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esoterictboy · 2 months
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guided letting go…making a sub hold till they can’t anymore. when they say “I can’t control it anymore” pulling their underwear down of course some pee spurts out so you have to cup them to help them clench like,”c’mon you can do it” while they shake like a dog.
Then when you’ve finally taken their undies all the way off you say, “look at what a wet spot you made, let’s make it bigger”. And you lay their panties down on the floor underneath them, make them spread their legs and they try to hold themselves but start leaking all over their hands. Drops of piss keep hitting their underwear anyways, it’s useless. Then you just say, “let go honey it’s okay” and they pull their hands back and their piss just spurts out like a faucet and soaks all into the fabric and they sigh and exhale all breathy in relief..bonus if you take a picture of their privates glistening and wet from piss afterwards.
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Really want a guy to casually make me drink a lot. Give me a drink to try, take me for a walk and say how thirsty I must be, things like that. I want him to distract me so I don't ask to use the bathroom. I want to finally get up to go and have him tell me no. I want him to make me stay where I am, maybe even make me drink more. I want him to force me to hold it until I'm a mess, whimpering and begging for him to let me pee. Then I want him to make me let go of my crotch, spread my legs, and wet myself.
That'd just be so hot
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minecraftbookshelf · 8 months
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For A Moment, Imagine
You are Joel SmallishBeans.
You are beginning your fifth death game. Something that has historically not worked out super well for you (and yet you keep coming back).
Hearts are precious and once gone they are gone forever.
But you can get new ones.
The first day is not going well for you. You have lost so many hearts.
You have to find someone to give you one.
First you try your wife.
You tell her what has happened, you ask for a gift.
You are not the only one asking it of her.
She declares you must fight for it.
You complete the task she sets but your opponent is faster.
Pearl wins your wife's heart.
Things continue to Not Go Well.
And you see your soulmate.
He is known for wandering off and disappearing. Surely he hasn't spent enough time around the others to have already gifted his.
You greet him with your old team name.
He is glad to see you.
...
He has already gifted his heart.
To Pearl.
Someone somewhere is laughing at you.
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im-leaking · 11 months
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Imagine:
Only being in underwear, holding and desperate to pee, trying everything to keep it in but it soon becomes too much. Then having to stuff a pillow or towel between the legs and rubbing a leaky drippy pussy against it. When this stops working one would end up having to get something more to help hold, which is when they hurry to the couch and bring themselves on the rounded couch arm. It’s firm and helps better than the towel or pillow, but they are still leaking every now and then. The grinding only ends up turning them on and they can’t help but moan and whimper as they try to balance their arousal and having to pee. They take their underwear off and rub their soaked parts on the couch, making a little mess of not just pee, but slick too. That’s when they finally burst and gush all over the couch, causing a loud hissing noise as they whine in relief.
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lunik501 · 1 month
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This is what happens when I'm without Pampers 💧🙊
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The moment when you realize the you’ve crossed the threshold. When the short, manageable waves of desperation become non-stop. When you finally reach the point where your body takes over: You don’t get to ignore it anymore… you’re going to pee, whether you want to or not… it’s just a matter of time.
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lustfullibertines · 1 month
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Do you think they noticed?
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cradle-quill · 2 months
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Imagine (AB/DL Story by CradleQuill)
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Imagine still needing diapers at your age. Imagine liking them too. You just sit there all day, filling your pants like a helpless little baby. That's what gets you off, isn't it? Feeling helpless and pathetic. Knowing you're too little to even make it to the potty on your own.
You just want to be a complete and total baby all the time. You don't want to have to worry about adult responsibilities. You just want to sit there in your full pampers, literally wearing your potty. Letting your mind get dumber and dumber as you slowly unpotty train yourself a little more each day.
Because in the end, deep down, you don't want to be able to go back. There's a part of you secretly hoping one day you'll wake up in a wet diaper that you're certain was dry when you fell asleep. And that part of you hopes it won't realize how far you've fallen until it's too late to go back. You don't want to have to make choices, isn't that right, little one? You might as well have every choice taken from you, even if that means never getting to decide when it's convenient for you to fill your pants.
Something tells me you'd be happier that way. You'd get to be the little baby you've always dreamed of being. No more adult worries or expectations. Just diapers and stuffies and Daddy changing you after you've pottied all over yourself again. This really is the life you want, isn't it? If you admit it and beg me, maybe I'll make all your little wishes come true.
