Waaa sorry I’m so vocal here djdjd it’s so embarrassing. I guess that’s not the most embarrassing part of it considering I literally pissed my pants but like I held it for as long as I could and I had no way of getting my jeans off so it’s not my fault!!!
Lindsey looked at her boyfriend for a short instant before he repeated his command. ‘’Here?’’ She said. ‘’We’re at your parents house…’’ He didn’t have to repeat himself again, though, she knew she would be in even more trouble if he had to. She looked around in the hallway to make sure her boyfriend’s parents or his sisters were not around before lifting up her dress and revealing her diaper. ‘’I’m still dry and you know it, you just want to embarrass me.’’ That he did. That was actually the main reason she was wearing one of her night time diapers instead of her Pull-Ups under her short dress, causing her to waddle awkwardly as she met her in-laws and to blush furiously when he patted her very crinkly butt in front of them. The worst was still to come though, His little sister used to wet the bed and was very self-conscious about it, so at dinner, he would mention that Lindsey had a bedwetting accident more recently than she would like to admit it. He couldn’t wait to see his Little squirm in her diaper and her cheeks redden. Only then would her punishment be over.
What do you think about chain reaction wettings? Where two people are desperate and one of them loses it first and hearing/seeing the other have an accident pushes the second one over the edge? Or bedwetting where two people are sharing a bed and one of them wets, and the other doesn’t wake up but the feeling of warm wetness makes /them/ wet too?
Ooh!!!! Now that sounds like a really cool idea🥺💕💕💕💕
Their bodies basically clicking together via their bladders, yesssss♡♡♡
Especially with a character who is a very sympathetic so, even though they definitely could have been able to hold it, their bladder lets go in sympathy with the other's now emptied bladder xD
Day 2 of timed lock experiments: Daddy told me to put on a fresh pull-up and jeans and set the timer on my lock for 6 hours. I had 2 cups of water, 2 cups of coffee, aaand…ummm, maybe not such a dry pair of jeans by the end of the day 🥺🙈 @jay-saun
I just love this. Give me a challenge to hold it. Six hours is excessive, but what could a normal adult like me do? 3, easily? And with pull-ups as a backup?
What's your favorite ending to a hold? Ending in the holder making it, or an accident?
Always an accident hehe
Though I love a full accident I do like partial accidents…
Like you made it but your pants are visible wet and you smell of pee so people still know you had an accident if they looked hard enough (or smelt hard enough 😝)
One super cute scenario is this:
You’re with a caring friend and you have a pull up or diaper with you just in case. You gotta go real bad and are refusing to use the protection, you claim you can hold it! But eventually it becomes too much after some leaks and your friend noticing the scent of pee or little dribbles or a growing wet patch. So you give in “fine!” and decide to let your friend help you with the protection. As they’re helping you put it on you’re yelling “hurry up! I can’t hold it much longer it’s going to come out!” As little spurts start and you’re getting wetter and wetter down there…
You decide if it ends with a big mess right in your friends hands or they manage to get you padded up and you finally release everything into the protective padded potty pants 😇
last night i learned that i quickly get very angry when people keep getting to the shared bathroom before i can, so i present to you: The Angry Wetter
person A gets really annoyed when they’re prevented from going, and it just gets worse as they have to hold. as they start having to physically hold themselves and squirm, the anger mixes with embarrassment. when person B finally gets out person A is so annoyed that they get caught up in trying to give them a piece of their mind. except they stop in the middle of complaining as they feel a warm wetness start to spread, getting quiet as their face goes red
Groggily, you begin your journey home. The autumn air is heavy and thick, and your mind is just as foggy. Scattered recollections from the previous night flicker by - cans and bottles thrown about, music blaring, wild boasts and dares made drunkenly. You said yes to something - that you’re sure of - but the picture beyond that is blurry, and even trying to remember the night is giving you a headache.
The first leg of your trip is dull, but peaceful. Off in the distance, dogs bark, and the morning brings its usual clamor. You trudge slowly along the sidewalk, hoping that the cool air will help clear your mind.
And then, you feel a slight twinge in your bladder, and a voice comes to you.
Uh oh.
