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EXACTLYYYYY

I NEED THEM CRYING, BEGGING, DESPERATE TO HOLD ON FOR JUST ONE MORE SECOND, TRYING TO CONTROL EVERY LEAK AND NEVER EVER WET THEMSELVES IF THEY CAN HELP IT (although they REALLY will not be able to hold it in). I NEED THEM DANGEROUSLY FULL, SO FULL THAT IT HURTS THEM, THEY’RE SUFFERING FROM HOW MUCH THEY HAVE TO GO.

When I read pee desperation, I don't want to see a character needing to pee. I want to see the character more desperate that they've ever been in their life, they're bladder so full it's almost bursting. I want them to suffer because of how bad they have to go, to feel impotent against a need so simple and so strong they can't believe it is really happening. I want the need to be so strong the character has to do everything in their power to hold it, they even have to remind themselves that they CAN NOT just let go, no matter how good would that feel. I don't care how it ends, but I want them fighting until the last second.

cw: extreme omo, 4buse k!nk, cnc,

make me drink too much. make me squirm and beg to pee. strip me nude, don’t mind how embarrassed i am. pull my hands away if i dare try and cover myself. make me drink more.

press your hand into my bladder. make me cry from the desperation. humiliate me for every leak and drop that comes out from my girlcock. “i told you to hold it. why can’t you hold it? i thought you were a big girl. stop peeing right now.”

i’m squirming, not allowed to hold myself, yet being forced to keep every drop of piss inside. i leak again, and you continue to embarrass me. “you’re peeing again! what, you can’t hold it? pathetic. hold it in, i don’t wanna see any more come out.”

i groan and nod, knowing that i can’t hold it for longer. you grab my girlcock, causing me to yelp. i leak onto your hand. you stand up and slap me across the face. i fall onto the floor, crying. you yell at me and call me a dirty slut. “how dare you piss on me!”

you pull me up by the arm and punch me in the stomach, right in my bladder. it fails. i begin pissing myself, a heavy stream flowing out the end of my cock. you slap me again, i fall backwards. i can’t stop pissing, i’m covering myself in the warm liquid, unable to enjoy the relief.

you walk over to me and harshly stomp onto my crotch, causing me to scream out in pain. my crushed girlcock continues spraying piss onto my tummy. you lift it up, wipe your shoe on me and kick me in the side. you spit on me, and walk away, calling me every mean name and insult under the sun. leaving me on the floor crying and still pissing all over myself.

I might just as well, this is hot as fuckkkk~

I don't see enough people appreciate the kind of bladder control i'm into (in fiction): nonconsensual, but intentional, but bordering on impersonal. It's as whumpy as most of my fantasies.

When none of the characters is into piss kink, when it's just about the control.

A pet who's not allowed a bathroom break because it's further dehumanizing, a severe punishment awaiting them if they can't wait long enough. Squirming and doing everything to hold, terrified of what would happen if they let go. Forgotten about for hours and hours in a cage with no way to leave, no way to relieve themself. Pushed past their every limit, until even breathing hurts, squeezing themself and crying quietly, hoping against all hope and growing more and more desperate because they know, they know they won't last. When their owner returns, there's no understanding of the circumstances, no interest, they're only disgusted. Maybe later they do make their pet drink too much and wait too long, but none of it is sexual -- they like seeing the pain, the desperation, the degradation when the pet begs them to be allowed to go. But they enjoy not giving them any of that.

Anyway, that's what I love in fiction and reading consensual real life desperation of people here is super hot. But if someone's writing fiction. Gods please someone write something like this. Or I might just.

holy fuck my brain switched off half way through reading this

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)

Too bad I can't reach into your body and give your full, aching bladder a squeeze. I want to poke and prod it, flick it and make all that pent-up liquid ripple against the walls. Imagine how it'd feel if I were to give your bladder a firm massage, treating it like my personal stress ball, making sure you feel every ounce, every drop threatening to burst out of you.

please don’t, i would hate it so much 🥺

Nooo, don't beat me up until I piss myself and make fun of me for it 🥺

if i posted some really dark and extreme fics (noncon, pain, s0mno etc) on my ao3 account, would people actually read them? they’d be under a different “alias” or whatever it’s called of course but it depends on if people are interested :3