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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.

what if you had to wake up super early for class but your alarm didn't go off in time and so you had to rush out the door without being able to take your morning pee first because your professor wanted to leave at 8 am on the dot because there's a long drive ahead to the site you'll all be working in today. and of course they're not going to wait for you to use the bathroom on campus first before you all pile onto the bus because they already waited a good 5-10 minutes for you to get there and they don't want to wait any longer.

so you grit your teeth and board the bus, hauling your heavy bag with you and setting it on your lap so your classmates have room to sit still, the bulk of it digging into your torso in a way that you can't quite make comfortable and that pushes into you even more whenever your bus hits a bumpy stretch of road (all the more common the further you stray from civilization), or when the person sitting next to you shifts around, or when you have to pull your water bottle out for a drink, and boy do you--the bus is stuffy already, and as the summer day begins to heat up more, it's only getting worse. and it's not like the water stored in your bladder is going to get reabsorbed back into your dehydrating body, is it?

after a couple long hours, you finally reach the site your class will be working in today. you wince as you drag yourself out of your seat with your bag behind you--fortunately, it's heavy enough that you don't look too suspicious stepping out onto the gravel road hunched-over. the professor begins relaying the plans for today as the rest of the class stands around, as attentive as they can be on this humid hot day, but you're too distracted by the growing, now almost painful pressure in your lower abdomen to pay them any mind. you look behind you to see if there's maybe any shrubs you can step behind real quick to relieve yourself--

and it's all standing water. it's a gentle, mucky slope down into an emergent marsh, covered in lily pads with cattails and arrowheads sticking out from the span of murky water. water that's gently rippling against the vegetation with every gust of wind. water that's broken by the occasional splash of a frog leaping out, or perhaps an osprey diving in. water that's running down the back of a diving duck as it resurfaces, dribbling back down into the pond in a way only you can notice. and it's deep, too, going far up these cattail stems and oh God. you have to wear your chest waders today. your heavy, heavy, waterproof chest waders, so you can get deep into the marsh.

you tune back in to your lesson as the rest of the class slips into their own waders--you don't know why you're going in there today, all you know is that you are and you need to put on your waders and that can only begin with an excruciating kneel down to untie your sneakers. you take as deep a breath as you can handle to steel yourself before slowly lowering yourself down, just enough so you can pee your pants--no. so you can untie your shoes. but you peed a little, just now. did you? no you didn't. you're being paranoid. you're not pissing your pants as a grown college student, and certainly not in front of your class. you can't be, so you're not. and so you untied one shoe without leaking again (but you didn't leak, you can't have, please not here and not now). you can't handle the idea of shifting your weight onto your other knee to untie your second shoe, so you choose the worse idea of contorting yourself enough to reach the other sneakers laces in your current position, which jams your overfilling bladder into your knee in a way that definitely didn't squeeze another spurt out, no way it did. and then you stand up, gripping onto the thighs of your pants to resist your urge to grab your crotch instead as the mass inside you shifts down, pressing harder than ever.

but your waders. you need your waders. fuck.

you kick off your sneakers and grab for your chest waders and, stifling a whimper, lift your leg up like a dog who's about to pee in the grass, wouldn't that feel so nice, it all gushing out and splattering against the ground, but you're not a dog, you're a field biology student that needs to put your chest waders on and you can't afford to pee yourself like you almost did just now. and so you lift your leg and your thigh pushes even harder into your now-distended bladder as you wrangle your limb into your oversized waders, followed by your second leg and another squirt into your pants (maybe it's a good thing you're wearing waders today, so nobody can see the wet spot you think is growing on your pants now). after bending down to help pull your waders up over your legs and sensitive, bulging abdomen, kneading your bladder like a ball of dough with your stupid little "I bought the wrong size and these are too big to easily put on" dance, your clip your waders on with the buckles by your shoulders and you are ready.

and by the time you finished, everyone else had already moved past you, and you can see them several yards away already, standing around the professor as they show you some stupid fucking plant with water dripping from the roots and splashing onto the water below.