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esoterictboy · 3 months
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I bet it feels so good for you when you need to pee. It presses against that spot inside you, you ever tried humping a pillow like that ? Did some come out, I bet that embarrassed you. Did it feel good when you went after, next time tell me I wanna watch you let go. You can let go right now if you want, I wanna hear how good it feels in your voice, or you can save it and lemme press against your bladder first with my dick and then with my hand. Would you let me fuck you and press down on it, could you even hold it if you tried ?
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omo-my-gosh · 1 month
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when someone is getting completely desperate and someone else casually suggests they do something that would make them have to hold for a bit longer (stay browsing a store for another ten minutes, drive to a location that's further off from their destination, standing in line for something before they head to the bathrooms) and the desperate person says something along the lines of 'I can't, I'm going to have an accident if we do that'
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Bonus points if the other person had no idea they were that desperate and this is the reveal.. mmm
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mistressomo · 1 year
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Like Give Me The Exact Details Please😩😩🫶🏾😋
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The second little wetting 15-20 minutes after the first is one of the most comforting sensations I’ve ever experienced. Sure, it doesn’t have all the excitement and pizzazz of the first wetting but that’s not the point. Oh, you already wet yourself once and now you’re too tired to get up and use the toilet because you wore yourself out from trying so hard to hold it? Of course you are, sweetheart.
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cradle-quill · 2 months
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Forever - AB/DL Story by CradleQuill
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I'm done letting you fool yourself. I mean, who are we kidding? We both know you can't keep your pants dry. You wake up in soaked sheets most mornings, and now you're having your little "accidents" during the day as well. Whatever semblance of an adult life you once had, it's quickly on its way out.
Soon enough, you won't even recognize your old life. You'll just be my little baby, ready to accept your place. You'll be beneath me, just where you belong. I mean, who would respect an "adult" who can't even make it to the potty on time? That's right, I don't consider you an adult. You're nothing more than an overgrown baby who's failed at potty training and who needs to be reminded who's in charge.
That's right, kiddo. No more big kid underwear for you. In fact, I think we should throw all your undies away. Or maybe I'll even cut them up while I make you watch. You won't be needing them anymore, after all. We might as well make use of them. I can use them as rags to clean you up during diaper changes.
Yes, that's right. I'm putting you back in diapers, full time. I don't want to hear any more fussing, I won't tolerate it. Keep it up and you'll find yourself over my knee with a very red bottom. Little babies who can't stop wetting themselves need diapers, and that's just what you are, isn't it? A little baby.
Go ahead. Admit it. You want me to treat you this way. You get off on it. And the more I mock and humiliate you, the tighter my grip on you will become. Because you crave this. You need it. You need to be dominated completely—mind, body, and soul. That's what you really want, deep down.
Did you think I didn't realize it? That I couldn't tell, just from looking at you, what a pathetic baby you are? I mean, honestly, I don't know how everyone else around you doesn't see it. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you'd end up like this. I knew you'd be on your knees at my feet, begging me not to tear you down and make you even more pathetic than you already are.
But it's too late, honey. This is your life now. And there's no going back. Maybe at one point you could have undone all this, salvaged what little adulthood that was left, but I'm not letting that happen. I'm going to see that you are treated exactly as you ought to be, like a helpless little infant who can't do anything for themselves.
There will be no more big kid potty. No more "adult" activities. And don't think I'm letting you hide this from your friends. Everyone is going to know what I've reduced you to, and how much you like it. Anyone who wants to play with the baby is going to get a chance to, whether that means your friends or mine. I'm sure they'd all love to see what you've become, what you've always really been.
I can see those tears welling in your eyes. The red-hot embarrassment on your cheeks. Better get used to it, baby. There will be a lot of this in your future. I mean, you might as well wet yourself right now, sitting there on the floor. It's going to happen sooner or later anyway. And I bet the store clerk will think you're so cute in your soaked pants. Come on, be a good baby for me. I want everyone to see exactly why I'm putting you back in diapers forever.
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esoterictboy · 2 months
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wanna house train you puppy, lay out a pad for you to pee on, no more bathrooms you can just spread your legs and go. no more accidents, unless you wanna have to go in front of me from then on so I can make sure you don’t ruin my floors.
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l1ttle-m0use · 7 days
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do you think daddy can tell I had a accident...? >.<
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im-leaking · 9 months
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Omo fantasy:
Making someone drink a lot of water and then waiting until they start getting visibly needy. They’re squirming and trying to hold it all in and then you just start tickling them all over. It would make them laugh but also cry and hold their pussy/dick trying to not wet in their panties. Eventually it becomes too much and they let it all go, having an accident all in their undies.
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