Omorashi contest part 1, vote in the next post on who should win ;)
Loudspeakers blared overhead. The announcer-woman’s voice was excited to the verge of tears, gulping air as it echoed around the stadium.
“Ladies and gentleman! Welcome! Welcome to the twenty-fourth annual Bladder Control Contest!”
Two women stepped onto stage.
“Here are our two contestants! On the left, Veronica Alysia!”
The crowd turned toward Veronica and she posed with her hands on her hips. Her long bleach blonde hair flowed over her shoulder in waves that got smaller toward the ends. She wore tight velvety pants, bedazzling across the back. Her shirt had a leopard print. Her lips were painted cotton candy pink and she smiled at the crowd, revealing a smily face piercing at the top of her gums. Veronica was the reigning champ of the game for three years running. Some of the audience had merch of her name and bright pink logo.
Veronica stared up at the audience, her own face staring back down from tshirts and shaker bottles. The stage lights beating down on her were so hot her face was flushing.
“And on the right, Luna Crain!”
Luna had her arms behind her, her head tilted to one side. She stared at Veronica with pointed eyes, thick and sharp eyeliner painted over her lids. Her lips were a dark, pale blue. She was wearing very short black shorts with two studded belts and fishnet tights reaching up to her stomach that was just barely visible beneath her ripped shirt, clearly DIYed to be off-the-shoulder. She pushed her thickly curled brown hair to one side and put her middle finger up at the audience. They gasped and then cheered. She was a punky newcomer challenging Veronica, but there was a catch! She held a bladder record of 15 liters. She might be hard to beat.
Luna couldn’t keep her eyes off Veronica. Veronica was so gorgeous, she desperately wanted to see Veronica squirm. The crowd loved an underdog and Luna believed in herself. She was already excited.
“Alright folks! If you don’t know the rules, the girls must answer pop culture questions. Every wrong answer, they have to drink 500 ml. Every hour they have to drink 100 ml and they draw a card outlining a penalty. Now who’s ready?”
The audience shrieked. There was an electric air of happy tension as each woman drank 100 ml of water. Veronica gulped it in one go, scoffing at Luna, who sipped slowly and carefully, gaze still focused on Veronica. Then they began.
“Veronica, as our reigning champion, you go first! Choose a category.”
“I’ll take media!” Veronica crossed her arms, a cocky expression on her face.
“Alright then! Originally a musical based on a book, this movie adaptation grossed almost $350 million in 2025?”
Veronica laughed. “Wicked: For Good. Give me a hard one!”
The crowd cheered and the loudspeaker moved forward.
“Now Luna! What’s your category?”
Luna shrugged, staring at the cameras with half-closed eyes. “I’ll take celebrity moments, hun.”
“Ah yes, celebrity moment! This blonde pop star has made waves with her music career since starring in Disney Channel series Girl Meets World!”
Luna thought for a moment. She could swear she knew the name but it wasn’t coming to her. Admittedly, she mostly listened to 90s music, but she was certain she’d heard at least one song. Her brain pulled forth nothing and she felt stress creeping over her.
“Uhh…Taylor Swift?” She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t remember the correct answer.
“No, sorry Luna. That’s a loss.”
The crowd sighed until they saw the 500 ml of water come out of the table in front of Luna. She took the bottle and began to chug the water. It was cold and quite refreshing and she was confident she’d be fine.
“Now it’s time for a penalty! Please take a card each.”
They drew a card. Luna’s said to do three jumping jacks, no problem for her, she wasn’t even feeling the water yet. Veronica’s card was to drink 250 ml so she did, no problem.
“I’ll take celebrity moments too!” Veronica said and stuck her tongue out at Luna, who winked back at her.
“Celebrity moments it is! Shia LaBeouf is in hot water for an alleged incident at a bar in this city!”
Veronica thought for a moment but she has no answer. Shia LaWho? When was the last time he was in the news? Recently probably, but she wasn’t sure. She thought until the clock ran out.
“No wait give me more time!”
“Sorry, Veronica! That’s a loss.”
Veronica flipped her hair over her shoulder. “That’s okay! I’ll get the next one.” She drank 500 ml in a short but graceful sort of way.
Luna thought for a moment, then answered. “Music please!”
“This 2020 Chappell Roan song found viral fame in the 2024-2025 period, despite her performing it to only about fifty fans at a field day in LA years prior!”
“Pink Pony Club!” Luna exclaimed and the crowd erupted in excitement, showering her with applause. She stared at Veronica, who was very faintly sweating.
They each took a card. Veronica prayed not to have to drink more. Instead she pulled a 3-push up card, which she did with ease. Luna picked up a card that said to listen to a waterfall through headphones for 1 minute. She did. The rushing water made her twitch but she convinced herself she was still fine.
Each woman drank 100 ml as the hour passed.