you should get a move on, so you do. and you step into the mucky slope, and it's soft. it's muck, so of course it is, it's just mud but shittier. but you're moving! you're moving and you're making it over to your class and maybe you can say you just had a ton of rocks in your show and that's why you were slow! or maybe you were getting another drink because it's so hot out today, and the thought of water, a whole gallon of it, sloshing around in a water bottle with every step just like your pee is sloshing inside you with every step, just thinking about it is making each drop of that gallon trickle into your bladder and it hurts--

and it released another spurt, much larger than it had before, as you suddenly plunge into the muck up to your hips. guess it was a steep drop into the water!

you clench down harder than you ever have in your life as you try to stop the stream and not think about that splash as you fell into the water and definitely not think about how your whole class is looking at you now. and they want you to come over, of course, so you don't hold them up even more. so you try to go over. but you cant. the muck has sucked you right in, and every time you jerk your leg to free yourself, your hold over your bladder muscles gets weaker and weaker, with every jolt of force from your leg and hips smashing into the great rock in your abdomen, jostling even more pee out of it with every move you make to try to free yourself.

and now one of your classmates is coming over to free you, and theyre splashing so much water around as they move towards you, and you can't stop peeing--you can't stop peeing? you can't stop peeing! your bladder, with a stubborn, angry shock of pain, has decided it finally had enough, and now youre helplessly filling your waterproof waders with fresh, hot pee as you look in the eyes of your classmate coming to rescue you from the muck.

....man it would be so amazing to have someone to do this stuff with in person

like just the thought of actually BEING there to give someone cute a whole bunch to drink and to tell them how quickly they have to finish it and watch them drink and tease them about how bad theyre gonna have to go

and then to get to be there an hour or two later when they’re shifting their weight around and crossing their legs and bouncing in place, and to get to see the flush of embarrassment and discomfort and arousal on their face, and to hear the note of strain and need in their voice

and to have all that squirming, blushing, wide-eyed need directed at ME because i’m the one whose permission they need to get relief, and to have them first ask for permission, and then whine for it, and then beg for it, and to look them in the eyes each time and say “no.”

and to be able to touch them throughout, to reach out and tickle their side when they’re not expecting it or straddle their legs while i slowly press the heel of my hand into their bladder, but also just to be able to press them up against a wall and make out with them and run my hands all over them and press my hand up between their legs because god i cant even imagine how turned on and attracted to someone desperate id be

watching someone do the physical challenges i give them, hearing them make a little noise in their throat when i tell them to stand up with their legs apart and getting to watch those legs begin to quiver as they bite their lip and squeeze their eyes shut, telling someone they have to sit still and seeing their poor body tensed and trembling with the effort of staying in control

and of course (because you know me!) to be able to psychologically tease someone in person... picking up a mostly empty glass and swishing whats left around while i casually bring up allll the different kinds of beverages i had them drink earlier, and have they ever noticed the way coffee just runs right through you? :) or holding them in my lap when they can hardly sit still and murmuring right into their ear about the ocean of pee inside them, how swollen full they must, how they must be dying to let it gush out. being able to actually SEE their reaction when i turn on a tap to a trickle, or have them do a load of dirty dishes with nice warm water, or take them up to the bathroom to keep me company while i sit myself on the toilet and empty my bladder with a sigh of satisfaction... and then whisk them right back downstairs

and then of course, getting to be there for their relief. whether i finally kiss them on the cheek and tell them they can use the bathroom if they make it up the stairs, and i get to see them dancing in front of the toilet and ripping down their pants with trembling hands and then their whole body slumping with relief as they take an endless gushing piss that feels SO good they cant not moan... or whether they suddenly freeze in the middle of the kitchen and hunch over and gasp out “i cant—“ and i get to see the first few stuttering splatters of pee hit the floor as they fight for control, before their bladder gives in completely and lets hours of pent up pee stream down their legs to the floor and i have to help them stay upright because their legs are giving out too

and getting to take care of them after, stripping the wet clothes off of them bc theyre almost to exhausted to do it themselves, dealing with the dirty laundry and the puddle while they shower, having nice warm dry pjs ready for them to change into so we can get into bed together and cuddle while i tell them how good they did, how good they were for me, how good they are ❤️

