Full Bladder Desperation - Tumblr Posts

oh nooooo i accidentally left my dms/asks open~

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this is the hottest post on this website i’m calling it now

(if you speak to me like this, my brain will shut off and i’ll do anything~)

I will close the bathrooms and force you to hold it until you can't hold it anymore and piss yourself.

it will be the most humiliating thing you have ever experienced, I will see the liquid run down your thighs and soak your panties until they are too wet.

you would look so fucking pathetic it makes me so horny to think about it.

who wants to use me like this?~

nothing speaks more numbers than a cute little sub squirming in their owners lap, whining and writhing about how they need to pee so badly! asking their owner to let them relieve themselves at the potty, only to be denied until they begin to leak uncontrollably allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll over their owners lap. fingers pressing against their poor, swollen bladder until they piss all over themselves like the pathetic whore they are.

this post is so hot to me-

Forced edging on a full bladder till you piss yourself...silly girl

thinking about emergency makeshift toilets and how hot they are…

being trapped in a room and really needing to go. all of a sudden, it’s too much and they need to go NOW. they glance around as it starts coming out in their pants, before finding a bucket, pulling their pants down and sighing in relief as the hot liquid pours through and out them and hisses into the bucket. the splattering of their piss fills the room as they whine in relief. reality sinks in as their stream tapers off and they flush a dark red as they realise they just pissed in a bucket like an animal.

hot as fuck.

When I first tell you I want you to ask permission before you go to the bathroom, you think it's about general control. You think it's about learning that you need to ask permission for even your body's most basic needs.

For the first two weeks, any time you ask, I say yes. It lulls you into a false sense of security. If I'm going to say yes every time, you don't need to worry, right? At first, you asked at the first sign of a twinge in your bladder, just in case, but now you've decided it's okay to wait until you naturally would head for the bathroom.

The next time you ask, I say no.

"No?"

I shake my head. Your brow furrows. Your bladder is full, but it's not that bad, you suppose. Uncomfortable but not painful. You shift in your seat, not used to having to hold it when the bathroom is right there, but in situations without easy access to a bathroom, you've definitely held worse. You squirm a little in your seat for the next hour until you gather up the courage to ask again. I say yes. You sigh in relief and go.

I let you get comfortable again. Too comfortable.

A week later, we're out running errands, and you don't like using the public bathrooms. It's hot, and you drink the full volume of your water bottle without thinking. In the car on the way home, you try to discreetly press your thighs together. You shouldn't have had so much to drink. The seatbelt is uncomfortably tight against your aching bladder.

The second we pull into the driveway, you immediately ask to go to the bathroom. Thinking--assuming--I'll say yes. Must be I understand what a dire situation it is? But I shake my head. Your eyes go wide.

"Please," you beg. "I have to go so badly. It's been four hours, and I had way too much to drink."

Too bad. Your steps on the way into the house are cautious and slow, not wanting to jostle your full bladder. You stand just inside the door, not sure what to do. You cross your legs. You barely make it fifteen minutes before asking again, but I won't let you. You let out a sob.

"I can't hold it," you plead. "Don't make me wet myself."

Another fifteen minutes, I tell you. Then you can go.

You squirm and shove a hand between your legs, unable to stay still, not used to holding so much. Your bladder screams for relief. Looking at the bathroom door makes it worse, but you stand right outside it anyway, knowing you're going to need to dash in as soon as possible once the fifteen minutes are up.

When the timer goes off, I tell you you can go. You race into the bathroom and slam the door. With the toilet in sight, your muscles quiver, a tiny leak escaping you as you desperately try to get your pants unbuttoned. Please please please. You finally get your pants down and sit down on the toilet in a rush, the pee gushing out of you into the bowl. You look down at your pants--you avoided a big mess, but your underwear is undeniably wet. You hide it in the back of the laundry pile, not willing to admit that you almost didn't make it.

You never know when I'm going to say no. Sometimes I make you drink a glass of water before bed and tell you you better not wake me up. When you wake up in the night with your bladder heavy, you'll just have to hold it. You toss and turn, trying to wait until morning. You cross your legs and wait for me to wake up. By the time I do, your bladder is hard and swollen. You run to the bathroom as soon as I let you.

One morning, I give you a choice. You get two bathroom breaks from now until tomorrow morning. You can relieve your desperate bladder now, but then you'll be stuck with only one chance to go for the rest of the day. You whimper and whine, already needing to go so badly, but you try to hold it. Throughout breakfast, your hips rock restlessly against the chair. The sound of the coffee pot dripping isn't helping. You barely make it to 10am before having to use one of your passes--but now you only have one more for the entire rest of the day.

I remind you to drink: you wouldn't want to get dehydrated. You want to save your last bathroom trip for before bed, but by 5pm, you know you're not going to make it. You ask to go right after dinner, but I make you wash the dishes first. You double-cross your legs and stick your butt out, squirming, the warm water on your hands making small drips escape despite your best efforts. Every so often, you have to stop and shove your wet hands between your legs, no time to dry them off first if you want to prevent a leak. You know it's a losing battle, but you try anyway, fighting your own body's basic instincts.

There are still two dishes left to wash when you feel the hot trickle down the inside of your thigh. Oh god, no. It takes you a few seconds to stop it. Putting your hands back in the water is torture, but you know your only hope is to finish the dishes and make it to the bathroom before your bladder bursts. You're dripping steadily now, your pants getting wetter and wetter as you frantically finish washing the last two dishes.

What a mess, I tell you. You show me the empty sink with tears gathering in your eyes. Fine, I say--go ahead.

You're already wetting yourself, but you run into the bathroom anyway, letting the rest out into the toilet.

You let out a cry of relief, but it's short-lived. No more bathroom breaks now until morning, and it's barely 7pm.

You're not going to make it, but you'll try.

mmmmmmmmmmmm-

Hey what if you made a schedule for when I was allowed to use the bathroom. Maybe you just made me sit next to you on the couch as I squirmed and pressed my thighs together. Perhaps you could slyly whisper in my ear “Aw.. do you have to go that bad? I’m sure you can last until your scheduled time … it’s only in 2 hours..” and I could beg and beg but you’d insist that the only ways I could relieve myself is to wet myself, wait the last 2 hours, or get a 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵…

You know.. what if..

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.

a very underused omo trope is the fake pee. someone absolutely desperate to pee, they can’t hold it any longer. so they’re told to pull down their pants, sit on the toilet, and do nothing. after about two minutes they’re told to get up, pull their pants up and move on.

and they’ll complain that “wait, i still need to pee!” no you don’t, you just peed. and you can’t lie to me and complain you need to go. you just peed. your bladder is empty. now go, you need to replenish all the liquid that you lost. <3

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)

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