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I'm sick rn which Sucks but because I've been drinking ungodly amounts of liquid I have to pee every five minutes which also sucks in some ways but it does appeal to the horny little monkey in the back of the brain so that's something

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i would just like to say that i am currently in a onesie with kitty cat ears and over-the-hand paws, I'm wearing a gold chain necklace threaded through the zipper at my chin, and I am starting to need to pee.

I just feel like I am in a very sexy and arousing position right now.

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Potty Dance

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need to be tied up, have my legs forcibly spread, and used by a line of men one after the other. truly I think that would fix me

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Day 1 - In A Car [ao3]

Ivy rocked on her heel folded under her.

“I’m going to piss myself,” she said, a slight whine bleeding into her otherwise joking tone.

Nora didn’t respond. Ivy had been complaining on-and-off for the past hour, with increasing frequency, and had started shortly after a stop that had a bathroom.

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad in my life,” Ivy continued. “It’s starting to hurt.”

“You could’ve gone at the gas station,” Nora said.

Ivy didn’t appreciate the condescending scolding. She felt like a water balloon that was still attached to the hose, bulging more and more with every second, with only a matter of time before it went pop. Her only outlet was to fidget, simultaneously squeezing her thighs together and rocking back and forth onto her foot so it pressed up against her pussy. In combination with the seam of her jean shorts digging up against her—working its way into a wedgie—her urethra had plenty of pressure to help it stay closed. That was only going to work for so long, though.

“You didn’t see the bathrooms,” Ivy argued. They’d been disgusting—shit on the back of the seat, a truly foul smelling liquid seeping along the corners of the floor, and flies everywhere. Not to mention how every surface was covered in stains and dried flecks of who-knows-what. If it had been cleaned in the past month Ivy would eat one of her socks.

She’d had to pee, decently bad, when they had stopped there. But under no circumstances would Ivy use that bathroom. Except for maybe (just maybe) right now.

She thought she’d be able to hold it. They were only a few hours out from their destination and she could always get Nora to stop at a rest stop or a gas station if it really got bad. Ivy, however, hadn’t realized that they were about to exit fucking civilization. There had been nothing for the past fifty miles other than cattle and the occasional cornfield!

“If you weren’t chugging those iced teas-”

“I’ve stopped!”

Ivy might’ve also forgotten to factor in how much liquid had still been moving its way through her system, too. It was a habit for her to sip at sugary drinks when she was bored.

A wave of desperation so strong that Ivy dug her nails into her thighs swept through her.

“Ohhh my god,” she moaned. “I can’t do this. Jesus fucking Christ.”

There was so much pee inside her right now her bladder was visibly pushing up against her skin, firm and tight and aching between her hips. She had given up on the seatbelt, and the button of her shorts, well over fifteen minutes ago. Ivy kind of wanted to cry.

Nora softened. “You going to be alright, babe?”

“I don’t know. Yes, probably. Maybe.”

“I can always pull over,” she offered. “You’d have to piss on the side of the road, though.”

Ivy shook her head adamantly. “No, there’s way too much traffic.”

They fell into silence for a few minutes, aside from the staticy music of one of the few radio station’s Nora’s truck was picking up and the occasional curse from Ivy.

“Are you enjoying it, at least? At least a little?” Nora asked, breaking the quiet.

“What?” Ivy practically panted. Her breathing was rough as she tried to huff and puff her way through the worst of the desperation.

“Just.” Nora seemed a bit embarrassed, keeping her eyes completely glued to the road. “You’re…y’know. Piss thing.”

“It’s not a piss thing,” Ivy hissed, mortified. Even though it was, at least partially, a piss thing.

It wasn’t her fault that having a full bladder turned her on. From what Ivy understood, it was just simple biology! The fuller that most women’s bladder’s get, the more it puts pressure on all the internal pleasure hotspots. A little like cockwarming a moderately small toy, just without any form of firmness that a foreign object would feel like. It felt good in a slow building, passive sort of way.

Getting off with all that weight in her lower belly also felt good. A little bit of extra flare to a still otherwise damn good orgasm. 

But she wouldn’t say she was into piss. The idea of the smell and the mess alone was enough to turn her off to it. Holding it on occasion until it was just starting to edge into too much was plenty enough for her.