But you can’t you can’t, it’s too much and there’s pressure on your bladder, their fingers dig into your hips, your underwear’s rubbing against your crotch, everything is sensitive. You’re whining, tears in your eyes begging for release but they won’t let you go. They viciously push against your bladder and that’s it, you just leak all over them, thighs clenching around them to try to hold it but it’s not working.

gasping when i feel your fingers trace the outline of my pussy through the panties i was wearing. i shifted, “shh, just me pretty girl..” you cooed, and i relaxed. unconsciously pushing my hips back..melting into your body perfectly.

so desperate for you, even in sleep. feeling the way your thumb circles my clit a few times before you push a finger in, then two. already wet.

a sleepy moan falls from my lips and my legs spread as you pump your fingers in and out.

“m-mommy..” i moaned sleepily, pushing further back on your fingers. i felt the vibrations in your chest as you hummed. palm pressed flat against my clit while you kept your fingers inside. rutting against you, still dazed with sleep.

i shifted, laying on my back..legs spread on the bed and found my face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. those pretty whimpers slipping out as you moved faster.

“f-fuck..” hips bucking involuntarily and you could feel how close i was. your fingers coated in my wetness, pussy clenching around them.

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so well” you praised and my head pressed back into the pillows, hair splaying around me. eyes still shut and lips parted.

it never took you long, you knew my body almost as well as your own. your head ducking town and taking my nipple into your mouth, tongue pressed against it as you swirled around, biting down softly between your teeth. my eyes fluttered open, your fingers moving faster..pleased with the way i reacted to your touch.

“god you’re so wet,” you moaned, a whine escaping against your neck.

“g-gonna..need to..please,” i whimpered, “please please please” begging..my pretty cunt pressed against your palm as you suckled on my chest, my neck..feeling my fingers clench around you.

“cum for me baby,” and that was all i needed to hear. my body shaking and a string of pathetic little noises falling from my lips while you worked me through it.

when my body went lax, cheeks flushed and i blinked open lazily a few times your fingers were still buried inside me.

my eyes met yours, still sleep-laden and fully sated. when you finally pulled them out and pressed them to my lips. they parted, like always. you had me trained well, and you felt the way my tongue swirled, tasting myself on you.

your own eyes closing for a moment, relishing in the feeling.

They reposition you slightly, spreading your legs over the side of their legs so they can get better access, making your pee hole twinge desperately and causing you to clench as a leak almost escapes. Oh god you're so desperate.

You're finally told you can let go. Except, the permission is conditional.

You can pee, as long as it's inaudible.

The full force of your stream would surely splatter in the toilet bowl, the water splashing as it becomes clouded with yellow. But you're only allowed to let out the bare minimum, a mere sliver of connected droplets that tinkle against the porcelain if you listen close enough. A slow, agonizing relief, if you can even call it that.

It takes immense concentration to pull off. To let out a continuous trickle at a snail's pace. Getting fully empty could take an eternity.

If the flow stutters for more than five seconds or you cut it off entirely, your pissing privileges are revoked for the next two hours.

If the floodgates widen, a loud hiss announcing your body's betrayal, your failure to comply, to control yourself, well. Your eagerness just cost you your next bathroom break. Let's just hope you can handle drinking much more than usual to compensate for your disobedience. A speedy release deserves a speedy refill, no?

