It's Noon, I Need To Get Fucked With Aftercare And Shit So I Can Sleep

Literally

more people should be pissing themselves in my inbox. holding until their about to cum and letting go all over their sheets and then reporting back to me about how embarrassed they are. How they looked down at how wet they were between their legs and shivered, how the thought now makes them throb and how much they wanna do it again.

Serious post, tw-

If you post ABDL art with baby shaped bodies and little kid proportions, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PAGE. Block me. Delete your account.

You aren't depicting A(dult)BDL, you're depicting CP. It's literally horrifying and I hate it.

I love the image of someone squatting while they have an accident. They're trying to be as discreet as they can as they wet, even though their brain is too high on the shame and relief to be smart about it. They try to hide the growing puddle with their body, even though anyone who looks at them can see what's happening

you know what’s really underrated in omo?? people who apologize as they wet themselves

like, it doesn’t matter what they’re apologizing for. it could be for the mess, for not being able to wait longer, for the overall awkwardness of the situation, or even just the fact that this is happening and they feel awful about it but they can’t stop because they’re just so desperate for release. my personal favorite is if they somehow wet on or really close to another person. like for example, they wet in an enclosed space and someone else is with them, so the puddle is too large to avoid standing in. or they’re sitting on someone else’s lap and they wet themself. that’s a perfect opportunity for them to hastily stammer out ‘sorry’ after ‘sorry’, teary-eyed and blushing furiously, all while trying frantically to stop the flow

or maybe it doesn’t even really affect the other person all that much, but they’re still apologizing even though there’s no real reason to. just- hhhhghgh, i love that moment where they start wetting and immediately the other person hears a muffled hiss followed by “ohmygodi’msosorryican’tstopit, ahh, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry” most likely accompanied by some tears. ;)))))

and i haven’t even gotten STARTED on how this can play into the aftercare. the other person, while comforting them, reassures them that there was no need for them to be sorry, that they don’t have to apologize and that it wasn’t their fault. they might even take the blame for it, saying it was their fault for not doing anything sooner or noticing how bad the other person had to go.

ajdhfsldfslfjs yeah i love everything about this concept

I'm learning a second language and I'm currently fantasizing about being forced to hold until I can ask to pee in that language.

I run up to a native speaker, bouncing up and down. In English, I beg them for a toilet. They obviously have *no* idea what I want. How could they? I'm only grabbing my crotch, nearing tears. Pacing back in forth, I get on Google Translate and type in frantically. I just can't seem to get pronunciation right. They cross their arms as my pants darken and I stop trying.

Thinking about forcing someone into wetting themselves.

Imagine being on a long walk with you. The walk started with You're begging me to let you go and find somewhere quiet to relieve yourself, but I'm seemingly prepcupied with getting to where we need to be. I just keep saying"were almost there" knowing full well we're not. Holding your hand and feeling your grip tighten as you get closer to your bursting point desperately holding your legs together.

Until you can't anymore. Watching you stand there aghast and ashamed at the puddle forming beneath you. Watching as you hold your legs together desperately trying to stop the flow as a dark patch appears between your legs.

What doesn’t kill me gives me kinks that are difficult to explain

Wow. Damn, that's amazing

doctor’s orders

Commission for a wonderful and sweet tumblr user who asked for a desperate doctor being teased by his patient/lover during a routine check-up! Thank you so much for working with and being patient with me, I really hope you like it!

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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”

Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”

“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.

He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.

It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.

With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.

Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet–sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour.  With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.

Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it–she just has that kind of effect on him.

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i LOVE the idea of being unpotty-trained 🩷🩷 the idea of letting someone be completely in control of my bladder and my liquid intake, maybe taking me in public and not letting me wear a diaper, making me so desperate that i leak or completely wet myself🩷🩷