Poland/Any - consensual bladder desperation/wetting
anonymous
November 28 2010, 23:10:33 UTC
Remember how Poland is always complaining in the strips about having to pee? It's actually because he really gets off on having a full bladder and loves holding it as long as he can until he wets himself. However, he usually keeps that kind of play private and solo. He doesn't mind getting desperate in public, but he's just too shy to let himself have an accident in front of someone else.
That is, until someone catches him in the act and figures out what's up...and when they curiosity is piqued by Poland's attempts to explain himself (because OMG, he's totally not a weirdo, it just feels so good,) they agree to help Poland act out a few of his secret fantasies.
The other country can be anyone you like.
Bonus: The 'fantasies' involve roleplaying, such as Poland being a student and the other country is a teacher who won't let him go to the restroom during class. Bonus: Poland especially likes wetting really cute, girly clothes.
hold it in 1a/3
anonymous
December 2 2010, 01:27:50 UTC
So I couldn't wait for OP to answer, if I did, I won't get to post until next week...
You stumble into the washroom, urgent because you've been holding it in for the past few minutes listening to some insufferable salesgirl talk about a product you're not even remotely interested in buying. Strangely, there's no one else in there, except for an occupied cubicle, but its not as if the presence of anyone really matters. You unzip your fly and feel relief wash over you as you finish taking a piss. As you button your jeans, you hear a soft moan, followed by a muffled stream of liquid hitting the floor. You frown, wondering if your imagination is playing tricks on you as you look around the washroom. There's no one here, except... You stare intently at the cubicle as you hear yet another moan. You mentally weigh the pros and cons of trying to find out who exactly is in the cubicle and decide that there shouldn't be any harm done if you wait for the person to come out and reveal himself. But wait - a more awesome idea strikes you - wouldn'
( ... )
hold it in 1b/3
anonymous
December 2 2010, 01:29:33 UTC
"Okay like, it wasn't cola, I broke a bottle of um, like, perfume!" he finishes lamely and you feel like laughing because its so painfully obvious that its a lie, given how the washroom doesn't remotely smell like any perfume.
Poland looks desperate now, his green eyes are flashing with something that looks like panic and fear and a strange feeling of triumph washes over you because you know that what you guessed he was doing is probably spot on. "I, um, I..." he begins, eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding your gaze.
You lick your lips and smirk. "Let me guess," you tip his chin up so that your crimson eyes look straight into his emerald ones. "You like wetting yourself in public, don't you?" you ask and his eyes widen in horror
( ... )
hold it in 2a/3
anonymous
December 3 2010, 11:40:39 UTC
idk, i thought this seemed a tad too rushed, but sigh...
You don't remember ever having a proper conversation - if verbal jousting even counts for conversation - with Poland and the thought of how the first one you've had with him played out makes you grin like an idiot. If he didn't tell you, you would've never thought that his fantasies were that wild. Not that it actually surprises you. Well, to begin with, hardly anything surprises you nowadays. He could've said he was into necrophilia and you wouldn't bat an eyelid. Okay maybe you would have, but you suppose it doesn't really matter as you wait for Poland in your car, tapping your fingers impatiently against the steering wheel
( ... )
hold it in 2b/3
anonymous
December 3 2010, 11:41:43 UTC
Poland looks at you desperately, he needs to answer because somehow, ignoring Austria in this situation would seem awkward... And its precisely what you wanted. He crosses his legs underneath the table and you smile inwardly, knowing that indeed, he had come prepared to wet himself in the presence of an unsuspecting party. You shrug as you take a bite of the cake - it tastes good, as usual but you won't tell Austria that you think it does - and Poland heaves a sigh of relief
( ... )
hold it in 2c/3
anonymous
December 3 2010, 11:43:08 UTC
Austria glares at you again and rolls his violet eyes, not amused by your 'humour'. "Do you have anything to change into?" he asks and you nod, allowing Poland to speak.
"Yeah, like, I have stuff to change into," he mumbles as he grabs the paper bag and dashes for the bathroom even though he has no idea where it is.
"Bathroom's the third door on the left!" Austria calls out as he comes over to your side of the table. He's puzzled by the sheer amount of water on the carpet and is about to ask questions when you push him to the kitchen, asking him to get a mop to clean up while you change. He sighs in exasperation and agrees and you head to your room, grinning to yourself.
