this is my omo blog

you can call me oreo. femme trans boi. he/him. pansexual. 19. currently working at a gay sex shop. main porn blog: moonorio.tumblr.com

[omosalami]

God I absolutely love fiction where characters are dying for a wee for an entire day but they just can’t get a chance to fully relieve their bladder

Not that they haven’t gotten any release, maybe they get to pee for a few seconds but get interrupted and have to stop and hold the rest

Maybe even they were in a hurry after waking up and forgot to use the bathroom before leaving the house

They are bursting and finally have the opportunity to relieve their overfull, aching bladder but a few seconds of blissful relief they have to force their muscles to clamp down and stop urinating cause of an emergency, maybe someone pulled a fire alarm and everybody has to evacuate immediately, and it would be unsafe to continue having a wee so they scramble to pull their pants up and walk through the emergency exit to stand outside, trying not to squirm or hold themselves while they hold back an extremely full and tired bladder

They manage to keep it all inside somehow as the firefighters clear the building and everyone is allowed back in. But that little crisis put them behind on their work so no break for them, they need to immediately get back to work to make up for the half an hour they were stuck outside. They’ll go as soon as their work is finished up, they tell themselves…

But every time they go to the bathroom, or find another place to wee, something always happens so after getting more and more relief they’re still kept constantly desperate, never able to let their entire bladder empty

[omorashi-jones]

I’m doing omovember themed polls on my patreon this month. All tiers can participate!

[twinkleomorashi]

Okay but imagine your fc (character A) desperate on a road trip with character B. Character B asks if they’re ok and if they need to use the bathroom and they are too embarrassed to admit it so they pretend they’re fine.

They actually make it to the destination, though by then they have to piss so bad it hurts. Of course, they said they didn’t have to go earlier so it would be embarrassing and obvious if they made some sort of mad dash for the bathroom right away.

So instead they try to act calm and put away their luggage etc. They keep promising themselves they’ll go soon, but keep putting it off out of embarrassment and self consciousness. Finally, they realize they can’t take it anymore and start shuffling to the bathroom while trying not to make it obvious they even have to go, but also leaking with every step.

Character B is a little on the oblivious side and doesn’t notice A’s predicament, so they decide now is a good time for a post road trip shower and make it into the only bathroom before A.

What happens next is up to you. Does A panic and plead with B through the locked door, admitting that they’re practically wetting themselves as they speak? Or do they keep quiet and try to keep holding it to no avail? What’s B’s reaction when they finish showering only to see a soaking wet A shivering in the doorway.

[sierraseax3]

I’m not very good at yoga...

[annonn-omo-deactivated20210726]

I’d really like to just have a girl that is into/open to holding for me. Set a day up where we can do whatever, but I am in full control of her bladder. I decide when, where and how long she gets to pee. I get to rub her bladder, have her grind herself aganst me, have her tell me how horny she is and how bad she has to pee. Not let me know if her panties are wet from wanting me inside her or the pee wanting out. And to see her lose control for me, flood all out and down her legs.

[thisiskindafucked]

Library omo prompts

Hey but seriously, think about this.

- Accidental wetting/leaking in a library setting where it’s so quiet every drop can be heard like it’s 1000lbs on the floor.

-Someone loosing control in the middle of an aisle of books when the library becomes crowded. It starts off slow, barely noticable, but soon everyone in the place can hear their soft embarrassed sniffles and the faint ‘hissssss’ of the flow staining their pants and the ground below them. Patrons turn their head to see the person, red with embarrassment, attempting in vain to cover their teary face or their huge leak with a small novel.

- Someone during a hold having to go so so badly while a librarian is talking to them and reccomending new books or helping them find something. They shift around, grabbing at their pants as discreetly as they can while making stuttered excuses : “t-thank you but really I must - I’ve got to go now, I think I have w-what I was looking for-”

-A College/Gradschool student who’s been in the library all day to complete some research paper without a bathroom break slowly getting more and more desperate, and convincing themselves they don’t need to go until it’s too late.

-Said student ^ starting out fine but becoming truly and utterly fucked as time goes on. They become more stiff, more ridged, and more squirmy in their seat, trying to grind themselves into the chair to get the friction to stop them from exploding.

-It becoming so bad that the student realizes they won’t be able to make it to the bathroom without peeing themselves in front of everyone. They try to get up once, immediately fall back down with a loud whimper or a yelp, desperately holding their tummy or crotch as to not start to leak.