Although, she had to admit, she wasn’t exactly turned off to it right now.

Each tight squeeze of her thighs stimulated her a little bit. Every rock back pressed the bone of her heel into the squelching slickness of her pussy, which was absolutely soaking her panties despite knowing damn well that she hadn’t leaked a single drop of pee yet. And with all that movement, the seam of her shorts was pulled tight against her unmistakably hard clit.

“Well, are you?” Nora asked.

“I-” Ivy stopped herself. Her face was burning. “Yeah, maybe. So what, I still have to pee more than I have to—or whatever, want to—get off.”

Nora stole a side glance at Ivy. Something dark, heedy, interested came over her expression as she drank in how Ivy looked.

Ivy sacrificed one of her hands clawing into her thigh as a grounding method to cover her face. This was embarrassing enough as it was without having to talk about her kinks. Even if Nora seemed to be getting into it.

“Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Ivy chanted, forgetting her embarrassment entirely. The wave of desperation felt incredibly, suddenly like a physical wave. She could feel it surging against the sphincter muscles of her urethra. 

She wiggled her hips side to side to try and fight through it. The movement caused her shorts, already so tight against her cunt, to shift. Her clit was trapped between the seam and her pubic bone, but couldn’t stay in place with this new movement. The seam fucking stroked her aching clit, slipping to the side before grinding right back over it with the next sway of her hips.

“Hu-uhn,” Ivy couldn’t help but moan. “Uh, uh, uh!”

“Fuck,” Nora cursed, breathless.

Ivy couldn’t process the difference between her desperation for relief and her sudden, surging need to cum. Everything was much too much and not enough at the same time. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. Jesus Christ. Uhaha.” Ivy sobbed a couple times. It was part laugh and part horniness and part overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like an out-of-body event while also being the most physically animal experience she had ever had.

“God. You feeling good, baby?” Nora asked. 

“Y-y-yes!” Ivy wailed. “It’s- fuck, it’s so good. I’m so wet. Shit, I’m so- I’ve gotta piss so bad.”

Nora took her right hand off the wheel to grab Ivy’s leg. Her other hand held onto the wheel so tight her knuckles were turning white. There was something wild about her. Something that, if she didn’t have to focus so much of her attention on the road, might’ve swept her up in the same way Ivy’s desperation was.

“You gonna play with yourself, baby?” Nora asked. “Gonna play with your clit while you piss yourself?”

“Don’t- don’t wanna piss myself,” Ivy whined. Nevertheless, she did as Nora suggested and grabbed tight between her legs. Her shorts were too tight and were getting in the way of actually being able to touch herself effectively, but the pressure helped reel in her bladder’s demands a little bit.

“Ives, baby, there’s no bathrooms for miles yet.”

A reedy noise broke in Ivy’s throat.

“I know, I know,” Nora said, hand squeezing at Ivy’s thigh. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“This is so fucking embarassing,” Ivy managed, laughing incredulously. “I’m seriously gonna wet myself. Fuck.”

“I don’t care. Fuck, baby, looking like that…I’d let you ruin anything.”

“Hm?” Ivy hummed. Her whole cunt was pulsing, vagina and pussy lips and clit. She was so wet she wouldn’t even be surprised if a spot was showing up on her shorts, soaked straight through her panties. Her body was building up to something—so high up she was almost afraid of it—unsure if it would be the dams breaking involuntarily or an orgasm so intense it would be the best she’d ever had.

“You look so fucking good, Ives,” Nora rasped. “I could eat you alive.”

“I…” Ivy wavered. She didn’t know what she wanted to say. 

“It’s okay,” Nora said. “It’s gonna happen either way, isn’t it? Unless you changed your mind about the side of the road?”

They were on a two-laned highway, a couple of cars in either direction always in sight. Stopping would mean even more cars, as the ones behind them passed them by. 

“No, absolutely not. It’d end up on the- on the fucking Internet or something.”

Nora massaged her thumb against Ivy’s skin. “Then I’m sorry, baby, but you’re gonna have to piss yourself.”

