Had a little too much gasoline

An omorashi blog for Grillby because I am a sinner (Blog under construction)

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I apologize for the lack of activity on here

school just sucks

activity will kinda go up when school gets out 

or it just becomes the weekend 

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Sans was walking by when he noticed the faint glow from inside the diner. Odd. Wasn't Grillby's closed at this time of night? He stepped inside, opening his mouth to speak, but stopped abruptly. Oh. He was asleep. Better be quiet.

Grillby certainly was asleep, and in quite the deep sleep. Even though he was feeling pretty desperate right now, he wasn’t waking up. He kept mindlessly squirming in his seat. Oh he felt like he was going to burst, but he was still too deep in sleep to do anything about it. 

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*While Grillby is sleeping, I place where damp and cold cloth on the back of his neck, so he feels a bit chilled and moist*

Let’s assume that’s not water. More little whimpers came from the fire elemental, he was absentmindedly crossing his legs (sort of) and squirming so so much more at this point. You can only imagine the stuff he’s dreaming about. If one was paying attention, there was just the smallest wet spot on his pants. It was much harder to hold it in when you’re asleep. 

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Grillby had fallen asleep in his store, and it was after closing. He was sitting in one of his stools with a rag in his hand. If one was paying attention, he was squirming a little bit. Little whimpers were also coming from the flame elemental. He had needed to go earlier, but he was also extremely tired. 

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" Hey. Hey, darling. Look what I can do. " A smug grin spreads across his face as he turns the dial on his chest, waterfall sounds emitting from his speakers.

He tries to keep his mind off it. He’s totally squirming his butt off though. Ugh. He needs to stop drinking so much gasoline... He tried to make it seem like everything was normal, but oh did that make his bladder unhappy. 

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Pokes with a metal pole

“Don’t do that.” 

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okay but 

Grillby needs more asks

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It was Grillby’s day off. He had been sitting on the couch all day, binge watching a bunch of tv shows. He had carelessly drank quite a few cans of gasoline. He was just starting the comercialless viewing of his favorite MTT movie. When he realized that his bladder was quickly becoming full... He ignored it at first, making himself quite comfortable. He found that at least an hour into this three hour showing, he was squirming pretty badly. Ugh. He might need some intensive to see this movie through. 

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" Grillby, darling~... you seem to be squirming an aw~ful lot, there... " Mettaton cooed, walking up behind the fire elemental and quickly wrapping his arms around him to prevent escape. " Do you need some assistance in relaxing~? "

“M-Mettaton… Not again… These are new work pants…” He crossed his legs, using his arms to try and pry Mettaton’s arms away. Ugh, he needed to go… He let out another whimper as he felt his desperate situation get more… Desperate. He hoped his bladder could survive Mettaton and his hands… “F-Fuck… Mettaton, please let go. I need to find a bathroom…” He whimpered again, oh the pressure was immense. Grillby was practically dancing in his arms.

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The robot let out a sly chuckle, holding Grillby a little closer to his body. Those brand-new work pants were going to get soaked with gasoline, and soon–he could already tell. He pushed down just a liiiittle bit harder on the other’s bladder, his second hand still continuing to stroke the fire elemental’s inner thigh.

“ We both know how this is gonna end, sweetheart~… So you might as well just let go like a good little flame, mnh~? “

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Grillby shook his head. He didn’t want to lose it... He couldn’t lose it again. He couldn’t... As other pushed harder on his bladder, he did his best to hold on, but focused a little more of his efforts to try and escape. He pushed his hands on the other’s arms. Though he couldn’t do all that much with his bladder feeling like it was going to burst. “L-Let go...” He tensed up for a minute. He felt a small amount of gasoline leak out of him. His face quickly turned a little blue. 

“Please... I’m getting really... Really desperate here Mettaton... I need to use a restroom...” 

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" Grillby, darling~... you seem to be squirming an aw~ful lot, there... " Mettaton cooed, walking up behind the fire elemental and quickly wrapping his arms around him to prevent escape. " Do you need some assistance in relaxing~? "

“M-Mettaton… Not again… These are new work pants…” He crossed his legs, using his arms to try and pry Mettaton’s arms away. Ugh, he needed to go… He let out another whimper as he felt his desperate situation get more… Desperate. He hoped his bladder could survive Mettaton and his hands… “F-Fuck… Mettaton, please let go. I need to find a bathroom…” He whimpered again, oh the pressure was immense. Grillby was practically dancing in his arms.

