing great,” I smile back. “How about you?” I’ve been watching him, and he’s not only had as much wine as I have, but three glasses of water - the waiter keeps refilling. He has a much higher tolerance than me, but I know this is still more than usual…and he wants to play. 

“Doing great. Let’s get the check” He gets the check and we go to leave. The second we stand up I feel my bladder send shivers. “oooh,” I wiggle my hips a little. “Just to let you know -” my voice still cracks everytime I say it, “I kinda have to go to the bathroom..but I can wait for the next place”

“Good. You’ll need to,” he says. As we leave, he pushes up close behind me as we walk out the door and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. “Naughty boy….” I turn to him, and he presses me against the wall outside the restaurant, kissing me..and grinding into my bladder.

My panties are wet (but not from leaking..yet) as I squirm under him, feeling his cock twitch as I grind my crotch against his leg to help me hold. “I actually…really have to go…” I whisper in his ear “…and if you keep doing this…I…”

He releases me. “You might what?” he asks, playfully. As we wait for a cab, he shifts foot to foot. “You know..I kinda have to pee too…” 

“I saw you drinking all that water! I knew it. But big boys can hold it, can’t they?” I ask, casually crossing my legs (though internally, it wasn’t casual at all)

“Yes. But so can big girls.” He shoots back. 

Our cab arrives, and we go to the next bar. As we walk in, it’s icy cold - the AC must be blasting. It hits my bladder like a wave, and I let out a little gasp. “Ooh…” and I feel the first contraction, the first risk of leaking, as I tighten up and press my legs close. 

We sit down, and he immediately downs the water. “I’m trying to catch up to you…” he whispers, running his foot against my leg (tightly crossed) under the table. He winces a little and adjusts his pants. I feel my panties getting damper, still not from any leaks…but from watching him, knowing how little he shows, knowing how much he’s had to drink, and that little adjustment meant everything. 

When I have to go - I can hold it usually for some time. Alcohol and caffeine do me in, but I still have a runway. Him, on the other hand, when he has to go, it’s time. We’ve been in shopping malls and I’ve seen him go from nothing to sneaking quick grabs and shuffling towards the bathroom. We’ve been in the car, and I’ve had to pull over while he yanks out his dick - sometimes leaving a few spots on his boxers. 

I knew this was it. 

Our drinks come, and I can barely look at mine, let alone think about drinking it. I have to pee. But I know he does too, and I want to have some fun watching it, and enjoying this desperation - I get so turned on when I have to go.

He’s getting a little red, and as he grabs his martini glass, I notice his hands shaking a little. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You know now..I’ve really gotta go. I gotta go-” he bites his lip, and I see his hand brush his pants and make a quick grab, “like right now.”

“I’d like you to hold it for me.” My legs are crossed tight, knowing his need makes mine so much worse.

“I am. I did. I mean- I am, but,” when his words get mixed up like this, I know it’s time. I take a sip of my drink. Damn. It feels like it goes straight to my bladder. 

“I’ve had to go for an hour, and I’ve held it. I’ve squirmed under you, and kept my legs tight, and been a good girl. Now you, hold it for me, just for a minute.” 

His eyes stay on me as he takes another sip and winces, adjusting his pants up again, away from his bladder. He must be dying. I’m so horny now, I just want to take him and fuck him, but know we’ll never make it home. 

“Ok, babe,” he looks at me and adjusts himself again, this time the grab even more obvious. This is a very special show for me. 

“Here’s the plan,” I whisper to him. “I’ve gotta go too. And I’m a wreck watching you. I honestly think I might leak when I stand up, so we need to get to the bathroom. It’s in the back, and they’re unisex. Let’s get in there together. I’m going to go first…and don’t make a scene.”

He nods. I take another squeeze of my legs, feeling his eyes fixated on my crotch, and uncross them, exhaling. Fuck. I knew it, and I can feel that first dribble on the edge, ready to escape. Fuck. I should’ve gone at the restaurant. I hope this bathroom isn’t far. I stand up and feel the first leak escape, and take a look at him with a grimace. I cross my legs tight again.

“What’s going on? Go!” he whispers.

“I’m…trying…to get control!” I whisper back, tightening with everything I got.

I hurry over to the bathroom. Feeling a few leaks escape. I get inside, and immediately grab myself, cross my legs, and squirm. I take my panties off, so anything I lose won’t ruin them. He’s in a moment later, already undoing his belt. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” he exclaims, holding himself. “Help me undo this damn belt!”

I know what this means - he’s losing control too. Underneath, he’s already leaked, if he has to grab like that, there’s no other choice. I help him with his belt, kissing him although he fights me. We’re two squirming messes, and using my hands to undo his belt means that I’m constantly leaking now, little squirts running down my legs as I stomp up and down trying to keep control with this dance. 