“’S bullshit,” Ivy mumbled. Tears were pricking up in her eyes. The side-to-side wiggling was simultaneously not doing enough to help her hold it and doing a frustratingly inconsistent too-much-not-enough to get her off. She resorted back to rocking, with no sign of pausing the mounting something that was steadily creeping up on her.

“We’ve got a ton of clothes in the back,” Nora soothed. “And towels, and baby wipes, and our rental is pretty far from any neighbors so nobody’ll see you walking in your wet clothes. And it won’t take too much to clean the truck, and I don’t mind cleaning it up, okay?”

“But-”

“It’s not a big deal,” Nora insisted, a bit of firmness edging in. “Understand?”

Ivy nodded tightly. She did understand, even if she could barely think. 

“Now, since it’s gonna happen anyways, you want to make yourself feel good?”

“Already am,” Ivy said. “Might, fuck, I don’t know. Might cum.”

“Just like that?”

“May- uhn- maybe.”

“Fuck.” She sounded reverent. “You wanna touch yourself, baby? Wanna stick your fingers down your shorts?”

Ivy nodded, frantic. She was so close, to coming, to pissing, to doing both. She just couldn’t quite get there.

Her fingers felt fucking heavenly. Her pussy was a mess of sticky slick, audibly squishing as she pushed her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and into the lips of her pussy. Just brushing against her clit was enough to cause her to shout out, trembling at the sudden stimulation of sensitive nerves.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, look at you. It feels good?”

“Yes! Fuck, ohmygod. Hnnnuh.”

Ivy’s fingers were clumsy, sitting up and trapped in her shorts and obstructed by the clamping of her thighs. But God, it didn’t even matter. She grinded her cunt on her heel and the drag of the cotton and denim against her pussy made everything all the better and her fingers fumbling over her clit was dragging her up up up.

“Keep playing with your clit, baby. Just like that, yeah. Just how you like it.”

“Gonna- fuck!”

“You gonna cum, Ives?”

“Wanna,” Ivy cried. “So- fuck, please, please. Wanna…I’m so…”

“Or are you gonna piss?”

“Fuck!” Ivy wailed. Her pleasure crested, sharp and violent and hard enough that her whole body shook. She threw her head back into the seat, practically seizing. She barely recognized the sounds she was making as something coming from her mouth, unfamiliar from any other she’d made before.

“Oh my god,” Nora was saying, somewhere in the distance. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

Ivy was still shaking, still somewhere high up. 

“Need’ta piss,” she slurred. “Need’ta…uhn, I need’ta…”

Nora said something. Ivy registered only that it was meant to be encouraging.

“Uh, uhn, ohhhhhh fuck. Oh-”

Ivy’s fingers were still against her cunt, and she felt the first hot trickle of piss against them. It wasn’t enough, though, not even registering as relief. The sensation of liquid leaving her bladder, however, passing through her weakening sphincter and soaking into her shorts, bordered into the same amount of pleasure as playing with her clit usually was.

So soon after her orgasm, she felt overstimulated. There was still way too much pressure and it was taking a strenuous amount of concentration to keep even the tiny stream going and everything still felt so fucking good.

“Nnn…Nora,” Ivy sobbed. “I can’t-”

“Relax, Ives, relax. It’s okay, you can do it.”

“Can’t-”

Nora let go of Ivy’s thigh and instead tucked her hand beneath Ivy’s wrist of the hand still down her shorts to place her palm against her belly. “I’m gonna push down a bit, okay? Just relax.”

Ivy hiccuped, but nodded. She was still managing a thin stream of piss, seeping into the seat of her shorts and just barely beginning to form a puddle under her butt, but her bladder was screaming at her.

Nora pushed down and Ivy squirmed violently. The pressure was so much more but it wasn’t doing anything but hurting. She had to piss so bad and she couldn’t and inexplicably she felt like she could cum again just like this but not quite. And then her urethra gave way.

“Ohmy god,” Ivy choked. The piss flooded out of her.

It didn’t even feel like she was sitting in the passenger seat of her girlfriend’s car, her entire bottom was so suddenly drenched. She might as well have been sitting in the tub in a few inches of bathwater. Hot, very slightly piss-scented, bathwater.

