younger subs (18-21 year olds) or new to kink subs, please make friends with other subs. please talk to people who aren’t potential partners about your kinks, please create safety nets for yourselves, please don’t let doms hold too much power over you. it’s easy to miss red flags or to misread them as part of the kink, having other subs to check in with can really help you be less vulnerable to manipulation or coercion.
Also! Make sure to pick a safeword that you will definitely remember but also it'll sound so out of place during play that it immediately draws the attention of your partner.
So. I really fucked up the end, but oddly enough, I never stopped drawing. I just stopped drawing for this because I’ve developed a slightly different artstyle. Regardless, I am going to continue to post some omorashi that I draw, Not a picture a day, though, definitely and evidently not for me.
Either way, this was a fun experiment. Definitely not fit for me, but I can say I almost did it. Apologies for the gap.
The last thing Terry expected when she went city crawling was... well. she didn’t know. The last she recalled was breaching the roof of a twenty-storey building, and then... nothing. Nothing except wetness, humiliation, warmth...
Until she watched the news... that was humiliating beyond belief.
This was it. The last three days of playing all boiled down to this. The last boss of twenty-four. The Ichor Queen was the toughest, most demanding creature in the game; four phases, summoned minions in the first three, attacks that were effectively instakills in the last. Such intensity demanded perfection, and perfection demanded the whole of Sariah’s attention.
Including the attention she had previously given to her bladder. As The Ichor Queen’s healthbar dipped lower and lower into the red, Sariah couldn’t even feel the warm urine spill out and pool around her thighs.
This was it, dammit.
As Barry’s eyes rolled across Carrie’s scantily-clad body, her smile continued to grow when he saw the amber puddle beneath. As common as an occurrence as this was becoming, there was a beautiful feeling every time Barry’s eyes glinted with an evil promise.
Note to self: never start a prank war with a trapper. Adam’s being a real dickhead, and... as much as it sucks, I have to say that he won. Thank god he agreed never to tell.
Her ring of friends stared, breaths bated as Melonie tried the fulfill the ultimate dare aimed at her. While she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, the excited eyes on her filled her with some transcendent kind of determination.
“Holy shit, she’s actually going!”
It was so warm... It felt... nice...
Stuck outside was something that happed al to commonly to Alice. Oddly enough, nature had its own glory. While a large subset of woods in your own backyards is wonderful, and begs for exploration.
And, as always, something else starts begging.
But, with locked jeans she couldn’t possibly work over her hips, and the key she had left at home, Alice had no other option but to make her way bac home in hope of... saving herself. Unfortunately, by the time she hit her porch, her bladder was so overfilled she couldn’t lift her legs enough to step up...
What a pity.
Children could be the worst. Yelita’s brother had come over for a visit, and his twins had come as well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until they had left Yelita realized that the twins had broken the bathroom door’s handle. After three hours of waiting for the locksmith, Yelita could hardly move. The pain was so great, there was no hope in Hell to make it even downstairs.
Oh god!
And then, a message from the locksmith:
“Five minutes away.”
Who’d dare question the Beetle Queen? It was war- given, one they were laughably winning- but who would question a warrior prioritizing their own life over their dignity? The Beetle Queen had seen it, caused it so many times, she would hardly bat an eye.
And indeed, no one dared even look.
Susan’s brain couldn’t even quantify what she was seeing. Her body was frozen, all she could do was quiver. Quiver and pray the creature didn't see her. It was hours before the creature left, but it had long since dried.
Apologies for the wait. I have no excuses except genuine procrastination. Either way, I will also apologize for Day 20, but the teratophiliac within me does not. Regardless, enjoy these images as I work on the last few days. Also, due to my lack of creativity, the lore pieces are growing shorter- apologies if tose made the images better.
Names are hard, man :(
Anya Tresyuh has been... so damn close to this, so many times in her life; from a combination of an overestimated bladder, time and location restraints among so many other factors. But she had so rarely failed to save her dignity.
Unfortunately, a crowded mall, a complicated layout, rare bathrooms and long lines weren’t so kind to Anya. Luckily, no one around knew her... But she certainly wasn’t coming back to this mall any time soon...
This was the feeling Shaya lived for. The leather around her neck, the sticky glue of the tape keeping her cries muffled and brief, the strong tug of her master keeping her in line... the heat from her boiling puddles..
All of it, invaluable to Shaya’s impending orgasms. One after another, growing stronger and stronger until her body couldn’t take them, and then a few more for good measure...
Nothing better than being at her master’s complete mercy.
