Gomonomo

In my 20s — she/her — Minors DNI

[farm-boy-69]

[teasingbrat]

[coolsexhaver]

3 for the ask game (most niche omo fantasy)

Two people cuddling on a couch, both very very comfortable and relaxed. One starts to slowly but continuously leak out and because they're so sleepy and comfy and thoughtless around their partner they don't even notice. Their partner notices as soon as their sweatpants start getting dark around the crotch but decides not to say anything, watching the wet spot grow bigger and bigger, soaking their pants, then their partner's thigh, then the cushions beneath them. they've been peeing for about a minute straight at this point and eventually the cushions get so soaked that they start dripping down onto the wooden floor below the couch. The dripping noise only makes them subconsciously leak harder, finally emptying the last strong spurts on to their partner's thigh. Their partner gently gives them some water and after a few minutes their partner finally speaks up with "wow, looks like you really had to go huh?" and they finally open their eyes to see the massive puddle they made. Out of embarrassment they freeze up and uncontrollably start peeing agin, the only evidence of it being the quiet hissing noise, as everything around them is way to soaked to show anything else.

🤤🥴😩thank you anon im gonna cum

[afrenchgayguy]

[ultramare69stuff]

[endlesspee]

Can’t wait to do another proper hold. I want to get myself so full I can’t stand straight and then ride the waves of desperation until I have to start grabbing myself to stop the leaks, at which point I’ll realize I’m headed for disaster if I start peeing all over the floor and can’t stop myself, so I have to shuffle over to the bathroom to grab a towel, and while my hands are occupied the bladder contractions get so intense that I let out my first long spurt and start panicking, and the wave of panic subsides, but by now I’m lightheaded and so insanely turned on by the pressure from my bladder that I just drop the towel and kneel right there on the floor and spend the next hour rocking back and forth grinding into my heel and letting out pathetic little sounds as I fight to hold in a ridiculous amount of pee, and the leaks gradually turn into a nonstop dribbling onto the towel because I’ve pushed my muscles to the absolute limit and they’re giving out, but I’ll keep holding until the very last second because there’s nothing like that final wave of desperation when your bladder is so exhausted that it seizes control and empties itself without giving you any say in the matter—and then you’re so shaky and warm and wet and blissfully empty that you feel like you’re vibrating and walking through a light mist the rest of the day.

[bellaneedstopee]

Friends Who Pee Together, a pool piss story

Hello everyone! I felt like I needed to tell you guys about a real experience I had a few weeks ago at a pool party with some friends.

Pool parties always seem to create some sort of pee scenario; maybe its the drinks, maybe its the splashing water, maybe a bit of both. We hadn't even been there for an hour when one of the girls I was sitting next to, let's call her Amy, looked up at me, giggled and said "is it bad that I'm already peeing in here?" Another girl shrieked and climbed out of the pool, while I stood speechless next to her and looked down, realizing she wasn't kidding. I could see a slight cloud of yellow seeping out of her bikini bottoms, dissipating into the pool and surrounding us. I was standing in her piss. I couldn't decide whether it was gross or hot. Her friend chastised her for peeing in the pool, telling her she shouldn't have said anything, but I couldn't get the image of the faint cloud of pee in the clear water out of my head.

A couple hours later and several drinks deeper, I was sitting beside of the pool beside Amy and another of our friends, let's call her Summer. I had realized a little earlier that none of us had gone inside to use the bathroom, and it was starting to affect Summer. Her legs were tightly crossed and her foot was jiggling. "Gotta pee, Summer?" Amy teased. "You have no idea, I'm about to burst!" Summer groaned. "I have to go too," I chimed in. I wasn't desperate but my need was becoming distracting, and the sounds of our other friends splashing in the pool wasn't helping. "Same," Amy said. She always has to pee. Summer stood up, scanning the backyard. "Come on, let's go behind the shed!" She said, bouncing up and down a little, legs still pressed together. Amy and I jumped up, and Summer took off running across the yard. "Wait!" I yelled, running after her but when Summer says she has to go, she can't wait. By the time Amy and I got behind the shed, Summer had already pulled her bikini down, squatted and was unleashing a strong, desperate stream onto the grass! Laughing, Amy and I squatted near her, and I realized I had to go worse than I thought, as wee began flowing out of me faster than I expected. My stream wasn't as strong as Summer's, and my pee went all over my butt and my thighs. I always have a hard time controlling my spray! Amy was crouching by a bush, her butt pressed low to the ground. I could hear a faint hiss and I saw a little river of pee forming in the grass, spreading away from her. I looked back up at Summer, and saw that she was still going! "God damn girl, you piss like a racehorse!" Amy exclaimed, and Summer laughed. "I told you guys I had to go! I thought I was going to burst!" I couldn't look away. She had no shame. Her torrential stream was still spraying the ground at full force, pussy fully out in the open. She can power piss like i couldn't believe! I had finished peeing but I remained squatting on the ground, letting the piss drip off my butt, surrounded by my urinating friends. Summer finally finished, bouncing her butt up and down a little to try to drip-dry a little. Amy and I pulled our bikinis up a moment later, giggling about the puddles we'd made. "I feel like I lost weight!" Summer said. "Girls who piss together, stay together." Amy replied, and we returned to the pool, ready to rejoin the party after our communal tinkle.