Also this isn’t proof read at all i literally wrote this off the dome so i’m sorry if this is straight ass, i have to get up and be a responsible adult now so uh, i hope you enjoy

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We silently agree to do a hold. Every sip you have i match, every gulp i take you follow. We settle in to watch a long movie, nothing engaging, just something to distract us while we snuggle and wait for our bladders to fill up. Steadily sipping on more and more fluids, waiting for it all to hit

Eventually, about halfway through the film, things start to get a little tense. I have you sat in my lap so i can curl my arms around you, press my face into your shoulder and feel so comfy, but it’s backfiring on me now. You’re starting to rock back and forth subconsciously as everything begins to trickle down and fill up, and your ass keeps rocking back directly into my own bladder which i’m rapidly becoming aware of (no thanks to your stimulation). I grab your hips to try and still you, but you just whine and start wriggling from side to side, which only makes me groan as it jostles everything around.

I debate to myself briefly the pros and cons of what im about to do and say fuck it, i spread my legs wide with a whimper and you drop down with a surprised squeak between them, hand briefly shooting to grab yourself before going back to handsfree wiggling. I clench down on my pee hole hard, holding it all in with just that tiny ring of muscle until i pull you back against me, groaning in relief as the constantly pressure from your squirming helps me to hold everything too.

We both take another drink

Needless to say, the movie becomes background noise pretty quickly after that.

We drink more, and as our bladders start to fill and bulge in unison, all brain cells go out the window.

I start running my hands up and down your body, running my tongue up your neck and nibbling on small bits of skin to make you shiver and moan. Trying to shove my hands between your thighs to pull them apart and make you leak, and you retaliate by leaning back hard enough to push directly into my aching bulge and i moan, grinding back into you to hold it in. Sometimes we’re nicer to each other though. I lean back and groan as my bladder pushes against my jeans, struggling to undo them with shaking hands as you push up against me to help hold it in. I slip a hand beneath your underwear to press directly against your throbbing urethra, giving the poor muscle a break as i tease your slick cunt and cock.

For some reason, we insist on staying on the couch in this mixture of making out and torturing each others bladders until the movie rolls credits. We haven’t watched it in over an hour at this point, no one knows what the ending is, but it feels like an arbitrary goal for us to hold until.

This turns out to be a mistake for both of us

The second the film finishes my bladder clenches down hard, it thinks we can pee now the movie is over, and i can’t help but moan and lean forward into you as the first leak breaks past my dam. Me leaning into you forces you to bend forwards as well, and i dimly register you gasping nonono as your legs twist and hands fly to your crotch. I hear a short hiss and know we’ve both broken the seal. And we’re not even in bed yet.

Fuckkkkkk

Walking the short distance from the couch to the bed is a Herculean effort from both of us. Trousers undone to let our bulges breathe, both of us moving in small short steps with our hands shoved against our thrumming piss holes as everything hovers just above, threatening to flood out. We don’t even tease each other on the way there, take a pit stop to make out. We fucked around too long and now have found out, our bladders don’t have very long left

It feels so good

Getting undressed becomes a team sport, taking it in turns to help the each other hold as we get undresses as fast as we can in our compromised states. Pinning each other against walls and grinding not for pleasure (well maybe a bit) but to help hold everything inside as we take off tops and struggle with buttons and zippers below. Whimpering as we leak on each others thighs, can feel it hot and wet and it isn’t helping either of us. Both muttering to each other not to lose it, keep holding it in, we can do this

Finally, finally, we’re naked, and can stumble into bed at last. Well, i say stumble, it’s more like gingerly lower ourselves while wincing and gasping as small hot leaks jet out between our fingers. But we finally made it, and we take a moment to just admire each other. One hand between our own thighs to twist around, the other tracing over each others bodies. Circling our bulges, feeling the tension across our taut lower abdomens. It’s so swollen and heavy, it feels like stone.

On the count of three we both sadistically press into each others bulges, and a chorus of groans break out between us as thighs twist around squirting holes, both of us gripping our dicks with two hands as we try to contain our floods. We do, barely.

And as we regain control we look at one another and know we have to fuck now, or it just won’t happen tonight.

