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ford peeing himself is just so cute ok. he’s so mortified, he’s a brilliant scientist and a goddamn adult! or, he wet himself because he was so absorbed in his work, and when stan gets his attention, for a moment ford is just like “hm?” with his soaked pants and he’s so fuckin precious

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I needed to get this out of.my system

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Wip of some grunkle pisss

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Anyways, this page do be giving me Ford omo ideas lmao

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Okay but like the Ford portal potty thing

He's desperate to go, and he doesn't know that it's not just a normal outhouse, so he runs in without a second thought and ends up somewhere completely random, with soaked pants of course

Andjwjwjjiqi OMMGGG

He thought he could hold it until he made it back to the house. Of course, all those coffees that morning had the scientist's bladder filled beyond the brim- no amount of leg crosses or pausing to grab himself is helping-

So it feels like a miracle to Ford when he spots that outhouse! His body is already preemptively starting to relax when he grabs the handle to the door. Only,,,he's not greated to a 30ft hole covered by a wooden seat.

Rather, he is greated by some three-headed bird flying by his face and the bustling of anomalies going about their shopping-

Ofc a lot of the creatures turn to stare at the sudden human invasion,,,,a human that is actively pissing themselves and creating quite the puddle on the ground xD

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Inspired by a throwaway line from this fic by @fordislavski. 💛

Please read this fic if you love graphically sexual stancest and hardcore watersports. And Ford’s musty, masculine p*ssy…

What’s he up to? 👀

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I know you love older Ford piss, but what are your thoughts on younger Ford (like. college and research era) piss

Oh HELL YEAH omggg

That's his prime "Overworking nerd" era, aka the BEST omo trope😤💖

You don't get your phd 3 years ahead of time without some drenched shorts~

Especially during the 70s when it was mainly just books you had for research, so it might take a looooong time to find one specific sentence- even longer for Ford when he's bouncing in his seat after just a few too many drinks to keep himself awake during this late night study session hehe

The research era is even better omg- because then he's obsessed with seeking knowledge 👀 out at all hours of the night to stake out cryptic's living areas and that can leave him in situations where he needs to go but he's scared if he turns away for even a second he'll miss out on spotting the creature!

ALSO in the Bill era of his research 👀😎 Him wants to impress Bill with all his worldly knowledge that he neglects his bodily needs in order to study and pisses himself hehehe

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fordomo —> fordsick.

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A b*llford calendar could go hard. Like for February you could draw Bill giving Ford, like, a deer’s heart, and for the month of Easter you could draw Bill nailing Ford to the cross

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hehe, I hope I will have time to continue this ^.^

(unfortunately, “real life” calls… but I’m glad I had some time during Kinktober to contribute something… kinky.)

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consider: bill not realizing human bodily functions and how they work and pissing without really thinking about it. like hmm this body wants to relax these muscles? okay lets listen. why am I wet now. bonus for him doing this in front of fiddleford perhaps

YAAAAAAA omggg

Human bodies are SO weird, like, one minute you're drinking something, and now it's wanting to come out?? And there's a designated area you're allowed to piss and if you piss anywhere else, you could get arrested?? What's up with that?

Poor Fiddleford is standing there, he's heard Ford gush about "his muse" and how "marvelous and intelligent" this demon spawn is- and yet, there it is, straight up making Ford piss himself like a damn untrained dog and now Bill is looking over at Fiddleford like "Bro, you humans get to do this ANYTIME??" 😭

When Bill blips out, Ford is definitely confused about why he's nude from the waist down,the washing machine is going, and Fiddleford is grumbling while wiping down the floor with a rag xD

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He's all I've been thinking about for the past week HELP

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eyes dart around… can we get some brattaming ford omo perhaps… i think he needs to be humbled :3c

Humbling old stuck-up men is my SPECIALTY

It's definitely one of Stan's last straws with Ford. This last straw has been going on for the last 50 straws, but that's besides the point-

Getting his latest creature to join the Mystery Shack mocked and criticized by Ford- listen Stan knows that a mega-jacklope wouldn't have a horn made of tinfoil, nor would it have a voice box telling tourists to buy the merchandise but hey, creative liberties!

"It's always about how 'Oh Stanley that's not what that creature looks like', why's it never 'Oh Sixer, the historical accuracy of Sturly Stembleburgiss' outfit doesn't matter, it's about the PLOT' huh?"

"Maybe it's because I don't watch such ridiculous shows!"

Stan rolls his eyes. There's that attitude Stan remembers from when they'd get into spats over station to watch, never really left him even after all these years.

That's when an idea pops into Stan's mind-

"Tell ya what. I'll let you have free rein on revamping the shop," he says, loosely gesturing around the room, "if and only if you actually watch the trilogy."

Ford pitches the bridge of his nose, "If it means I get to get rid of these lackluster abominations. Then I accept this deal."