[gaypissingporn-o]

[jesteromo]

Naturally I think about being dommed when I'm holding or being fucked when I'm holding but. Recently my biggest fantasy has been just casual cuddling in bed with a full bladder. Having someone next to me with their arms wrapped around me, knowing they can feel every shiver and twitch and little desperate movement I make against them. Hearing them laughing at me softly when I gasp or whine from how badly I need to pee. Getting teased and tickled across my thighs and stomach, having my bladder pressed on and circled with their fingertips while I bite my lip and moan into their chest. Not being so full that I'm in danger of wetting the bed, but still aching and swollen enough that I can't stifle my embarrassing whimpery noises and bucking hips. Just laying there, cosy and comfortable apart from the throbbing fullness of my bladder, knowing I'm not allowed to get up until they let me. Absolutely dying for a trip to the toilet but at the same time not wanting to leave because they're stroking my hair and kissing me all over and murmuring how cute and pathetic I am. Kept waiting until I can't help but wrap my legs around their thigh and grind helplessly to try and take the edge off, getting worked up and frustrated, still bursting to go. Or something.

[endlesspee]

Peeing outdoors is such a big fantasy for me, and the nice spring weather makes it that much worse. The sun comes out, and all I can think about is how would feel soooo good to have my pants down, bare butt out for anyone to see, pissing a huge stream straight onto the grass or the dirt.

I live in a really busy area and I’m way too much of a coward to try it in reality, but I just want to go and sit in a park and let my bladder fill and then at the last moment dash and squat behind some bushes, praying the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze is enough to cover all the gushing and splattering and sighing.

[ash-isnt-desperate]

any chance we could get the story leading up to your little... incident last night? (no pressure if you don't wanna ofc)

ofc !!

I started holding kinda by accident, had a tea and some water just going about my evening and a few hours later i had to go so I just thought why not yk... not go?

anyway I then spun a wheel that's somewhere floating around on tumblr and got told to drink 3 cups of water, another wheel told me to hold for 3 hours (that was never happening). I chugged the first 2 cups at my bathroom sink and was literally dancing through the whole thing, I could NOT stay still, I was tapping my feet and fidgeting with my clothes it was so intense... I took the last cup back to bed and tried to get through it as quickly as possible because every sip felt like pure torture.

Pretty much as soon as I got done with the 3rd cup i decided I was gonna really test myself and go on a walk, I changed into some tight black shorts that wouldn't show leaks as well and grabbed my keys to head out.

now at this point I know damn well I'm not making it 3 hours, the timer I set has 2½ left and I'm struggling to walk down the street looking normal. I also know that the cold only makes me need to pee worse and it's not exactly balmy out. But, another thing about me is that I don't really leak and have only managed a genuine accident once (with the help of someone giving me challenges) my bladder doesn't just give out on me without my giving it grief first. So knowing this, I'm thinking I'm gonna wander through the woods, maybe let out a couple cheeky leaks and get home even squirmier than before WRONG! I'm walking with my thighs pressed as tight together as possible (trying with all my might not to grab myself) once the gate to the park comes into view my need somehow doubles as if somewhere in my head I'd decided that was a safe place to let go. I get just about on the other side of the gate before I'm full on potty dancing, like shuffling around, jumping, hands between my legs, the whole shebang. I also notice that the crotch of my shorts isnt quite as dry as i thought it would be... my walk here wasn't as controlled as i thought. I'm more desperate than I've ever been outside my house and everything in me is saying to just pull my shorts down and take a leak in the bushes.