Having to put the harness on me is an added cruelty i can hardly bear with how much my bladder juts out, and i whine and whimper complaints the whole time as little dribbles leak out of me with every tightening adjustment you give to hold it in place. Many hours before when we were both empty and logical, you’d reasoned that your own bladder was literally going to be pummelled from the inside by my cock, so surely i could handle a little pressure from the harness, but right now there’s not an ounce of reason in my mind.

Everything is foggy and hazy and full full full and i spurt another leak as i brainlessly grab onto the strap, trying to hold back the flood through my silicone cock. You literally laugh at me then, brainless boy, and then immediately regret it as the laughter transforms into a moan, leaning forward as a hot jet of piss pushes its way out with your contracting abdomen. You’re not even sure you’re gonna be able to fit my strap in with how full you are, and i genuinely wonder if im even gonna be able to move to fuck you. Every muscle in my crotch clenches so tightly i get scared i’m gonna cum handsfree, but i try to take a steadying breath as i line the tip up with your shaking cunt. I’d normally put a comforting hand on your hip to still you, but every fibre of my being is focused on holding back this avalanche of fluid to fuck you, so i think you’ll forgive me this time.

Instead, i just murmur endless sweet nothings (and honestly probably absolute nonsense) as i gently push myself into your sopping wet cunt. A long hot spurt shoots out of you barely after the tip is in, and i ram my free hand against your dick to stop it. You can hold it, you’ll hold it as long as i say you can hold it. You shake and shiver underneath me and i try desperately to hold still for you to adjust. Rubbing your swollen bladder hanging low between your hips, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades ti try and relax you. Trying to ignore my own pulsing cunt aching to be filled, and quivering with a steady drip drip drip as my open thighs barely help to hold my tired muscles.

Eventually you settle, burying your face in your pillow as you sigh and push back a bit onto me, opening up so good for me. Another spurt, but smaller this time.

I push into you inch by inch, until you finally take me right up to the base. We both moan in unison, bladders pulsing with pressure and pleasure. We don’t even know how long it took to get here, but we finally made it and the high of it all is dizzying.

I don’t know how long we’re both still for flush against one another, just panting, but eventually you start to whine and rock against me. More, more, fuck me please. Fuck the piss out of my cunt.

I feel dizzy. Every muscle in my bladder keeps clenching down to let go, with only my pulsing urethra holding back the flood as my spread thighs needed the leverage to push into you. Your whimpering words feel like they’re hot wired straight to my cock, and i can feel my heart beat in it as more and more blood floods into it, leaving my brain empty of thoughts. I’m so glad the strap is on my pubic bone instead of my cock, otherwise i think i’d have come the second i sunk myself to the hilt in you. I don’t know if i can even move without bursting immediately, but staring down at you so good and willing underneath me, i’ll be damned if i don’t fuck you within an inch of your life like you deserve

In a moment of ill advised sentimentality, i lean forward and press a kiss where i can reach on your back, groaning of how good you are even as a hot spurt pushes out of my compressed bladder

I come back up to breathe, then slowly start to pull out. My mouth waters staring at your quivering cunt clenching so good around me, i swear i can feel it. As i pull all the way out to just the tip, leaving you begging so nicely you abuse your tdick to hold everything in, i take one last moment for myself. Staring at you so perfect and good for me, murmuring to you and i slip a hand between my thighs to give my crotch one last good squeeze. Fuck

I shove myself back into you, listen to you gasp as i start to fuck you in earnest. In and out in and out, fucking your bladder from the inside. I ignore the warning dribbles from my pee hole, it doesn’t matter anymore, just fuck fuck fuck.

You moan you can’t hold it anymore, moan you can’t hold it like this, it feels so good you want to let go. I slip a hand round to your front and grip your crotch in a vice grip as you nearly collapse underneath me. This is what you wanted right? This is what you asked for? You’re gonna hold that piss in you until i’m done fucking you, giving you what you asked for.

