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Realizing at the last second that you have to pee and ending up going desperately in your undies only means one thing: you're still little and you need diapers 😫

just managed to get my camera set up in time, this is the first time I’ve held until failure and it felt so so good

enjoy 😘😘

Peed my light gray shorts in the forest

imagine they get in a heated argument with someone and storm off. tears streaming down their face, they walk straight to the couch and press themself into the cushion. they relax their muscles and begin to wet, feeling it spread across their crotch and under their ass as the cushion absorbs everything. the warm wetness blooming in their pants and the faint hissing noise of each spurt calm them down slowly, and they begin to helplessly rut against their mess, forgetting why they were even upset in the first place.

when your bladder is completely empty, you're fully soft. when you feel the first twinges of needing to pee, the blood begins to rush to your genitals. your cock starts to feel a bit heavier and makes a slight bulge against your pants. as your bladder fills, your cock continues to harden. by the time you would normally use the bathroom, you're half-hard and strangers are stealing glances at your pants tent. but here's the catch: if you want to pee, you're going to have to cum first.

if you go to the bathroom now, you'll stand in front of the toilet coaxing your cock to full hardness and stroking yourself until you manage to make yourself come. doesn't matter if you're in public– if you want to empty your bladder, you're going to have to masturbate and hope no one notices you pleasuring yourself in a public place. but look out: as soon as your cock finishes shooting cum, it'll start leaking piss, and your bladder will drain until it's fully empty whether you like it or not.

of course, if you don't want to masturbate in public like that, you can choose to hold it as you make your way back home. but the fuller your bladder gets and the more desperate you become, the harder your cock will get. when you start to feel the need to squirm or shift in place to hold it, your cock is fully hard and straining against your pants, the strangers that pass you by are scandalized by the obscenity. the tip of your penis rubs against your pants with every step you take, coaxing out drops of precum. but be careful not to have an orgasm, or you'll start uncontrollably peeing!

your cock throbs as your desperation reaches new heights on your journey back home. since you haven't cum yet, not a drop of pee leaks out of you– everything is locked inside until you orgasm, both types of release tied together, so no way to let off any of the pressure. you fan your legs, hunch over, and even grab your penis like a child, all the while your cock is unbearably hard and swollen, aching nearly to the point of pain. you're overwhelmed by the sensations of approaching both an accident and an orgasm.

you squirm and pant as your pleasure and need to pee start to crest. you feel your balls tighten and your bladder quiver, full to bursting but unable to release until you release your cum. you feel your bladder contract and grip your penis tight, managing to hold back the flood for a few more seconds. your your bladder contracts again, and you think you're about to wet yourself, but instead, you start to cum. your cock starts to helplessly shoot cum without any stimulation other than the friction of your pants and the desperate grip of your hands, kicking and throbbing in your pants in a humiliating explosion of pleasure. as soon as your orgasm starts to fade, your cock still fully hard, you feel your bladder drop and release. a rushing torrent of pee floods out of your still-twitching, still-throbbing cock, your crotch drenched with cum and pee. you pee uncontrollably until you're completely empty, the last few spurts trickling pathetically out of your softening penis.

He got so scared he peed a little.

I wonder, can I get more out of him?

Now that his bladder's tasted relief, it's not going to give up until it gets what it wants. He tries not to let me see how much worse the urge has gotten now that he's started, how he needs to keep his thighs closed just to not flood his clothes, but I'm observant. I notice.

I get all up in his personal space. Back him into the wall. Then I slam my hand just an inch from his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut, whimpers. His thighs tremble. Some more escapes his control.

I grab his chin between my thumb and index finger and force him to look at me.

"What's up? Are you scared of me?"

He's clenching with all his might, and yet he's dripping in his pants like a broken faucet. He can't fight me off or he's gonna have an accident.

I put my palm on his crotch.

He jumps at the unexpected sensation. A big leak warms my hand. His legs try to close around my fingers.

"Aww, are you gonna wet your pants?*

He doesn't say a word. His eyes are watering, his breath hitches, but he looks me dead in the eyes, tries so hard to be defiant.

I squeeze. He gasps, leaks again. Strong at first, then weaker, then just a few drops here and there. It takes him several seconds to stop himself. He's soaked by now, the wet lines reaching down to his ankles, it's even started pooling on the floor.

Cute.

I use the heel of my hand to press his bladder. Finally, he completely loses control. His piss comes out hissing, running down his legs and my hand. It drips onto the floor, adds to the puddle at his feet. He breaks eye contact. He looks up, down, left, right, anywhere except my face, his cheeks burn, his eyes water, and yet it feels so good to finally go. Are his legs shaking from relief or fear?