For a moment, you pause along the road. Where, you wonder, did that thought come from? Why, all of a sudden, is your heart beating faster?
Closing your eyes to concentrate, you find yourself facing an old lecture hall. In the crowd, you can make out a handful of old friends and classmates, and your memory begins to piece itself together.
That presentation meant so much to you. You had worked so hard on it, and you didn’t want to risk the embarrassment of being out of the room when your turn to speak was called. So you sat there, patiently, diligently, even when you could feel that need creeping up.
By the time the professor finally did call your name, the pressure had turned to pain, and it was already too late. All you could do was try to hastily deliver the slides you had worked so long to assemble, hoping desperately that you could get through them in time.
Only when it became clear you couldn’t, did you finally see the grievous error of your ways. By then, you had waited too long even to leave the room in time, and there were still five slides to go. With your face reddening, with your legs twisted over each other, you couldn’t help but look around the room at the raised eyebrows and covered whispers of your peers, the reality setting in that they already knew what they were about to see.
Opening your eyes, you begin to walk faster. Glancing the street signs as you go, you estimate a mile and a half left. Your tired mind does its best to work through the calculus - how long before you reach home? Will you be able to unlock your door in time? To make it up the stairs to the bathroom? To remove your clothes before it’s too late?
Hurry.
Your brisk pace turns to a sprint, and you nearly trip over yourself as you try to weave past waste bins and passersby. The urge emanating from your bladder is still small, but you can feel it growing.
It’s happening again.
The words bring you back to an office. You begin to piece together a middle-aged man, with gray hair and a suit, seated across from you, sorting through papers while a younger woman looks on.
It’s an interview, and you really wanted the job.
But you just had to repeat your mistakes, just had to put yourself in the same position, cross-legged and desperate, with no way out.
You can still hear the hiss of that warm stream, forcing its way out onto the office chair. You can see your interviewer slowly lifting his head as his assistant gasps.
And you escape, back to the present.
The run is too much for your body, and you have to stop. Panting violently, you grasp your hands onto your shaking knees and try to think.
Something about last night comes back to you. The party. Something about a dare - some kind of ‘curse’ file your friend was talking about. Something about memories. And you said yes.
So then, were those memories all fabricated? But they felt so real. So vivid, so stark...
The loud laughter of children strikes you. You can hear it transform, slowly, from a playful joy to something more focused, something cruel.
It was your seventh birthday party, and they were laughing at you.
“Pee pee pants!”
“Pants wetter!”
“Baby! Baby! Baby!”
You see your mother, towering over as she leans down to console you. There’s a look of pity in her eyes. Did she know then? Did she know that you would be this pathetic pants wetter your whole life?
Surely, that memory had to be real. Didn’t it?
You’re not going to make it.
Your head is spinning, but you tell yourself you have to get up, have to keep going. You run again.
Again, the cackle of children rears itself into your mind, but it’s an older group this time. It’s not your classmates, and it’s not your friends.
You remember now. You were a schoolteacher once.
You probably should have known back then that it was a recipe for disaster. With no assistants to cover for you, you were never allowed to leave your class unattended, your only short breaks coming at the ends of fifty-minute periods.
And yet, you walked right into it - you never learn, do you? You found yourself desperately needing to go when you were supposed to be the adult in the room, when all eyes had to be on you. And when that trickle inevitably came, well before the bell rang, they all watched you, in all your dress-to-impress business wear, wet your pants like a pathetic child. And they loved it.
Just like that, you saw all the respect, and all the sense of authority, that you had with these teenagers vanish into nothing. They were high school seniors, after all, not much younger than you. Of course they would pounce like hungry wolves at the chance to show you weren’t better than them. Of course they took pictures. Of course they told their friends and their parents. And of course you could never, ever live it down.
Your head is spinning. There’s still almost a mile to go. You start to look around, you start to wonder if there is anything else to do. Maybe you can duck into a local restaurant and use their bathroom. Maybe you can go into the woods, and do your business there.
But then, what’s to say that the urge won’t come right back up again? After all, the urge doesn’t seem so strong now, and it didn’t seem so strong then, until it was too late. After all of your embarrassments, how could you trust yourself at all?