It was euphoric. She might’ve been cumming again, for all the pleasure searing through her as her release hissed through her panties and pooled on the fabric seat faster than it could soak it up. She genuinely couldn’t tell.

The stream was hot and steady against her fingers as it sprayed out of her. Absently, she petted along her inner labia. 

“Shit,” Nora said, like she was in awe. “Shit.”

The stream started to peter out, in fits and bursts. Just when Ivy thought it was over another gush would start up, each one a little weaker than the last.

There was a dull drip, drip, drip as the puddle on the seat dripped onto the floorboards.

Nora’s eyes darted between the road and Ivy, with a desperate sort of want. “Oh my god, Ives. That was…”

“I think I’m still going,” Ivy said. She felt a little fuzzy around the edges, numb in the very tips of her fingers and toes and slightly cross eyed. Fucked out.

“Fuck,” Nora whispered, enthralled.

 The final dredges of her bladder’s contents were still dribbling out of her, like her urethra couldn’t quite figure out how to close back up. Ivy tried to force it a bit, by clenching up, but all that caused was a violent shiver to rush up her spine and a soft little gasp.

Finally, finally, Ivy felt herself stop peeing.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, satisfied and spent and high on sex. 

“You okay?” Nora asked. Her hand was back to Ivy’s thigh, mindless of the piss starting to cool on her skin.

“Yeah,” Ivy sighed, sleepy and pliant. “M’great. Maybe, uh, in a bit you could get a towel outta the back?”

“Yeah,” Nora agreed. “’Course, baby.”

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this kink is so funny what do you mean I'm wildly horny because I'm experiencing a basic bodily need

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You're serving me tea while dressed up in a cute maid outfit, a tightly-laced corset constricting your heavy, overstretched bladder. I don't let my maid take pee breaks. You're filled up to the brim with drinks in the morning and forced to hold it all day, instructed to act properly for your position at all times. That means no crossing your legs, no whining, and certainly no clutching your crotch through your lacy apron.

The tray trembles slightly in your hands as you bend over to put it on the table. It's been an especially taxing day; I've had you washing the dishes, watering the flowers, even kneeling and scrubbing the floors. All without a single chance to let out even a drop of the gushing, thundering, firehose pee you've been holding back for hours and hours. It's driving you out of your senses, made even worse by the fact that you can't fidget or even shuffle from foot to foot to relieve a tiny bit of pressure. Every time you do start to put on such an undignified display I give you a sharp look and you freeze up, trying your utter best to stand perfectly still. This turns out to be extremely difficult, especially when your body is already occupied with keeping your muscles tightly clenched and your piss locked inside your bladder rather than pooling on the carpet.

You gasp involuntarily at the thought and quickly straighten up after setting the tray down. You wish you could didn't have to bend forward again, it makes your taut, pressurized bladder feel like its folding over itself in a horribly uncomfortable, near-painful way. But you still have to pick up the teapot and pour out the tea. Quivering a little at the knees, you try to steel yourself before you lean down again. Your corset digs into your stomach and you involuntarily squish your thighs together. It's lucky I'm not watching you more closely. Right now I'm preoccupied talking to two guests, all of us reclining in our chairs, discussing complicated matters that go over your head completely. You're far too full to even attempt to follow the conversation. Just focused with every fiber of your being on completing your tasks and not wetting yourself.

Lifting the heavy pot, you try to pour out the tea as fast as possible, gritting your teeth at the sound and sight of the trickling amber liquid. Watching it flow into the cup, hearing the light splash against the porcelain...

God, it would be such a relief to just lift up your skirt and-

An anguished whimper slips out from between your tightly pressed lips. The lid of the teapot rattles in your shaky hands, to the point that you're worried you might end up spilling it (and something else) all over the floor. But you have to keep calm. You struggle to breath evenly, the corset compressing your insides. Despite your best efforts, you cant help but wriggle your hips from side to side in a pathetic little dance of pain and desperation.

The noise attracts the attention of the guests, who look over at you and seem confused by your obvious distress. I know perfectly well what's bothering you, and I smirk as I watch you attempting and failing to keep still and regain your composure.

"Don't mind my maid. Just needs to spend a penny, don't you pet?"

My guest raises an eyebrow. "Looks more like ten."