Avery Maples always surrounded herself with perhaps the wrong crowd. Her parents did their best to warn her, but her rebellious nature always disallowed her listening. When her mother eventually left her father in a whirlwind affair, Avery and her father grew close.
But her rebellious nature only grew further. Hard drugs were never in her cards, but “light stuff” was very common- alcohol, marajuana, tobacco, she partook in with often reckless abandon.
Kinks and fetishes were also something her disregard of judgement allowed as well. Very often.
It-it had just been a spur of the moment thing. A few saucy messages between a pen pal and herself, that was it to get Lissa in the mood. For near fifteen minutes, Lissa stroked herself, imagining all of the dirty things she could possibly picture in her mind- some things she’d never, ever share with another.
So hot... so wet...
Too wet.
As Lissa stared at the growing yellow puddle, she crossed another sinful secret off in her mind that she would never share.
Sandra has always been praised as mature and intelligent, especially since she looked... Well, certainly mature for a twenty-six-year-old. But, for the maturity her body, her personality and her wardrobe boasted, Sandra had... Well, a very immature secret...
One that was becoming all too commonplace for her to entertain.
This was the last thing the mighty beast expected to attack her den. A mighty demon from the pits of Hell, thirty times the size of her usual prey. She was outmatched, and blessed by the fact that the demon was looking to humiliate her rather than kill her.
So, the beast succame to what the demon wanted, lest his desire grow... bloody.
An innocent round of weight training... in a gym with little air conditioning and plenty of water... perhaps Belina overestimated her... capacity. But as the urine flooded out of her, splattering onto the floor loudly and drawing tens of sets of eyes to her sopping shorts, Belina never expected the release to feel so...
So, the last dual-image before I begin grouping them more heavily. The next prompts should also be pretty interesting, so I’m excited to get into them. Nevertheless, enjoy these days.
Carrie Shepard’s mornings often weren’t remarkable- like most people’s. She had her routine, her schedule, and not much usually changed.
That was, until her college finals came.
Stress became the fuel Carrie ran on- more than food, more than coffee- to the point where when the finals were actually over, Carrie slept for over ten hours, almost immediately after getting home. It was... beautiful.
Except for a few things.... Three cups of coffee, right into a two-and-a-half hour final, a thirty-minute commute home, and a ten hour sleep... And now, wet sheets...
When you’re six-foot, two-hundred-forty-pounds and capable of knocking out any man alive, not many people can actually tell you what to do.
In short, being Shonna Odara is a nice thing.
State-record weight lifter, Shonna Odara.
And what does such a woman do in her free time? Well, something people might wish they could tell her not to do, but... Well, who would want to try?
So, with the changes I just made public on the roadmap, a lot of stress has been lifted from me. Here are days 11 and 12, with 11 actually being one of those ‘censored’ images I mentioned. Nevertheless, enjoy.
Damn well nearly all day, Joy had found herself like this- at the tense mercy of her partner. An entire week of disobedience had landed her here... perhaps exactly where she wanted to be.
The feeling of the warm, tight ropes against her pulse, the gag stuffed in her mouth, dulling her cries of pleasure and false despair. And, the longer she was kept like this, her cries of desperation. She squirmed and whined constantly, her belly growing harder and harder as her bladder filled.
But this was part of them game, just as much of the whining, the ropes and the gag. The warmth, trickling down her thighs, the heat between her legs was what she had been chasing. And the feeling... oh, god yes...
Celine’s run was just as normal as her others. She wasn’t a peak athlete, but she was no novice. But, apparently today, her body decided this was not to be a normal run.
Halfway through, in the middle of a park, no bathrooms in sight, Celine felt her bladder prod her. Odd, she had never felt desperate on a run before, and she had done nothing different this morning... Whatever. IT’s not bad... Not yet...
But over just the next fifteen minutes, the desperation gets astronomically worse. In the center of the path, barely able to to move her legs and forced to hold herself, Celine struggles just hold herself now. And even that’s failing, as the warmth in her crotch tells her.
No, I haven't ceased my Omovember challenge (like I did last year) but I have changed the way thing are gonna work going forward.
Essentially, I've felt really bad spamming everyone with single images, so what will be happening instead is large posts, with perhaps a week's worth of work, all under a 'Read More'. This will help keep the work together and keep the tags uncluttered.
At the end of November, I will be collecting the previous posts, fixing up errors and discrepancies I've noticed on a few, and then gathering them in groups of seven. As of now, Days 11 and 12 are finished, and will be posted shortly as a dual post, as well as Days 13 and 14. From there, Days 15-21 and Days 22-30 will be posted as lengthy single posts.
