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that I enjoy peeing in tight things. 

Spandex, lycra, skinny jeans, yoga pants, pantyhose, etc. I don’t know why! Maybe it feels like a second skin that I can’t remove, and when I’m desperate to piss, it feels like I’m trapped, so it’s extra naughty. Plus, when watching myself urinate, it’s fun to watch things blast out through the fabric.

Does anyone else prefer going to the bathroom in TIGHT clothing??

I have to cum soon, too, so I need to wet myself pretty soon or else I’m gonna blow up.

After posting that survey (which should be two posts ago on my profile), I was so desperate to pee, it was starting to ache. That’s my favorite way to be, but I want to prolong my session tonight, so I put on tight exercise lycra-type shorts and went into the bathroom. 

I was so full it was hard to get on the floor and lie down! But I managed, then gasped for breath while clenching my muscles and forcing my piss to stay in. I purposely kept my legs wide open and still, as a little game to make holding more difficult. Finally, I thought, ‘This isn’t difficult enough,’ and eased myself onto my stomach. 

That HURT. My bladder was bulging, and I couldn’t lay flat on my stomach at ALL. I yelped and sprang back up into a bent-knee position on all fours. A little bit of urine escaped into my tight yoga shorts, but I masturbated for ten seconds and regained control. I tried to get on my stomach again, then a huge wave of desperation hit and the pain of laying on my bladder caused a gush to burst into my shorts. Whimpering, half on my side and half on my stomach with one knee bent, I clutched the bathmat that I was laying on and moaned as a heavy flow created a puddle down to my knees. 

I managed to stop wetting myself, and the puddle absorbed into the bathmat. I sat up, surveying the damage. My bladder was still full, but no longer hurting. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, relaxing my body to test whether or not I was okay to go back to my desk and keep jacking off. 

Nope.
As I relaxed, I could feel the pee rushing down my shaft. More of it flowed out, and I purposely lifted my rear off the bathmat so a warm river of liquid cascaded down my torso and splashed across my neck. After the stream subsided, I lowered my butt and took a deep breath. I felt so good! Tumblr friends who wet their pants and piss all over their body, you know the feeling! I know you know what I mean. ;)

Eventually, I got up and was about to step in the shower, but felt an urge to go a little bit more, so I peed straight onto the floor, then turned on the shower spray and cleaned off. 

I’ve been riding the edge of orgasm for about 2 hours. I cant believe how fucking horny piss makes me. I’m so in love with holding it in until I’m whimpering for relief, then only allowing myself a tiny bit of relief in a place that isn’t a toilet. 

My erection is throbbing, tired after 8 hours of holding, minor wetting, holding again, spurting, masturbating, leaking, drinking more, and losing the battle against my bladder. My balcony wall is soaked with blasts of my urine. My legs are damp from when I dashed indoors, my erection flying side to side as I continued my panicked tinkling as I hurried towards a toilet. My bath mat is darker in color, because I couldn’t make it to the toilet and had to shoot my pee onto the floor, and that was the most absorbent thing. 

I’m quivering with desperation, not from a screamingly full bladder, but from being denied an orgasm for 3 hours. I fully intend to keep stimulating myself for at LEAST another hour. When I ejaculate, the force of it will likely knock me out of my chair. I might have to lay on the floor, just to be safe.

I finally had to release. I went outside, onto my dark balcony, and started emptying my bladder against a wall. A car drove by, so I hurried inside, still urinating down my leg a little, and finished the urgent piss on my bath mat, which is next to the toilet. I’m empty now, and I feel good. Now it’s time to edge and try to avoid cumming.

I can’t take it.

What HAPPENED?! It hit me so hard it was legitimately uncomfortable.

I lined my desk chair with multiple towels, pulled the adult incontinence underwear up high,  and positioned my cock straight up. My entire lower half was screaming for release and I could hardly stand up straight. I can’t believe how extreme my desperation jumped. Usually, I can hold my piss in for hours while wiggling and masturbating, but that went from 4/10 to HOLY SHIT OW IT NEEDS TO COME OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW

I guess it was because I was holding in a small need already when I got home. I wasn’t at 0/10 to begin with.

I pissed more than I meant to, but it ached so badly I couldn’t get myself to stop wetting the incontinence underwear. Holy crap, that was good. 

Definitely going to work back up to desperate, though. This is not the end.

Feeling REALLY full now, almost aching. Definitely need to relieve some pressure soon, but it’s not time to let a spurt out yet. 

Anna climbed out of bed with urgency and scrambled towards the bathroom, her legs pressed as tightly together as possible as she ran. As she approached the bathroom, she began to hear a sound, and came to a horrifying realization: Cathy was in the shower. She could hear the shower running, and instantly was filled with dread. She couldn’t hold on much longer, and since she had already let some pee out in her sleep, she knew she was dangerously close to having a complete accident within the next few seconds. So as soon as she arrived, she began knocking on the bathroom door with great might.

“Cathy! Cathy, I need to pee so bad, please let me in!” She whined, shimmying up and down with her legs pressed closely together.

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Soon, she began to wonder if maybe it was worth missing a minute so she could go pee and watch the rest in peace. But the story was so gripping, she kept waiting for a good moment to leave and finding herself unable to.

Then she had another idea. Maybe I can just let a little pee out into my pants to relieve the pressure, she thought. As much as she was nervous about peeing her pants in the theatre, she started to think maybe it was the best option here. And once the thought had occurred to her, she was pretty much set on it. So, still keeping her eyes on the screen and trying to focus on the movie, she lifted both hands out of her crotch and tried to relax her muscles.

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“Please,” she moaned, “I need to pee so so so badly.”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t allow exceptions. Please sit down.”

Mara wasn’t sure what to do, and she was almost in tears at the pain she was feeling in her bladder, knowing that at any moment she would be losing control and unleashing a torrent of pee whether she was on a toilet or in her seat.

“I’m going to have an accident, please, I can’t hold it,” she whined. The flight attendant rolled her eyes slightly.

“No exceptions. Please sit down.”

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“…I awoke with a start, my palms sweating. Within seconds, I realized my urge to pee had grown considerably - I was horribly, horribly desperate now. In fact, my white panties were a little damp, and I realized a bit of pee must have leaked out while I was napping. Luckily, my light grey sweatpants didn’t have any visible wet spot, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold my pee in much longer…”

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