You continue to scan desperately around, searching for some possible reprieve. Finally, finally, you happen upon a drug store.
It’s the only way.
Violently, you go crashing in, swerving wildly to avoid the other shoppers, knocking over cases and displays as you go. At last, you make it to aisle 7 and find what you so direly need.
By the time you sprint up to the cash register with your bag of diapers in hand, the entire store is staring at you. Some are whispering, some are gasping, some you can hear laughing. But it doesn’t matter. This is what you have to do.
With trembling hands, you hand your card over and make your purchase before asking to use the store’s restroom. Then, you dart over with your new garments in tow, slamming the door behind you.
You begin frantically to unzip your pants and lower your underwear, before tearing at the bag of Depends and pulling one out. Finally, you hastily unfold it and put it on, collapsing on the toilet in an exhausted heap when the task is complete.
In the brief onset of clarity that follows, you begin to realize that, perhaps, more of those memories were fabricated than you imagined. You never were a schoolteacher, after all, and you never had to present anything in front of a lecture hall. Perhaps, they were all the makings of a twisted piece of hypnosis, designed to lead you precisely to this point. Maybe, you don’t really need diapers after all.
But you can never be sure.
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puppy pads!!! being locked out of the bathroom or leashed to one spot and told the only way you’re getting any relief is if you go on a puppy pad, you’re so humiliated at first but eventually you’re trained to use them
being clicker trained to wet, there are so many ways for your partner to force you to piss yourself but for them to just be able to have complete control, to release the floodgates just like that with one click... hggghg yeah
being gagged so you can’t talk, and you need to pee sooo bad but all you can do is whine and try to show your partner what you need. but they go, “aw what’s that puppy? you need attention? come here baby, i’ll pet you, shhh it’s okay” and there’s no way to prove that’s not what you need until it’s too late
having to walk on all fours everywhere you go, but every time you try to make it to the bathroom like that it makes you leak so bad you have to stop and hold yourself
being lightly scolded when you wet yourself for not being “potty-trained”, but told that it’s okay, you’re still a puppy, you don’t know any better, let’s get this cleaned up
This is long-term dare for people who like pee holding, pee accidents, etc. No age play, no crossdressing, no diapers, just pure omorashi.
Okay, so here's the plan. You give yourself 7 days for this dare. Each day has another rule, that must be obeyed. You can add own rules, but dare's rule is primary. There's only one exception: everyday you can use toilet for pooping beyond rules (or give yourself other restrictions if you want). No diaper is allowed. Got it all? Sure you did, it's simple. Remember - safety first. If you feel bad, stop doing dare. Wash your body every single day, it prevents infections.
Read whole dare before starting, so you can get all needed things.
Day 1.
It's training day, nothing extreme today. Wake up early. Start your day without peeing. Morning is good for perverted joys, huh? Eat breakfast and drink something warm - tea or coffee, it's your choice. Now you can go pee. Feel better? Good. Drink two glasses of orange juice (if you can't, choose another taste or ice tea). Go to school/work or wherever you must. If it's your day off, go for a walk, to cinema, for shopping etc. You can pee after three hours, but only if it's full hour (so if you left home at 9:35, after three hours it's 12:35 and you can pee at 13:00, 14:00, 15:00 etc.). Follow "three hours rule" all day, drink 2 glasses of anything right after peeing. You can pee before sleep only if you peed three times or less today.
Day 2.
Pee after waking up. It will be hard day for your bladder! The only rule you got for today is that you can pee only after a few drops of urine wet your underwear. Basically - you can go pee only just right before you start to wet yourself. And it doesn't matter if you plan road trip, meeting, lecture... You cannot pee earlier! If you want hardcore mode, drink soda or warm tea every time you can.
Day 3.
Rest day, uf! You can pee as often as you wish. Sounds nice? But wait, there's something more. You must use only public restrooms and it can't be one-person toilet. Don't use toilet at home, friend's home, bushes etc. Only multi-person public toilets. Even for your morning wee.
Day 4.