but why would I do that? I ignored that little voice and pushed myself farther than I ever have before (atleast without someone else helping me) and continue my dancing. Eventually, I end up pretty much just stuck in place and I feel a huge leak like this isn't just making a little wet patch this is dripping on the ground. I mean I can stand by what I said earlier, I'm not a leaker, because I didn't even manage to stop that leak properly before my bladder clamped down and forced a good quarter of my bladder out (leaving that lovely puddle you saw last night) it ran down the back of my legs and I was staggering around in complete shock.

I managed to regain enough control to continue my walk with relative ease (the intense desperation was gone). I got maybe 5 minutes further into the woods before it came back tenfold though and I lost the rest of my bladder to the ground (there may or may not be pictures/videos of this) at this point I decided it was time to get the fuck home, my walk back left wet footprints and a couple teeny tiny puddles where anything left in there dripped out.

so yeah! that's the tale! I'll try post atleast a picture of the final puddle if this site is nice today ;)

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[endlesspee]

Peeing outdoors is such a big fantasy for me, and the nice spring weather makes it that much worse. The sun comes out, and all I can think about is how would feel soooo good to have my pants down, bare butt out for anyone to see, pissing a huge stream straight onto the grass or the dirt.

I live in a really busy area and I’m way too much of a coward to try it in reality, but I just want to go and sit in a park and let my bladder fill and then at the last moment dash and squat behind some bushes, praying the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze is enough to cover all the gushing and splattering and sighing.

[gomonomo]

Fuck I’ve really got to pee.

I’ve been holding all through a looong nap and I just woke up bursting, my underwear have the slightest dampness to them, I’m not sure if I leaked in my sleep but it seems likely.

I’m going to try hold just for another 15 mins to see how far I can push it but I can barely sit still oh my god

[gomonomo]

I didn’t make it, about 7 mins after that post I let out a spurt and realised there was no chance I made it to the bathroom without a huge mess and i didn’t go NOW.

I had to wriggle back and forth breathing deeply and clenching down as I put on my robe to make sure none of my roommates saw my wet underwear and I made a mad dash for the toilet.

When I got there I let out another leak involuntarily just at the feeling of being so close.

With how suddenly it call came on I had the idea to measure my output and instead of sitting on the toilet I grabbed an empty glass jar from a used up product and jumped in the shower, frantically holding back little droplets I managed to pull my underwear down and to get the lid off and my stream burst into the jar.

Unfortunately it was filled in only a few seconds and I felt like there was no way I was going to be able to stop as I saw the yellow line rising but I managed to cut off my stream just in time.

Legs shaking I decided to challenge myself and my endurance, forcing my bladder to hold out for the amount of time it would take to carefully screw the jar lid back on and grab another container.

When the second container was positioned under me I could finally let go fully and my whole body slumped over in relief as the rest of my pee hissed out of me, going for a good 35 seconds more I almost reached the brim of the second container.

I couldn’t believe I had been holding all that inside of me for so long I just crouched there on all fours chest heaving for a while getting my breath and waiting for my wits to come back to me.

Then I cleaned myself up and went to go grab a liquid measure from the kitchen, bringing it back I poured from the jar into it (almost 500ml!), and then from the container until I hit the 700ml mark that is the top of the measuring cup. But to my surprise there was still lots left in the container, my previous record for a measured hold (who knows about the other clothes wetting accidents) was around 750/800, so I dumped the contents watching them swirl down the drain and measured the remainder of the container which was another 360ml bringing me up over the litre mark!

No wonder I didn’t make it for the 15mins I had hoped.

[gomonomo]

While typing that off I noticed a ticking feeling from my bladder and sat quickly on the toilet and let out another 8 second stream.

I love a secondary wetting after the main event like your bladder is just so exhausted it can’t cope with even the smallest amount it wouldn’t register on a regular day.

[gomonomo]

Fuck I’ve really got to pee.

I’ve been holding all through a looong nap and I just woke up bursting, my underwear have the slightest dampness to them, I’m not sure if I leaked in my sleep but it seems likely.