-Student starts to get teary eyed with stress and embarrassment.

-Librarian or someone with them comes up around them, thinking they’re sick or upset, places a firm hand on their abdomen over the students own to ask “hey, are you alright…? You’ve been here all day, maybe it’s time to take a break?” And the pressure causes them to completely loose control, peeing all over themselves, the chair, and possibly the person involved.

So just. Library omo.

[sierraseax3]

Yoga adventures continue...

[sokinky-sowet]

You can’t tell but I leaked. Hard and fast gush of pee. My bladder is waaaay too full to be pressed on. I’m still holding as I make these gifs from the video and I’m dying. My bladder is enormous. My clit is huge and throbbing and my pee is pressed against the hole. I’ve hardly leaked except for this so it’s so extremely plump and full. It wants a break.

[lil-kazza]

Incase you missed it here is me waiting a little too long to go potty. Really thought I could hold it when I got up, but I was a bit too distracted. Maybe I’m not ready for pull-ups 🙈

[holdin-n-hornee-deactivated2021]

Need to pee so bad!! Pretty sure this is what my bladder looks like right now! 😩 💛

[wetumbrellaz]

y'know what? big fan of the idea of being forced to act casual while im straight up bursting

"no grabbing yourself, thats too obvious. nuh uh, you're squirming too much, cut that out. yes, i know you have to pee, but that's YOUR problem. don't be so embarrassing."

[omohomo]

me trying to explain the appeal of omorashi to some one

[babeybunny]

Characters that don’t want to admit they’re going to wet themselves because they want to be seen as cool or stoic have a special place in my heart

[twinkleomorashi]

Okay I know it’s been said before but when they’re trying to act like their fine and then a wave of desperation hits and they instinctively grab at themselves?? That’s quality content

[omg-needtopee]

W from the ABC asks?

Ooh a fantasy… I have so many ;) 

One that always comes to mind is going out with someone who knows how much I love omo. We go to a restaurant, and they order a bottle of wine, winking at me as I finish my first glass. “Don’t rush through it babe, you don’t know when you’ll be going to the bathroom next…”

I have a pretty ok time holding my bladder, but when I start to not know when I can go next (new places, airplanes, etc.) sometimes the nerves get to me. As soon as they say that, I take a mental check of where my bladder is at - and immediately panic, thinking I’m almost full. Watching the liquid flow into my glass and splash. I take a few breaths, and smile. This is going to be fun. 

A few glasses in, I now think I really am starting to feel it. My legs are starting to shake a little, a little mini pee dance in my chair. Not out of desperation, but just out of a slight discomfort. My knees are definitely squeezed together. They drop their napkin.

“Oops!” and as he bends down to pick it up, I know he’s looking at my legs under the table. How close together they are. How I’ve pulled up my skirt so the elastic isn’t over my bladder, but on my waist now, the little bulge where my fullness is sticking out.  I flush a little, and try to stop the shaking for a moment, wishing I could hold better than I could - but he and I both know that alcohol makes everything so much worse for me, and goes right through me.

When he sits back in his chair, he smiles. “You okay?” 

“Doing great,” I smile back. “How about you?” I’ve been watching him, and he’s not only had as much wine as I have, but three glasses of water - the waiter keeps refilling. He has a much higher tolerance than me, but I know this is still more than usual…and he wants to play. 

“Doing great. Let’s get the check” He gets the check and we go to leave. The second we stand up I feel my bladder send shivers. “oooh,” I wiggle my hips a little. “Just to let you know -” my voice still cracks everytime I say it, “I kinda have to go to the bathroom..but I can wait for the next place”

“Good. You’ll need to,” he says. As we leave, he pushes up close behind me as we walk out the door and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. “Naughty boy….” I turn to him, and he presses me against the wall outside the restaurant, kissing me..and grinding into my bladder.

My panties are wet (but not from leaking..yet) as I squirm under him, feeling his cock twitch as I grind my crotch against his leg to help me hold. “I actually…really have to go…” I whisper in his ear “…and if you keep doing this…I…”

He releases me. “You might what?” he asks, playfully. As we wait for a cab, he shifts foot to foot. “You know..I kinda have to pee too…” 

“I saw you drinking all that water! I knew it. But big boys can hold it, can’t they?” I ask, casually crossing my legs (though internally, it wasn’t casual at all)

“Yes. But so can big girls.” He shoots back. 