In the moment, Ford sees it as something wildly simple- the only challenge would be staying awake during those monologs with those awful accents.

Little did he know what Stan had up his sleeves~

Aka: movie night, but Stan spikes Ford's drinks with water pills or something else that is a diuretic.

Honestly, it was simple for Stan. Ain't the first time he's crushed pills and slipped them in a drink- just gotta make sure there's enough stirring and flavour to combat the grit of the pills.

Ford is none the wiser to Stan's plan- not even raising a brow when Stan gladly refills his drink. It's not until halfway through the second film that it hit him. That knawing sensation of his bladder steadily filling with what his kidneys had rapidly filtered out-

He shifts, attempting to find a position that allows him temporary relief. Any time that he tries to excuse himself, Stan rests his hand firmly on his shoulder, saying that he's going to miss an important part- lord it seemed like there sure were a lot of important scenes.

Ford doesn't quite know how Stan did it, but he somehow convinced him to sit on his lap. Now, he was unable to squirm without basically grinding against Stan. He chews on the inside of his cheeks, long since stopping from concentrating on the tv.

As had Stan- all his attention is on Ford. Feeling every twitch and shift of his brother's body as he tries to subtly hold it in. It's cute, honestly, seeing his arrogant brother being reduced to such childish means of holding it in. Perhaps now it was time to up the game-

Stan promises Ford he'll let him get up if he can answer some questions right about the show-

Ofc, Ford had stopped watching long ago, so he fumbles out answers that he can only weakly assume were right.

Stan smirks, one hand slowly rolling over Ford's lower abdomen. Each wrong answer has his palm pressing against the over filled bladder.

"Hmm, guess the genius doesn't know it all, huh?" Stan's voice coated in faux sympathy as he drinks in the pathetic hitches and whines coming from Ford.

"S-Stanley, you have to let me get up I-"

"You'll what? Dunno, Sixer, sounding like you aren't up the task. Thought you were just oh so smart. Guess my shows aren't as 'mind numbingly stupid' as you tell me," Stan says, his other hand gripping Ford's inner thigh, slinking closer and closer to his crotch.

Ford is clinging to the last straws of strength in keeping his bladder from releasing. He can't think straight, oh god, he can't. His hips roll against Stan's hand, by any means to hold it in - he doesn't care how pathetic he is right now.

Finally malleable, putty in his brother's hands.

"Mmm, ya know, maybe I'll let you go. If," Stan pauses to see the blown pupils his Ford when relief is dangled infront of him, "If you admit how I'm running the Shack is good."

Ford's frantic now, bouncing on Stan's lap, his cock straining to keep the dripples of piss inside. Anything for relief.

"Y-yes! How you're running that mess is- ack!"

His sentence is cut short from a firm press into his lower abdomen.

"Ah, ah, ah, now that doesn't sound all that sincere, Sixer. Let's try that again, yeah?" Stan says, his fingers now lazily dancing over his brother's extended abdomen.

Ford practically cries out as he feels a jet of hot urine streams out of him.

"O-okay! I'm, I'm sorry for ridiculing the Shack! You're running it just fine. S-Stanley pl-please I'm gonna-"

Stan smiles, and quickly, he moves his hand to the back of Ford's neck. Pulling him in close. No chance for Ford to escape.

"Good boy."

There's a strangled sob that leaves Ford's lips as his bladder finally gives in. Urine saturating his and Stan's lap. A thin bead of drool connecting Ford's parted lips as he gasp for staggered breath while pissing himself.

"That'a boy, wasn't that hard was it?" Stan says aftef a few minutes. Rubbing the back of Ford's shuddering shoulders.

Ford mumbles something incoherent as he presses his face in the nape of Stan's neck. His body slowly coming down from its euphoric relief.

"Stanley, the chair," Ford finally says.

Stan shrugs, "Eh, she's seen worst."

"You're disgusting."

"Says the genius covered in his own piss. Maybe I'll let you stay here for the rest of the night to fix the rest if that attitude."

Ford just burries his burning face further into Stan's neck.

"I'll be good."

Stan just chuckles, rubbing circles in Ford's back.

"I know you'll be, I know."

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I like making the old man throw up

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Stancest piss idea time-

Ford had always been one to experiment and get data, and what better subject than his brother and himself?? Identical twins, but are they identical on the inside??

It used to just be a silly game they'd do back in Jersey, seeing who could hold their piss in the longest while they were out exploring or what have you. Fun, but Ford also gathered data, written away in one of his notebooks on who could hold it the longest.

Stan thought that was it. It was left in their hometown. But, one day, when they two are back in Gravity Falls as a rest from sea- Stan finds himself somehow back to their youthful game-

Anyways, something, something, both want to win, they play dirty- but also realize damn it's kinda hot watching one another squirming around

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12 PhD’s and yet he’s still sogging it up