They laugh mockingly you, causing you to flush red with embarrassment, squirming helplessly on the spot. Being humiliated like this almost feels worse than the pulsing fullness above your crotch. Almost.

I gesture at the three empty teacups and you have to bite your lip to stifle a moan of agony. Your hands twitch in front of your apron, on the verge of staining the white fabric. Still fighting the temptation to grab yourself. Even though you're swollen fit to burst, stomach muscles aching, your bladder bloated and throbbing and strained beyond belief. You'd beg on your knees to get permission for the toilet, but you already know I wont give it to you.

I think I'll have you clean my bathroom next.

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Forced lactation?? Forced lactation tonight? How's forced lactation tonight sound? No choice but to swell up and ache until someone relieves your udders? Drippy milky tits/chest?? Humiliated by your own body filling with milk? Forced lactation tonight? ????

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nsfw vent time. T has made my sex drive go up significantly so I really can't go more than a day without masturbating and it's not unusual for it to be twice a day, but I still take just as long as I did before to actually reach orgasm. like, unless I've just found something super novel that my brain latches onto, it's usually a 30-60 minute journey. which I don't mind if I have nowhere to go and nothing to do, but that's usually not the case. I tend to gravitate towards it before I sleep too (maybe cause I'm in bed with nothing to think about) so it cuts into my sleep or pushes my nap even later in the afternoon than I wanted it to be, and all around though I love jacking off I wish I could get there just a teensy bit faster! I was going to study with a friend today after my afternoon nap and had planned for 3 but then the body was its horny self and so it had to be 4 and I'm just!! tired!! of having this bodily need cut into the already limited amount of time I have in the day, especially since T is also making me need to sleep like 11 hours a night so I basically don't have mornings anymore and now my afternoons are being taken over too!

anyone else dealing with this sort of thing? any advice? I have a couple toys which help, but it's hard to use those in a college dorm environment. and I don't necessarily see orgasm as the pinnacle of sex or The Goal to strive for every time, but it is true that it relieves horniness in a way that not having one doesn't. am I just destined to be perpetually horny forever?

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I'm getting a pelvic ultrasound done soon and they need you to finish drinking a litre of water an hour before the appointment and not use the bathroom and I'm... so normal about this y'all

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"Sweetheart what are you doing the peepee dance for? If you gotta go potty you just go remember??" 🥺🥺

"Oh sweetie, you tried to be a big kid and not wear your diapey again didn't you? That's why you don't wanna pee?? *Sigh* okay just go peepee sweetheart.

It's okay, I'll clean you up afterwards

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@whorelockcandy I'm sorry to put you on blast but this is EXTREMELY funny to me

thinking about peeing into someone's hands... I'm dancing from foot to foot, clearly desperate to pee, and you slide both your hands into my pants to cup my crotch with a murmur of "it's okay baby, I can see how badly you need to pee, just let go." I squirm a bit, reluctant to do something that feels so naughty, but the heels of your hands are pressing against my bladder and making my need even worse and I just can't hold it any longer-- slowly I start to let out a trickle of pee into your hands, which turns into a gush as you massage my bladder with encouraging noises of "that's it" and "let it all out, baby." finally I'm all empty, my pee still running through your fingers and down my legs, and as your hands keep caressing my lower areas I find myself soaked in more ways than one...

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I don't want you to just ask me for permission to use the bathroom. I want you begging, pleading, telling me every little detail of how badly you have to go, how you don't think you can hold it much longer. Persuade me. Tell me how much you've had to drink and how long it's been since your bladder has last had relief. Tell me how good you've been, staying nice and hydrated, not even thinking about asking for the restroom until you're squirming and your bladder is heavy in your abdomen. Let me feel it. Let me run my hand over it and test how firm it is, pressing down on it, poking and prodding it to make sure it's full enough to warrant mercy.

Cross your legs and shove your hands between your thighs if you need to, but don't you dare complain. You know that I get to do what I want. You, you wouldn't know what to do with that kind of control. You're better like this: a submissive little thing who knows your place, who knows that you couldn't possibly tell what your body really needs, who knows that you need someone else to tell you what you deserve and when.