For those interested, a few of these images are a bit too spicy for me to risk them on Tumblr, so they've been... Rather lazily censored. If you're interested in seeing the uncensored images, these will be uploaded to Omorashi.org upon November's end.
There’s been a lot going on in my personal life, and I have had NO time to draw. It might be cooling down soon, but if it doesn’t, expect more of these hybrid day posts. Nevertheless, enjoy.
It had been an accident, really. It had all started from a text- a salacious, arousing text- that had fermented inside of Leah’s mind for hours. In the end, it was all she could think about.
As soon as she got home, Leah’s hand had been under her jeans, her hand on her chest and her lips parted in starved moans. It had taken no time foe Leah to make her way to her bed.
Eventually, Leah found herself mounted on a pillow, numb to near all other sensations in her body- bladder included. When her orgasm edged closer and closer. it finally hit her. The pressure nearly made her stop, but now her head was spinning far too fast for her to even process. She only kept going, until finally...
The release of both pressures was beautiful.
Halloween Night can be a busy and memorable night for almost all. For most, it’s because of the experience- the costumes, the spooks, the aura and the mood of Halloween.
But for Stella Juell? Halloween Night was unforgettable because of the burning humiliation.
Stella and her friends had been out for hours, trick-or-treating with the little ones and partaking within the town’s Halloween festivities. Amongst all the chaos and fun, Stella had willingly ignored her bladder, waiting for the perfect time when she would disrupt her friends the least.
Of course, when Stella’s need to pee grew so large she would have to mention it... She had foolishly agreed to the haybale maze. Her friends, desperately trying to find any exit for her, whilst Stella desperately held herself, doing her absolute best not to...
Day Eight, with most likely my favourite piece so far. The prompt was a fun experiment, and the drawing to complement it isn’t the worst I’ve done as of this challenge.
Sheila Konhurst is a woman who stresses. That’s what she does. About things she can control, things she can’t, things other people control, things no one controls. But, her mind often allows her reprieve from her stress.
Sheila has an ability to zone out to an extreme. Her mind goes almost entirely white, and she has next to no thoughts in this state. Sometimes, the switch is subconscious, sometimes very conscious.
When in her ‘blank’ state, Sheila’s not very aware of anything. The world around her might as well not exist, any sounds fall on deaf ears, and she often doesn’t feel anything. Usually, her body is good at taking her out of her trance on its own when she needs to be conscious again. But, when Sheila’s especially stressed, her body allows itself to remain blank...
You can only make so many images before you begin to run out of distinctly different colours and basic shapes. Nevertheless, we press on into the abyss of this depravity.
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Morgan Trouhill is what pretty much everyone would call an ‘average’ woman. She leads an average life, with an average nine-to-five job. Now, usually her jobs goes on unremarkably, but it can be interesting how one tiny mistake can lead to such unexpected consequences.
One average Day, Morgan’s working on her load, doing a good job with it. About six hours into her eight-hour day, Sophie feels the need to pee. Like your average person, Sophie quickly wraps up her work and goes to the bathroom...
Across the floor from her office, the bathroom... is locked. There’s no posted reason, there’s no explanation, only a locked door and Morgan’s filling bladder. So, she works up the strength, and goes to the next floor’s bathroom. What she doesn’t expect is for the stairs to jostle her bladder to the point of emergency, but they do.
With tears budding and a hand between her legs, Morgan reaches the bottom of the stairs- and it’s also then she realizes; the bathrooms are a bit of a distance away, and her bladder is constricted tight by her belt. And as a spurt rockets from her crotch. Morgan begins to panic;
So, I missed the upload for Day Five, but I did finish it. Out of my images so far, I think Day Six is my favourite, for now. Regardless, further we go.
Emilie Ortuun is often described as outgoing and excitable. Perhaps too excitable. Unable to turn down a challenge, Emilie is perhaps not the best to bring on a night out, especially when alcohol is involved.
Such as one night, when Emilie was challenged to a drinking challenge with her friends. Surprisingly, Emilie managed to drink near everybody- including the fool who challenged her- under the table... But she did not stop.
It was a half-hour before anything came of the sheer amount of fluid cascading through her body. Too excited and too drunk to even realize the intensity of her desperation, Emilie doesn’t even think to leave her friends.
It wasn’t until one of her friends pointed it out did Emilie realize she no longer had to go to the bathroom.