You nod and shake and shiver underneath me as i fuck you again and again. My rhythm isn’t steady, it stops and starts and speeds up and slows down. I can’t keep a consistent pace with the constant pressure from my bladder, getting weaker and weaker as i push into you again and again. Your ass slamming into my bulge sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me, literally forcing the piss out of my leaking neglected cock. I feel like i’ve leaked so much but the pressure won’t let up, my eyes going cross eyed as another hot spurt forces its way out of me.

You whine it’s not fair, i’m cheating, why can i let out thick streams of piss while you clench and dribble around me. Something in me snaps then, and slip my piss and cum covered fingers up and shove them directly into your bladder.

I think you black out for a second, eyes rolling back as your back arches and your bladder completely gives out on you. Loud moans echoing off the walls as i feel your piss literally explode against the base of my cock, a thick stream literally pounding into the bed like a waterfall.

I don’t care, i fuck into you relentlessly as my own bladder begins to flood the bed too. Chasing relief, chasing emptiness. I fuck the piss out of both of us, muscles stuttering and fluttering and eventually entirely giving out. It feels like our bladders will never work again

I collapse on top of you and you whine, shifting your weight to try and get comfortable.

Just one minute, one minute and i’ll get up

We lay panting in a wet cum laden pile, absolutely soaked in what feels like gallons of sweat and piss.

I somehow find the strength to get up on shaking legs and coax you out of the wet puddle, sweet talking you to the bathroom to sit in the shower and stay under the warm running water as i tidy the sheets (thank god for waterproofing). When everythings gone to wash i come back to join you and you’re moaning under the water again, and i wonder why until i look down.

Your legs are spread, hand against the wall to support yourself as you let the water run down your over-sensitive cock. Poor baby i mutter, beginning to lather you up. Running my hands all over you as i gently pin you to the wall, supporting your weight. You slump against me and shiver. I feel another squirt of piss hit my thigh and coo at you. Still full huh? I slip my hands over your abdomen, circling round and round and i gently massage the rest of the piss out of your tired bladder. I keep going until there’s nothing left, then scrub you til you’re clean.

I save your cock for last, knowing how long it’s been since you’ve cum, how close you got today. Don’t want to accidentally push you over the edge and ruin it all. I push your foreskin back gently, shushing you as you try to squirm away, and let the water run down your shaft and gently clean everything. The water pressure is barely there, but with the way you’re moaning you’d think it was a full force vibrator against you.

Every noise you make goes straight to my own dick, and i try to ignore the heavy swelling as the water stimulates my own hardon to start leaking pre again.

I flick the water off, and dry us both with a fluffy towel. Your eyelids are heavy, and i’m relieved you might be able to sleep more normally tonight. It wasn’t an orgasm, but the sheer relief of your bursting bladder might be enough to send you to sleep.

We crawl into bed, legs tangled together, with both our tdicks half hard and pussies weakly leaking out trails of precum. Edged and denied, but at least our bladders are satisfyingly empty.

I cannot exaggerate how hard I am right now. I hope it’s not tmi but I’m literally throbbing and shaking and breathing heavy, I feel like I’m in a haze I want this SO badly. The idea of us both being denied?? The only relief we get is from holding our piss until the last possible moment?? Being told gently but firmly ‘no, you Will hold it, I know you can’

god normally I don’t crave penetration but this really is making me crave it, I think I’m gonna fuck myself and ignore my cock tonight, I can’t fulfill the piss aspect of the fantasy but I can surely fuck myself till I’m exhausted and ready to sleep

now imagine someone who has been holding for a month or so now, they've lost count of the days by now. they've either been forced by a lover who just wants to see their vulnerability in its rawest form, or maybe a little twisted wire in their brain makes the feeling of an overly full bladder pleasurable for themselves.

each day is almost torturous for them. they've always been known to have a huge bladder capacity — peeing is a very rare occurance for them — however, this is a whole new story. their bladder bulges out, almost like a shelf, making them look pregnant. because of this, they have to wear dresses/trousers with loose waistbands, fearing that even the slightest bit of pressure around their full abdomen will cause the ocean of pee to hiss out of them.