Luna’s legs closed and Veronica noticed. She picked her upper lip, careful to avoid her lipstick. Luna noticed and laughed. She knew Veronica wasn’t far behind her.
“What is your category, dear Veronica?”
She looked up and thought for a moment.
“These two rappers had a famous battle that escalated in 2024, even though it began in 2013!”
“Kendrick Lamar and…” Veronica paused. She couldn’t seem to remember the other name. How could it slip her mind just like that? Why was the water hitting her so quickly?
“Time up Veronica, sorry! That’s a loss.”
Veronica accepted her fate and downed the extra 500 ml. She took a sharp breath, feeling her stomach hurt.
“Creator of Stardew Valley and up and coming game the Haunted Chocolatier, this game dev goes by the handle of…”
“ConcernedApe!” Luna burst out excitedly.
“That’s right!” The crowd clapped happily.
Veronica glared and Luna shot back with a prideful gaze, her belts slipping over her hips and closed legs. Veronica fumbled with the waist of her pants.
They each pulled a penalty card. Veronica’s penalty was to squat for 1 minute. She did, feeling her pants tighten around her stomach, and her bladder tightened. Luna’s was to drink 200 ml of sparkling water and Luna did, her legs twitching.
Luna’s legs were pressed together, thighs sweating beneath her tights. She still felt she was fine. The sparkling water was running through her, making her stomach gurgle.
Veronica was swearing. She’d had a lot to drink already and it was going through her quickly. She felt her bladder growing but she tried to ignore it.
“What’s your category, Veronica?”
“As of March 2025, the number one most disliked is…”
“YouTube Rewind 2018!” Veronica finally knew the answer.
The crowd screamed with affection and Veronica waved, trying to play off the dancing of her hips.
Luna was struggling, gripping her table and breathing. Her knees crossed.
“Uhhhh give me television!”
“Animated show Smiling Friends take place in this state!”
Luna wagged her hips back and forth, desperately hoping her answer is correct. “Um, I-I’m not sure. Maryland?”
“Ooooh, close. It was Pennsylvania, sorry.”
Luna cursed herself as she drank another 500 ml, her bladder hurting. Veronica laughed before stopping herself as it loosened her hold. She quickly tightened herself again and drew a breath in.
They each pulled a card. Luna’s was to do 5 jumping jacks. She took a couple strained steps backward and forced herself to open her legs, her bladder threatening her. Her stomach throbbed as she jumped up and dark. The heavy sloshing made her crazy and she finished them as quickly as possible, tightening her legs together and holding a hand in her crotch. Veronica’s penalty was to put her hand in a bowl of warm water for thirty seconds. She dunked in her long nails and dainty knuckles. Her bladder pulsed and she danced, squishing her wrist bone into her pussy. It was so full but still not close to her limit.
Each drank 100 ml on the hour.
“As hour two is here, how are we feeling, loves?”
Veronica tapped the microphone and spoke into it, her cute voice echoing across the audience. “Hi everyone! Thank you for standing by me! I know I can do it, if you believe in me!” She poked a finger into her slit, doubling over, her other hand leaning on her knee.
The Luna spoke, “Hey everybody! Thanks for coming out to see us! I can’t wait to totally destroy the competition!” Her tone was playful and competitive. “Thanks for being in my corner! I won’t let down my fans!” She uncrossed her legs, refusing to show her desperation. She waved at the crowd.
“This is a special round!” The doors opened and the massive conveyer belt below them pulled away the tables and replaced them with a simple obstacle course. “If you can make it through this without leaking then you don’t have to drink! Let’s go!”
Veronica and Luna struggled against each other to get over the foam blocks in their way. Luna pushed Veronica over but Veronica grabbed her shirt and pulled her down too. They sank into the blocks, each quickly squeezing their hands in their crotches to avoid leaking. Once they felt safe, they both stood and leapt over the short beam. Then they grabbed the monkey bars and flew over the water pit below. Unfortunately they grabbed the same bar at the same time and it cracked under their weight, dropping both of them in the ankle-height water not far below. Luna cried out and Veronica let the tiniest leak slip into her panties, but it was visible.
“Ooh, Veronica you’re out! That can’t be much though, I’d doubt it’s even 50 ml. You must still be bursting.”
Veronica got out of the water quickly and stood up, waddling to the side with both of her hands in her crotch. She was indeed bursting, her bladder so tight and full. Her stomach was bulging beneath her velvet pants, like she was in the early months of pregnancy.
Luna got out of the water unscathed but the climb out was too much for her and a tiny drop of water appeared in her pants.
“That’s a leak, Luna, sorry! But again, not much at all. How torturous.”
Luna groaned, holding herself and dancing, one hand on her big stomach, sweat dripping down her face.
“Sorry babes! Here’s your punishment!”
The tables scrolled back with a 1 liter bottle of water on each one.