Jamie Brookson has lived a life many think wrong. Unorthodox interest and a commanding personality may put some off, but to those whom shared her interests, and to those that hoped to service her commands, Jamie’s nothing but a gracious partner.
Ever the experimentalist, when her partner of a few years now propositioned a new... idea for them to try, Jamie had no arguments. So, they went on their day, checking in each other nearly hourly. The new experience was electric, but by the time Jamie made it home, her partner was ready and desperate for her.
And she was equal.
The sheer elation Jamie felt, releasing herself in a place she never would have previously even considered. It would have been humiliating, but the pure trust Jamie had laid within her partner made her... accident nothing short of...
Another day. Sometimes, i feel like the more I try to make some dynamic poses, I just fuck everything up, damn. But, we push on, and here’s hoping Day Five and beyond are a little more interesting.
Annabelle Vicsors was always a hard worker. At home, at school and at work. If something’s not finished to her standards, she takes it on herself to make it what it needs to be. Sometimes, this selfless ambition can come at the cost of poor Annie’s health...
Or dignity.
Like one day, when a presentation coming from Annie’s department was rushed on a time crunch. Instead of taking it easy and low-effort, like some in her department decided, Annie worked herself raw, to the literal last minute, to make it perfect.
She didn’t expect, however, to have to present the thing as well. Five hours, no breaking, and a half hour presentation full of talking, standing and being stared at was chilling enough, but add a severe need to pee- and Annie’s small bladder matching her frail frame- and you have...
Note to self; check previous posts- and spellcheck current posts- for overwhelming similarities and spelling mistakes. Regardless, the third day is here with a bit of an odd, ambiguous prompt that I hope I did rather well with.
Omovember Day III: Hate
Evelyn Sullivan is... well, she lives a life many consider to be odd, taboo, perhaps even sinful. Unlike her older sister, Evelyn is quite sharp, but easily bored and easily distracted. She sees normal conventions, like modesty, as... well, nothing more than old traditions that restrict her.
So, she makes up her own rules, incredibly flippant of what others think. Foul-mouthed, brash and unembarrassed and a little spiteful at times. Also a good friend, for those that can tolerate her off-the-wall personality.
In her personal time, Evelyn’s sexual interests are far from conventional, and she holds no shame in it. She knows she’s not hurting herself nor anyone else, so there is no right for judgement. In her own time, she does what she wants.
And sometimes, what she wants to do is spite all of society’s rules.
Here with the second day of Omovember. A bit more risque and quite a bit cruel, but nowhere near the worst I have planned. Fellow sadists, please enjoy. Again, if you have any tips or advice, please let me know.
Omovember Day II: Trapped
Never did Marienne think a simple bathroom break- or lack thereof- would haunt her in such a way. Usually a quiet and introverted girl, Marienne James was the last person you’d think would get into scandalous trouble. But, after humiliating a dangerous ringleader in her college class, Marienne had unknowingly put herself into hot water.
Captured by a group of the girl’s friends, Marienne was taken to a warehouse in an empty, industrial corner of the city, stripped of her clothes and kept to a beam by the cruel young adults.
For hours, she squirmed and screamed for help, until her legs hurt and her throat raw. Then, a pressure in her bladder grew, and grew and grew until the daughter she had humiliated got her even revenge. Marienne was eventually freed, but her clothing stolen. Her uncle found her, shaking and cold in the same warehouse she had humiliated herself in.
Well, well. After the disaster that was my last year's "attempt" at the Omorashi drawing challenge, why am I stepping back up to the plate? Well, I feel that I’ve grown as an artist, and I hope it shows in these pieces.
I've made my pieces slightly more simplistic, so that may help with the whole "daily" thing. I’ve also made it so that no characters featured are preexisting characters- I’ll leave that to my writing.
I should also preface, I've created my own list of prompts for this month because... I wanted to- and some of the other lists, while perfectly quality, didn’t exactly fit my personal tastes. If you're curious of my list, just let me know and I'll post it. Otherwise, here's my first Omovember piece. Any criticism or advice in terms of style or process is very much welcomed.
Omovember Day I: Leaking
Carol Sullivan is... Well, she's a sweetheart for sure, but she's not the brightest. Pictured above is Carol, who finds herself with a full bladder and no bathroom- at least, not one close.
As she looks, she comes up with a brilliant plan; If she slowly allows her pulsing bladder to drain, she can buy herself a little more time to find the bathroom. Ingenious!
... Except for the part where she can't quite stop her desperate flow very easily, so a bit- just a bit- more gets out than she had hoped for. Oh well, at least she can hunt for the bathroom a little easier...
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