Who knew watching Poland lose control could feel so good? In the privacy of your room, you unzip your jeans, pulling down your underwear, freeing your erection. You stroke yourself, slowly, teasing the tip, spreading the wetness from your tip all over, rubbing your thumb against the underside and as you think of how Poland's hips jerked forward your hand movements
( ... )
Re: hold it in 2c/3
anonymous
December 3 2010, 21:58:53 UTC
Not OP, but I thought this most recent scene was unexpectedly hot! I like the addition of a not-involved third-party... and yum! to Prussia showing the disciplinarian streak that he must have, given his military history.
hold it in 3a/3
anonymous
December 6 2010, 15:42:15 UTC
His skirt barely manages to cover his crotch and you smirk as you start the car, driving. The colour of his cheeks tell you that indeed, he has put on every single piece of clothing you put into the paper bag and you can't help but grin to yourself as you think of it. Throughout the ride, Poland doesn't speak so you break the silence. "You enjoyed it just now, didn't you
( ... )
Re: Poland/Any - consensual bladder desperation/wetting
anonymous
December 6 2010, 15:44:00 UTC
"Just hold on to the sides of the window and you'll be fine," you whisper in his ear and he moans, complying. You unzip your trousers, glad that you went commando and pour the rest of the lubricant on your cock, slicking it up completely as he whimpers from the loss of contact from your fingers. "I've got you, it'll be find," you reassure him and he nods, knuckles turning white from gripping the sides of the window
( ... )
That is, until someone catches him in the act and figures out what's up...and when they curiosity is piqued by Poland's attempts to explain himself (because OMG, he's totally not a weirdo, it just feels so good,) they agree to help Poland act out a few of his secret fantasies.
The other country can be anyone you like.
Bonus: The 'fantasies' involve roleplaying, such as Poland being a student and the other country is a teacher who won't let him go to the restroom during class.
Bonus: Poland especially likes wetting really cute, girly clothes.
*crawls off to die in a pit of perversion*
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You stumble into the washroom, urgent because you've been holding it in for the past few minutes listening to some insufferable salesgirl talk about a product you're not even remotely interested in buying. Strangely, there's no one else in there, except for an occupied cubicle, but its not as if the presence of anyone really matters. You unzip your fly and feel relief wash over you as you finish taking a piss. As you button your jeans, you hear a soft moan, followed by a muffled stream of liquid hitting the floor. You frown, wondering if your imagination is playing tricks on you as you look around the washroom. There's no one here, except... You stare intently at the cubicle as you hear yet another moan. You mentally weigh the pros and cons of trying to find out who exactly is in the cubicle and decide that there shouldn't be any harm done if you wait for the person to come out and reveal himself. But wait - a more awesome idea strikes you - wouldn' ( ... )
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Poland looks desperate now, his green eyes are flashing with something that looks like panic and fear and a strange feeling of triumph washes over you because you know that what you guessed he was doing is probably spot on. "I, um, I..." he begins, eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding your gaze.
You lick your lips and smirk. "Let me guess," you tip his chin up so that your crimson eyes look straight into his emerald ones. "You like wetting yourself in public, don't you?" you ask and his eyes widen in horror ( ... )
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I really like it! I hope you continue soon!
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You don't remember ever having a proper conversation - if verbal jousting even counts for conversation - with Poland and the thought of how the first one you've had with him played out makes you grin like an idiot. If he didn't tell you, you would've never thought that his fantasies were that wild. Not that it actually surprises you. Well, to begin with, hardly anything surprises you nowadays. He could've said he was into necrophilia and you wouldn't bat an eyelid. Okay maybe you would have, but you suppose it doesn't really matter as you wait for Poland in your car, tapping your fingers impatiently against the steering wheel ( ... )
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"Yeah, like, I have stuff to change into," he mumbles as he grabs the paper bag and dashes for the bathroom even though he has no idea where it is.
"Bathroom's the third door on the left!" Austria calls out as he comes over to your side of the table. He's puzzled by the sheer amount of water on the carpet and is about to ask questions when you push him to the kitchen, asking him to get a mop to clean up while you change. He sighs in exasperation and agrees and you head to your room, grinning to yourself.
Who knew watching Poland lose control could feel so good? In the privacy of your room, you unzip your jeans, pulling down your underwear, freeing your erection. You stroke yourself, slowly, teasing the tip, spreading the wetness from your tip all over, rubbing your thumb against the underside and as you think of how Poland's hips jerked forward your hand movements ( ... )
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Sex out a window... I should try that sometime.
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