You're going to have an accident? It has been an awfully long time since you last went. And you have had so much to drink. I can see you trembling, your eyes welling up with tears from how badly you think you need it, the way you're holding yourself like the pressure is the only thing keeping it all from coming out. Wow, you do feel pretty full. All that liquid making your bladder nice and firm under my touch, making it swell out, bulging as it tries to make room to hold more. Tell me how much you need it, again? Enough that it aches? Enough that you feel like you're going to explode?

Hmm. Well, your bladder seems to have been able to fit it all so far. Have another glass of water and come back to me in 20 minutes. Maybe you'll deserve some relief then.

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Dice and Desperation: A Bladder Control Game for Two (one DM, one player)

1. Roll a d4 for how many glasses of water you must drink. Drink them.

2. Roll a d6 for the minimum amount of time you must wait before asking permission to pee, where 1 equals one hour and every number above that adds another 30 minutes (2 = 1.5 hours, 3 = 2 hours, etc). Keep DM appraised of the state of your bladder throughout the waiting period.

3. When asking permission, be as detailed as possible about how badly you need to go.

4. When permission is asked, DM must flip a coin. If heads, roll a d20 for how many seconds you are allowed to pee, do so, then repeat steps 1 and 2. If tails, repeat steps 1 and 2 without peeing.

5. Unauthorized leakage, asking for permission before the allowed time, and any other disobedience must be punished via the DM rolling a d20 and inflicting the corresponding penalty from the Torture Table (see below). DM may also inflict torture at the halfway point of any waiting period if desired.

6. If your bladder fully empties at any point (accidentally or otherwise), you may either end the game (with any necessary cleanup and aftercare) or start over from step 1.

TORTURE TABLE:

Stand with feet greater than shoulder width apart. Remain in position for at least 30 seconds.

Assume a squatting position and remain there for at least 30 seconds.

Stand with feet greater than shoulder width apart. Press hard on lower abdomen for at least 10 seconds. Remain in position for 30 more seconds.

Assume a squatting position. Press hard on lower abdomen for at least 10 seconds. Remain in position for 30 more seconds.

Do 10 jumping jacks.

Do 20 jumping jacks.

Put on a belt and tighten it as much as is physically possible.

Stand in front of a sink, turn it on at a trickle, keep your focus on it for 20 seconds, and turn it off.

Watch a water video (river, waterfall, etc.) of DM's choosing.

Watch a piss video of DM's choosing.

Pull down pants and underwear and sit on toilet for at least 30 seconds without peeing. Wash your hands.

Leak into your pants just enough to dampen your underwear. Do not pee any further. Do not change underwear.

Turn on shower, remove clothing, and stand under spray for at least 5 minutes without peeing. Dry off and put clothes back on.

Get a small container and fill it with warm water. Sit on toilet with pants and underwear down and pour the container of water over your genitals. Remain on toilet for at least 30 more seconds without peeing. Wash your hands.

Drink another glass of water.

Drink at least 8 ounces of a beverage containing caffeine.

Find a household chore that requires water (e.g. washing dishes, cleaning a sink, mopping a floor) and complete it.

Add another hour to the current waiting period.

Roll a d4 and drink that many glasses of water, as in step 1.

You are barred from using the bathroom. Hold it until you wet your pants.

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unbelievably horny not physically so much as mentally. I cannot stop thinking about sucking dick please send help

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"Mommy, I need to potty"

"Then just go, sweetheart. That's what your diaper's for."

"I...already did. It's full"

"Already?? I just changed you!"

"I gotta go so bad, Mommy, can you please just change me?"

"I'm busy, dear, you're going to have to wait."

It's up to you how you want this to end. Maybe they barely make it, desperately squirming and whining and soaking their new diaper as soon as they get into it. Maybe they make it all the way to Mommy changing them, but lose control in the middle and start pissing into the open diaper as they apologize cause they really really couldn't hold it anymore. Maybe they can't wait at all, and just have to pee in their already full diaper, making it overflow and make a puddle, the stream running down their legs.

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need someone to follow me into the bathroom after I say I have to pee and refuse to look away as I debate between trying to hold it longer or humiliating myself in front of them, and finally when I can't stand the pressure any longer I yank down my pants and put myself on full display to them as I relieve myself, their eyes never once leaving me