Luna took the bottle, looking at it with malice. She shook her head and chugged the whole bottle. Close to bursting, she fumbled to unlatch her belts which were tight around her plump bladder. Veronica drank her bottle somewhat slowly, hoping if she gave it more time it would take longer to reach her bladder. She was so full anyway, her faux pregnancy only getting worse.
The crowd screamed and the two women tried to wave politely.
Finally they each took a penalty. Luna’s was to be tickled for 1 minute. A stagehand stepped forward and tickled under her arms with dark gloves. She danced, squeezing her arms to her side. She doubled over and desperately tried to open her shorts but the button was too stretched over her large stomach. Finally the tickling stopped but Luna felt no relief. Bubbles erupted in her bladder.
Veronica took a penalty card. It told her to drink 500 ml of milk but she wasn’t sure if she could. The drink rose up in front of her, the liquid slightly sloshing and her bladder pinched. She pressed the drink to her lips and drank down the fluids.
“And now our final round before the break!”
Two large water bottles came up in front of each woman, but they noticed holes in the bottom of them.
“This is our rapid fire round! The bottle in front of you contains 2 liters. For every correct answer, it loses 100 ml. One wrong answer and you have to drink the whole thing!”
Veronica desperately didn’t want to drink any more but her mind was blank, it seemed like her brain was replaced with urine, the urge to pee was so strong. Unbeknownst to her, Luna felt the same way, taking quick and short breaths as she held her full round pregnant-looking belly.
“Luna goes first since her bladder is emptier. Get ready!”
“One moment please!” Luna cried. She finally opened the button of her shorts, her bladder poking out, and she felt slightly more comfortable. “Okay I’m ready!”
“Most played Steam game as of March 2026?”
“Correct.” 1900 ml. “Merriam-Webster word of the year 2025?”
“Slop!” Luna rolled her eyes.
“Correct!” 1800 ml. “Spotify’s global top song 2025?”
“D-Die With a…” Luna squeezed her thighs, doubled over, her stomach gurgling and her bladder feeling so heavy. “Die With a Smile, Lady Gaga and B-Bruno Mars!”
“Correct!” 1700 ml. Luna breathed a sigh of relief before immediately having to hold herself again.
“Top TikToker of the year 2025?”
“W-what?” Luna gasped, “How should I know? That question is stupid!”
“Ohhh sorry Luna! Time’s up, bottoms up!”
Luna looked at the water and then down at her large bulging bladder, liquid rippling. She pressed the bottle to her lips but she couldn’t drink, she didn’t know where it would go. She physically pushed up the bottom of the drink and poured it down her throat.
Veronica’s legs shook. She pulled her velvet pants down even more over her large stomach, trying to stretch the waistband further than it would go. Now she looked to be in the later months of pregnancy, one hand on her aching lower back. She couldn’t think straight but she prayed to not have to drink too much more. “I’m ready!”
“Time magazine woman of the year 2025?”
“Nicole Kidman!” 1900 ml. “Pantone color of the year?”
“Correct!” 1800 ml. A shiver went through Veronica’s full bladder and she gasped. “Highest selling KPop album.”
“FML by Seventeen!” Her voice squeaked as she held on tighter.
“Correct!” 1700 ml. “Most viewed YouTube video?”
“Correct!” 1600 ml. “Free skate gold medalist of the 2026 Olympics?”
“Correct!” 1500 ml. “2026 Super Bowl halftime show winner?”
“Seahawks! Oh no…” The word sea leaving her lips made her stomach churn, choppy waves rushing through her. She hopped up and down.
“Correct!” 1400 ml. “The Suez Canal was blocked by a container ship on March 23rd of what year?”
Veronica thought quickly but her mind wouldn’t calm. She had to pee so badly. She felt like she remembered news stories but recalling any of them made her want to cry. She imagined the water splashing against the boat as it ground between the walls of the canal like her hand squeezing her bladder shut. Her mind felt like swirling piss and she just couldn’t fight through it.
“Ohhhh so close! 2021! Drink up, dear!”
Veronica held the bottle. She was so close to exploding she pressed the bottle to her lips, eyes tearing, and drank, each gulp sending her bladder crying. The fullness was killing her, her belly button stretching. When she finished, she was gasping and whimpering, legs crossed. Her stomach protruded out from her body.
Finally, as the hour turned they both forced down 100 ml more. They each took a penalty card. Luna took a diuretic, tears in her eyes. Veronica forced 200 more ml down her throat.
Shaking and shivering as they danced back and forth, they both weakly waved at the crowd.
“We’re at the halfway break now but don’t worry! Our lovely Veronica and Luna aren’t able to use the restroom during the break. Make sure to be back before the end of the hour, or they might burst without you here to enjoy it! Now here’s our final count!”
Luna: 4300 ml (+1 diuretic)
“Hope your favorite girl wins!”