their peehole aches needily, fluttering each time they sit and push on their bladder accidentally. daily tasks like showering, cleaning, exercising have become agonising, even leaving tiny (and unrelieving) wet spots on their clothing closer to the end of the month.

with the scenario of a lover forcing them to do this... they press on their bladder "accidentally", poking and prodding the dense and tough ball of hot liquid in their lower abdomen. towards the inevitable end of the hold, each poke causes a leak to gush into their clothes, but no matter what pained noise leaves their lips, their lover denies them relief.

now imagine the end of the hold. maybe the person's out somewhere: shopping, university, a friend's house, public transport. they can tell that they're nearing the end of their hold. although the pride they feel when their bladder bulge is praised/compared to a pregnancy bump, they know that their body will give out at any point. the worst thing is... due to the low frequency that people use the bathroom in this reality, they're not readily available anywhere. and they can tell that they're going to lose it any second.

peehole fluttering, leaks gushing out into their clothes every few seconds, the person's reduced to a shaking, blushing mess, knees buckling with the weight of their overfilled bladder. they either miraculously find a quiet corner where they can peacefully let out a whole month's worth of urine (and are soon found by onlookers of the huge puddle of pee that's slowly making its way into the public, revealing the person's sick interests).

...or, their bladder's had enough. pain shoots up through them with every attempt of a step forward towards a quiet corner... it's useless. the month's worth of urine is coming out now, no matter if they try to stop it or not. they crouch down, gallons and gallons of hot piss hissing out onto the linoleum floors of a mall/university classroom, or they put their head into their hands as they gush helplessly into the plush seating of a friends' bed/couch or a seat on public transport.

Your partner installing one on you, telling you it's for a whole day, and you think it's just a normal catheter to keep you from pissing or even just leaking. Plus, they've been kind enough to let you go empty your bladder before, so you're pretty sure it's going to be easy! Just don't drink too much, and then you'll show them that you're not always squirmy and desperate. So you go on your date, you're mindful of your liquid intake, it's fine.

You go to the restaurant, get a kinda secluded spot. They notice that you're pacing yourself with your drink, and lift an eyebrow. You should not need to pace yourself, you can't leak anyway, that's what the catheter is for, silly! You haven't taken it out, right? They ask to see it, yes, here and now. The table will hide it, don't worry! So, blushing furiously, you slowly get your pants just low enough so they can see it... and suddently, they get a plastic water bottle lined up with the nuzzle, and squeeze it so all the liquid shoots out and hits your bladder at once. You hunch over, gripping the table as the sudden FULLNESS renders you unable to talk. They discard the scrunched-up bottle and smile at the waitress who is coming over your table to get your order. Better get back in those pants quickly!

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@///@ oh my GOSH this is so. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴💕

god the shock of a relatively cold water bottle suddenly FILLING my bladder mmmph... I thought I wouldnt be full until later in the day... didnt even consider that things could be pushed up there with this setup... hoo...

im still struggling to think, let alone speak, when the server is coming and I have to fumble with my clothes and cover up despite the sudden fullness and wanting to be gentle with my poor bladder...

Also, the added part where if your stream stops for any reason, you can't pee any of the rest out until you reach a gallon again.

The idea of being stuck with this curse and you can never empty your bladder again. You will always be in situations where your relief is halted. Everyone else around you gets to have empty bladders while you're bulging out and aching. Your bladder throbs visibly and sloshes the ocean of hot pee trapped inside of you.

Your peehole is so tightly shut nothing can come out. Hovering over the toilet and bouncing up and down in frustration while your bladder continues to jiggle and slosh. The pain is neverending.

Ugh... imagine that you finally get to let a little pee out, and then someone is loudly banging on the door and screaming at you to get out of the bathroom. Your seal is back on, and you can't pee even if you tried. So you give up the bathroom and helplessly listen to them get the relief you're never going to have again. Bladder just throbbing and throbbing, and all you can do to soothe it is by rubbing it.