“Stop!” he exclaims, grabbing his zipper. There’s not time for my terrible coordination on this belt. 

He gets his dick out of the zipper and I see it’s dripping - there’s already a spot on his pants. I’ve never seen this. Desperation, yes. Losing it like this - god I could cum already.

He’s pissing a heavy stream in the toilet, exhaling, while I’m dancing and holding myself next to him. “Hurry! I can’t, “ I gasp, “wait!”

He stops the stream, a feat I can tell from his face wincing. “Go now,” he knows I’m going to piss all over the floor otherwise. Now it’s my turn to let go, and god it feels good. Watching him still squirm (I also find that stopping mid-piss is even harder than holding to begin with, especially when desperate) while I get relief….

He tells me to spread my legs, so he can go again too. I oblige, and he faces me pissing in the front of the toilet, our faces both total ecstasy at this release.

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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”

Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”

“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.

He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.

It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.

With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.

Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet–sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour.  With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.

Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it–she just has that kind of effect on him.

CN: real public desperation, diaper wetting, NSFW

I don’t know what made me do it, but after spotting some ‘nightguard men’s diapers’ whilst shopping, I decided to grab them and dash to the till. Maybe the ever growing dull ache in my bladder had alerted me, but I felt embarrassed and just figured maybe they’d be useful sometime.

Leaving the shop, the cold air hit me hard and I instinctively grabbed my cock. I’d drank 5 soft drinks (refillable!) earlier, and the urge suddenly had become apparent. It was a long walk home but with shopping bags in one hand and my drinks cup in the other, I started the journey. The street was busy as usual, unfortunately without any bushes to quickly nip behind to piss. My bladder was pressing up against my waistband, swollen with fluid, so I undid the top button. For a second the pressure eased ever so slightly, and I murmured a groan under my breath. But it really was only for a second, as all too soon the urgency returned. I figured it would take 20 minutes if I walked really fast, and silently pleaded with myself to last that long.

I heard someone call my name and turned to see a friend waving. Shit I can’t stop to talk now, I needed to piss! She chatted for a few moments (about what I cannot remember) as I clenched my thighs, trying anything I could to hold back the flow for just that bit longer. Leaning over to hug goodbye, I had to grab my crotch as I knew it was the only way to hold back from spurting into my boxers.

Somehow I remained dry, but was realising how impossible it would be now to stay that way. Every step was harder than the last and my bladder (and somehow even my cock) felt heavy. Slipping behind a parked car, I slid my hand through my flies to grab myself in the vague hope it would help, but it didn’t. I was so desperate now, my breathing rapid and hands shaky.

This was it. The piss was coming and I knew I couldn’t hold the tip of my cock forever. There was no way I could let go and humiliate myself by flooding my boxers, so with my other hand grabbed my empty drinks cup I still had from earlier; the closest thing to hand. There were people all around so I had to hide my stream somehow. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but uncovering the tip of my cock to the outside air was enough to send a jet of hot piss spurting into the cup. I groaned, trying to remain as in control of possible, figuring the small amount that could fit in this cup would be enough to hold off the desperation until getting home. Within seconds it was full, luckily considering the people coming towards me now up ahead. My cock throbbing as I pinched back the flow, I pushed it hastily back inside my boxers, leaving several noticable drips by my trouser flies.

I put my head down in shame, rushing past the crowds to drop the warm piss-filled cup in the garbage. It wasn’t much further now, I could make it I told myself. I lit up a cigarette whilst speed- walking, hoping the nicotine might help. It didn’t. With each step, the pressure grew. I focused my breathing, tried to calm the quivering and think of anything other than the ever growing urgency in my bladder.

I fumbled for the door key, shaking now. What if I couldn’t make the final stretch and soaked myself here in public?

Reaching the front door I let out a desperate sigh, but in doing so my muscles unclenched ever so slightly and let out another squirt of pee in my boxers. Running inaide, the shopping bags caught on the bannister and fell to the floor, blocking my path upstairs to the bathroom I so utterly needed right now. The pack of diapers rolled out and in a split second I knew this was my only choice.

I was audibly begging now, whilst frantincally unfolding the padded pants and pulling down my trousers. My bladder spasmed and I yanked the diaper up over my now aching balls and cock, flopping in agony onto the nearest chair.

I didn’t have time to check it was even on right, before a heavy jet of pee shot into the padding between my legs. I groaned, knowing this was it. I was literally sat wetting myself into an adult diaper! The dam burst and piss flooded out over my balls, pooling in the padding on my arse. The feeling of Incredible relief, combined with the hot wet padding growing around my cock was unbelievable. It felt almost orgasmic, pissing so forcefully on myself in the front room.