Pee in the morning. Get chains and small padlock. Pee normally. Wear pants and/or underwear that don't allow peeing without moving them lower. Lock them tight, using chain as belt and lock it. Freeze key in ice, then go out with 1 litre bottle of soda drink. You can go shopping, to the cinema, whatever. Stay outside home for at least three hours after emptying your bottle. Need pee-pee? If three hours left, you can go home. Now only thing you need to do is patiently wait for ice to melt. After you free yourself, you can pee only two times more today. Drink two big cups of tea or juice before sleep.
Day 5.
Is tea/juice in your bladder yet? Time to test your power of will. Today no pee-pee dance is allowed. You can't use your hands, cross or squeeze legs or anything similar. Why is that bad? Today is repeat of Day 2. - no peeing until you almost wet yourself.
Day 6.
Little rest for bladder again. Pee when you want to, but drink as much as you can without harm. Your aim is to pee every two-three hours. Soda drinks, tea, gatorade... Anything that helps is okay. Get tired because of running to restroom. And remember about safety! Once you decide to go to bed, you can't get up to toilet till morning. Hope you won't wet bed!
Day 7.
Last day of dare. If you haven't any accident till now, it will change today. No peeing for you, my dear. Whole day, 24 hours from waking up. And you must spend at least six hours outside your home. You can put some clothes for change in bag and carry them with you (to work, school, for trip, whatever). If you wet bed, add another three hours to your 24 hours toilet ban. Drink normally or more.
Punishments:
If you broke any rule, you must pee through underwear for week.
If you skipped any day, you must do that day twice.
If you had more than three accidents during this dare (excluding Day 7.), you must wear diaper for three days or pee through pants at least once a day for week.
This dare can be done for any period of time and contains different extras for each day of the week. If you are unable to perform one day's extra, use a different day instead.
Drinking Schedule:
- 8 PM: 500mL Water
- 6:30 AM: 1L Soda
-9-11 AM: 1.5L Water
-Lunch: 2L Water
-4:30 PM: 500L Water
-6 PM: 500mL Soda
Peeing Schedule:
- 9 AM: You may only pee in a public restroom.
- Lunch: May release 5 seconds of pee. If you do not cross your legs until 4 PM you may pee for 15 seconds.
- 5:30 PM: May only pee from 5:30-5:32.
-2 AM: Only possible if you leak into your pants while in bed. Only available from 2:00-2:01 and you must delay your morning break until 11AM.
Pooping Schedule:
- Lunch: May poop if no pee comes out. If any does, pooping is restricted for 24 hours and no changing is allowed.
-5:45: May only poop from 5:45 - 5:48.
Daily Extras:
- Monday-Bedwetting: Drink an extra 1L right before bed. No nightly break.
-Tuesday-Public Restriction: Cannot cross legs, use hands, or squirm while in public.
-Wednesday-Poop Holding: No pooping is allowed for the full day.
-Thursday-Late Break: Do not take your mornibg break until after 10:30 AM. Drink 1L after.
-Friday-Public Wetting: Skip the 5:30 break and go to the movies and drink at least 2 large drinks that night. Do not pee until you arrive home.
-Saturday-Break Day: Pee as often as needed. Drink 500mL per hour. Stay awake until midnight and pee right before.
-Sunday-Rapid Desperation: As soon as midnight comes, no peeing is allowed. Drink 500mL per hour. You may not change until 8 PM when the challenge ends. If you wet yourself the number of times listed below, that punishment applies. Punishments stack with eachother.
3 Accidents: 500mL extra in the morning on Monday.
4 Accidents: Press on your bladder for 10 seconds every hour on Monday and Tuesday.
6 Accidents: No nighly breaks all week.
7 Accidents: No holding or crossing all week.
8 Accidents: No morning break all week.
9 Accidents: Double water consumption all week.
If you feel the challenge is too difficult or too easy, adjust the times and water consumption as needed. Be sure to tell what happens in this thread and any pictures would be much appreciated!
if you would like some prompts of your own (that aren’t on this list) feel free to pop me an ask! it doesn’t have to be anything super descriptive or word-heavy (unless u want it to be! i don’t mind). Just send a word (like ‘bedwetting’ or ‘language barrier’) and i’ll come up with 2-10 prompts to go along with the word you chose
just be aware it might take me a hot second to actually get to answering it i am a busy man i can’t think about omo 24/7 unfortunately
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