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“ Mn, you know, sweetheart… If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re getting pretty used to my little teasings. “ Mettaton said with a chuckle, applying the slightest of pressure on the other’s bladder. “ Perhaps I’ll have to mix it up a bit this time, no? I mean, where’s the fun if you’re already expecting what I have in mind for you? “

He allowed an arm to coil down a bit lower to gently rub Grillby’s inner thigh, nice and slowly.

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Grillby squirmed in the other’s grip. He couldn’t believe that his body was so used to this already. He was already getting extremely desperate, even more than he already was anyway. He felt the other just press on his bladder slightly, causing even more pressure in his bladder, and now the other was gently rubbing his thigh, one of his more sensitive spots. Dammit, he felt like he was gonna leak, and Mettaton had barely even started his, fun... 

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" Grillby, darling~... you seem to be squirming an aw~ful lot, there... " Mettaton cooed, walking up behind the fire elemental and quickly wrapping his arms around him to prevent escape. " Do you need some assistance in relaxing~? "

“M-Mettaton… Not again… These are new work pants…” He crossed his legs, using his arms to try and pry Mettaton’s arms away. Ugh, he needed to go… He let out another whimper as he felt his desperate situation get more… Desperate. He hoped his bladder could survive Mettaton and his hands… “F-Fuck… Mettaton, please let go. I need to find a bathroom…” He whimpered again, oh the pressure was immense. Grillby was practically dancing in his arms.

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“ Don’t worry, darling~. I’ll buy you a new pair in return. “ Mettaton chuckled, wrapping his extendable arms around Grillby like a snake, making sure his hands stopped right above the other’s bladder. “ Come now, my little Grillbaby~. Relax a little. It’s not good to be so tense~. “

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Well, he sounded like he wasn’t leaving, which was always a bad sign. He stopped trying to pull mtt away and stuck his hands in between his legs. He doubled his efforts to hold it all in. Good thing too, because he felt his desperation get that much worse. His body was expecting release, since mettaton has his arms around him. His little whimper turned into a moan. He didn’t want to let go, but at the same time... Ugh, he felt like he was gonna leak. He refused to relax, even for a second. 

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" Grillby, darling~... you seem to be squirming an aw~ful lot, there... " Mettaton cooed, walking up behind the fire elemental and quickly wrapping his arms around him to prevent escape. " Do you need some assistance in relaxing~? "

“M-Mettaton... Not again... These are new work pants...” He crossed his legs, using his arms to try and pry Mettaton’s arms away. Ugh, he needed to go... He let out another whimper as he felt his desperate situation get more... Desperate. He hoped his bladder could survive Mettaton and his hands... “F-Fuck... Mettaton, please let go. I need to find a bathroom...” He whimpered again, oh the pressure was immense. Grillby was practically dancing in his arms.

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Grillby couldn’t help but whimper. He was so desperate for a bathroom right now, but there wasn’t one around. Ugh, why couldn’t he just pay the money to get one installed? It was ridiculous. Though there was nothing he could do about it now, other than dance around in place, hoping that it would become closing time before he lost it. Ugh, why does he keep drinking all that gasoline? 

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You really need to stop drinking so much gasoline Grillby, it's not really helping you.

“I’m fine...” He really wasn’t. His body needed release, and it needed it as soon as possible. Ugh. He really didn’t want to have to do the potty dance again.  

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Aw, Grillby. Looks like you need to go huh? Well, just keep those legs crossed. Wouldn't want /yet/ another mess in your bar.

“N-No... I’m fine. Really.” He tried his best to look relaxed. Oh but did he need to go... It was getting worse, and he was sure he wasn’t gonna make it to close, but he wanted to try anyway. He crossed his legs tighter...  He really didn’t want to lose control again. 

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Its been really slow at the bar today, good thing too, because he really needed to use a restroom. He was acting like everything was normal, but from behind the table was him crossing his legs. In the garbage sat five empty cans of gasoline, a good amount of that gasoline was sitting in his tiny little bladder, and it was steadily getting worse. Ugh, why wasn’t it closing time yet? 

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yes hello I also would like to get the grill the attention