Our cab arrives, and we go to the next bar. As we walk in, it’s icy cold - the AC must be blasting. It hits my bladder like a wave, and I let out a little gasp. “Ooh…” and I feel the first contraction, the first risk of leaking, as I tighten up and press my legs close. 

We sit down, and he immediately downs the water. “I’m trying to catch up to you…” he whispers, running his foot against my leg (tightly crossed) under the table. He winces a little and adjusts his pants. I feel my panties getting damper, still not from any leaks…but from watching him, knowing how little he shows, knowing how much he’s had to drink, and that little adjustment meant everything. 

When I have to go - I can hold it usually for some time. Alcohol and caffeine do me in, but I still have a runway. Him, on the other hand, when he has to go, it’s time. We’ve been in shopping malls and I’ve seen him go from nothing to sneaking quick grabs and shuffling towards the bathroom. We’ve been in the car, and I’ve had to pull over while he yanks out his dick - sometimes leaving a few spots on his boxers. 

I knew this was it. 

Our drinks come, and I can barely look at mine, let alone think about drinking it. I have to pee. But I know he does too, and I want to have some fun watching it, and enjoying this desperation - I get so turned on when I have to go.

He’s getting a little red, and as he grabs his martini glass, I notice his hands shaking a little. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You know now..I’ve really gotta go. I gotta go-” he bites his lip, and I see his hand brush his pants and make a quick grab, “like right now.”

“I’d like you to hold it for me.” My legs are crossed tight, knowing his need makes mine so much worse.

“I am. I did. I mean- I am, but,” when his words get mixed up like this, I know it’s time. I take a sip of my drink. Damn. It feels like it goes straight to my bladder. 

“I’ve had to go for an hour, and I’ve held it. I’ve squirmed under you, and kept my legs tight, and been a good girl. Now you, hold it for me, just for a minute.” 

His eyes stay on me as he takes another sip and winces, adjusting his pants up again, away from his bladder. He must be dying. I’m so horny now, I just want to take him and fuck him, but know we’ll never make it home. 

“Ok, babe,” he looks at me and adjusts himself again, this time the grab even more obvious. This is a very special show for me. 

“Here’s the plan,” I whisper to him. “I’ve gotta go too. And I’m a wreck watching you. I honestly think I might leak when I stand up, so we need to get to the bathroom. It’s in the back, and they’re unisex. Let’s get in there together. I’m going to go first…and don’t make a scene.”

He nods. I take another squeeze of my legs, feeling his eyes fixated on my crotch, and uncross them, exhaling. Fuck. I knew it, and I can feel that first dribble on the edge, ready to escape. Fuck. I should’ve gone at the restaurant. I hope this bathroom isn’t far. I stand up and feel the first leak escape, and take a look at him with a grimace. I cross my legs tight again.

“What’s going on? Go!” he whispers.

“I’m…trying…to get control!” I whisper back, tightening with everything I got.

I hurry over to the bathroom. Feeling a few leaks escape. I get inside, and immediately grab myself, cross my legs, and squirm. I take my panties off, so anything I lose won’t ruin them. He’s in a moment later, already undoing his belt. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” he exclaims, holding himself. “Help me undo this damn belt!”

I know what this means - he’s losing control too. Underneath, he’s already leaked, if he has to grab like that, there’s no other choice. I help him with his belt, kissing him although he fights me. We’re two squirming messes, and using my hands to undo his belt means that I’m constantly leaking now, little squirts running down my legs as I stomp up and down trying to keep control with this dance. 

“Stop!” he exclaims, grabbing his zipper. There’s not time for my terrible coordination on this belt. 

He gets his dick out of the zipper and I see it’s dripping - there’s already a spot on his pants. I’ve never seen this. Desperation, yes. Losing it like this - god I could cum already.

He’s pissing a heavy stream in the toilet, exhaling, while I’m dancing and holding myself next to him. “Hurry! I can’t, “ I gasp, “wait!”

He stops the stream, a feat I can tell from his face wincing. “Go now,” he knows I’m going to piss all over the floor otherwise. Now it’s my turn to let go, and god it feels good. Watching him still squirm (I also find that stopping mid-piss is even harder than holding to begin with, especially when desperate) while I get relief….

He tells me to spread my legs, so he can go again too. I oblige, and he faces me pissing in the front of the toilet, our faces both total ecstasy at this release.

(WOW. writing this got me so wet, and wishing it was real!!!!)

[whenyougottogo]

Absolute perfect scenario. I would love to do this 😍

[paperban]

The Last Resort

[omorashi-spice]