I’m going to try hold just for another 15 mins to see how far I can push it but I can barely sit still oh my god

[gomonomo]

I didn’t make it, about 7 mins after that post I let out a spurt and realised there was no chance I made it to the bathroom without a huge mess if i didn’t go NOW.

I had to wriggle back and forth breathing deeply and clenching down as I put on my robe to make sure none of my roommates saw my wet underwear and I made a mad dash for the toilet.

When I got there I let out another leak involuntarily just at the feeling of being so close.

With how suddenly it call came on I had the idea to measure my output and instead of sitting on the toilet I grabbed an empty glass jar from a used up product and jumped in the shower, frantically holding back little droplets I managed to pull my underwear down and to get the lid off and my stream burst into the jar.

Unfortunately it was filled in only a few seconds and I felt like there was no way I was going to be able to stop as I saw the yellow line rising but I managed to cut off my stream just in time.

Legs shaking I decided to challenge myself and my endurance, forcing my bladder to hold out for the amount of time it would take to carefully screw the jar lid back on and grab another container.

When the second container was positioned under me I could finally let go fully and my whole body slumped over in relief as the rest of my pee hissed out of me, going for a good 35 seconds more I almost reached the brim of the second container.

I couldn’t believe I had been holding all that inside of me for so long I just crouched there on all fours chest heaving for a while getting my breath and waiting for my wits to come back to me.

Then I cleaned myself up and went to go grab a liquid measure from the kitchen, bringing it back I poured from the jar into it (almost 500ml!), and then from the container until I hit the 700ml mark that is the top of the measuring cup. But to my surprise there was still lots left in the container, my previous record for a measured hold (who knows about the other clothes wetting accidents) was around 750/800, so I dumped the contents watching them swirl down the drain and measured the remainder of the container which was another 360ml bringing me up over the litre mark!

No wonder I didn’t make it for the 15mins I had hoped.

[gomonomo]

Fuck I’ve really got to pee.

I’ve been holding all through a looong nap and I just woke up bursting, my underwear have the slightest dampness to them, I’m not sure if I leaked in my sleep but it seems likely.

I’m going to try hold just for another 15 mins to see how far I can push it but I can barely sit still oh my god

[pissradio]

Hyperspecific scenario i havent been able to stop thinking about:

Two people for whatever reason are determined to do a holding contest but don’t want to deal with any kind of cleanup. So, as they start to get desperate, lose confidence in their ability not to leak, they move to the bathroom to either stand at/sit on the toilet. If one of them is sitting the other has to have a container at the ready, since sharing would be messy and that’s what they’re trying to avoid. (Or maybe they’re both standing at the same toilet, or they’ve both got containers.)

The point is, they’re both naked from the waist down to avoid dirty laundry, and they’ve both positioned themselves in ways they associate with relief. They’re squirming right over the toilet, or with their hand around their cock, pressed against the rim of whatever container they’re holding against themselves. When one of them finally starts leaking, it’s unbearably obvious. The spatter of liquid on liquid, the sound of the first few drops filling a container.

Longer leaks cause strained arguments over what counts as losing, as they both have their thighs pressed together, dripping through their fingers, barely able to talk through the desperation.

Someone has to break first, and maybe it’s the one who’s got a container, while the other is sitting on a toilet, barely holding it together. They are no longer able to instinctively stop their leaks, and have to put real effort into cutting themself off.

Their container is visibly filling, and the other person is calling them out on it, there’s no way that doesn’t count. It doesn’t matter, since they soon lose the ability to stop their leaks at all and begin pissing helplessly. They let out a moan and unconsciously widen their stance.

The other person, sitting on the toilet, revels in their victory for a few short moments before they give in to their own desperation. It’s orgasmic.

The loser realizes they’ve underestimated the size of their bladder, and their container is about to overflow. They instinctively panic, but remember they’re in the bathroom and the tile is easy to clean. They’re still frozen, at the mercy of their body, and can’t even move to set down the container. They really don’t want to get piss on their hands, though, and it’s all they can do to shift their hips away so that they’re pissing directly on the floor. They’re half hard from the effort of holding it and the feeling of their hand around their cock as they tried to hold themself back.

(Being into omo but also being kind of a neat freak is so funny)

ughh someone fighting against their bladder even though they're slowly losing control is always hot 😵‍💫 im very into the detail of one person using the toilet while the other has to use a bucket or something... maybe the person who leaks first has to use the bucket?