Hi! Iām a nonbinary trans man (They/he). 28 y/o Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. This is my side blog for all things omorashi/piss kink related. Feel free to message & tell me to drink some water if i look dehydrated š
I saw this post earlier and I thought it was a genius idea. Cropped out the original gal who posted it in case she didn't want her face all over Omo Tumblr but hhnnghhhh
The concept for this would go CRAZY.
One designated pisser for an entire room. Everyone sends their piss to one person who has to RACE to the toilet to get there in time.
Someone interested in doing a hold but doesn't want to wait starts accepting every piss request they can get until they're twisted up and biting their lip and stifling their whines because it hit all at once and feels so damn good.
Accepting an emergency piss request from someone about to wet themselves so now you're completely exploding because the amount you agreed to take is incredibly large.
Sitting on a toilet all day just to accept every piss request to keep the feeling of peeing going. Hnnngghhh I would literally kill for something like this.
Thinking about a wizard girl sitting in the back corner of a popular tavern with a little magical device in her pocket that pings whenever she gets a request. She doesn't even think before she accepts. She feels a small hum, and suddenly, her bladder begins to fill up. Most people wait until they're hovered over a privy or a bucket to accept, but the challenge is all part of the fun for her.
Instead, she bites her lip as she feels the tingle branching up from her bladder, gripping the table and wrapping her legs around each other. She squirms in the shadows, holding back little pleasured moans. She enjoys the feeling, breathing quickening.
She watches the Privy line, a shifting bard girl stepping side to side uncomfortably. She reaches for a little device, and moments later, she little gem in her pocket pings. She accepts. The bard looks noticeably relieved, stopping her dancing. The wizard holds back another moan, her whole body throbbing. Her bladder is achingly full, grinding into her own heel. Knuckles white on the edge of the table. She can't help but whimper, head rolling back.
Gods, she has to piss. It's the most full she's ever been. Covering her mouth, she slides out the back door of the tavern and into the alley where nobody can see her. Pushing up her robes behind some crates and barrels, leaving herself exposed to the cool night air. She's humping the air against nothing, one hand pressed against the fullness of her bladder, spiking that desperation past anything she's ever felt before.
She lets out a filthy moan as she releases everything inside of her, everything that filled her up only within 10 minutes alone. The puddle she makes it hot and clear, hydrated to the hells and back, and she holds her robes away from the mess as the stream damn near explodes out of her, chest heaving as she pants and catches her breath.
She pees for so long, she's almost limp by the end of it, a delighted smile across her face as she feels so blissfully empty.
currently obsessed w the idea of him pushing me to drink a lot of water, acting like he is concerned about me being hydrated but when i try to go to the bathroom he doesnāt let me & tells me to keep drinking water & then laughs at me when i cant take anymore & pee starts running down my leg š„²
Ok so weāre in a movie theatre watching your favorite movie that came out in the 70s but is only in theatres again for today and you donāt want to miss a second of it but youāve had a 32 oz icee and a 16 oz coke and youāre about to explode. Iām worried about you (but also kind of enjoying this) and Iām trying to convince you to use the bathroom by pointing out water scenes in the movie and whispering in your ear about how youāre holding 1400 ml and the average bladder should really only hold 1000 max. Are you crossing your knees? Are you rocking back and forth in your seat? Are you reassuring yourself that you can wait because youāll never have another chance to see this movie on the big screen? Can you hold it?
-when a sub finally gets permission to go but can't sit still long enough for the dom to unlock their belt. they're squirming and shaking too bad and end up having an accident anyway
-a dom taking a sub to the bathroom with them to make the sub watch them pee. maybe even makes the sub flush for them or undo their belt buckle. telling the sub how bad they needed to go and how good it feels to be empty
-little checks to see how full their sub is. pressing on their bladder, making them stand with their legs apart, telling them they need to drink more because they're obviously not full enough
-sub who's so far gone that they're not even asking for permission to use the toilet anymore, they're just asking for permission to wet themselves. they know they won't make it anyway
-casual groping. laying and watching tv together, the dom rubbing their hand over the sub's swollen bladder. maybe pressing the heel of their palm into it or tapping it with their fingers
Let's do a more long term notes game! The notes on this post will count at least through Friday (June 26), and will determine the minimum amount of time I have to wait between being allowed to pee between now and the end of Sunday (June 28) at a minimum.
Starting time: 2 hours.
Like: +5 minutes
Comment: +10 minutes
Reblog: +30 minutes
Asks: +1 hour
Max time: 8 hours.
If the post reaches 50 notes, the number divided by 10 is how many full holds I must complete, and it won't count unless I get permission from Tumblr to go. If I fail a hold, anyone can choose my punishment.
And if this post reaches that 50 notes before Friday, the count will continue to accumulate for how many holds I must complete before it stops.
The more sadistic and humiliating the asks/comments the better.
[ The one exception being when I'm at work. I'll do my best to hold, but it can't interfere with my ability to focus sadly ]
Grinding on a full power vibrator with a bladder so full its throbbing. I wrapped thin wires around my nipples and have spike plates pressed to them.
Nothing has ever felt so close to right. Trapped in desperation and pain. The only thing to make it better would be someone here to punish me severely if I even tried to ask for an end to the torment. Watching me closely and scolding me for every twitch they decided was misbehavior. Maybe fixing me somewhere with a chain so I couldn't reach the bathroom. no matter how hard I tried. My hands locked in mitts or wrapped so tightly with tape they almost looked like stumps. Mocking me for being completely and utterly helpless. Using my desperate, pained bladder to erode my dignity, pushing me to beg for more and more depraved things.
What I need is a kinky, sadistic couple or poly thing or roommates. Multiple people who want to see me suffer.
Most ideal is they keep a catheter in me, locked in a way I can't physically go to the bathroom without someone unlocking me. They keep me on a very limited schedule of how often I can empty my bladder. Maybe they keep me gagged or otherwise don't permit me to speak. I go person to person trying to beg to have my bladder emptied. One refuses, the other insists I must have gone already. They torment me more and more, mocking my desperation until I'm willing to do literally anything for even a little relief.
They edge me intensely, with frequent reminders that I'm never allowed to cum. They lock me up in a cage under the bed while they fuck each other's brains out. I get to listen to the more submissive ones beg to cum and earn it while I'm left frustrated just a foot beneath them.
ok ever since a conversation with a certain someone i have NOT been able to get road trip omo off of my mind so in an attempt to purge myself of filthy thoughts:
A and B are kinky friends/a couple going on a little road trip together. A gets to decide what B drinks and which rest stops they get to pee at š
maybe they start bright and early, so A gets B a nice big coffee to help them wake up for the day ahead! two hours later, A pulls in at the first rest stop. "come on, let's go in."
B, who has been visibly shifting in their seat for the last 45 minutes or so: "wait, really?? š³"
"yeah, good to stretch our legs."
when they get inside A is like "OK, I'm gonna go hit the bathroom. why don't you grab yourself a drink?"
and B is justā¼ļøš³š but they don't even ask because they get the picture. they get a soda from the fridge and are still standing there in line flexing their thighs together (out of both a quite strong need to pee and extreme horniness) being teased by the cold condensation on the bottle when A rejoins them
and A just gives a biiiig luxurious stretch and a happy little sigh and B is like "š feeling better" and A is like "phew, yeah, i needed that š soda, huh? that stuff always goes right through me" and all B can do is just bite their lip and shift their weight
another hour on the road and half a soda down and B has their legs wrapped around each other and is openly making little whining noises. especially bc A keeps talking about other great vacations they've had, like the time they went boating on a fast-flowing river, and how freeing it felt to just pull down their pants and pee over the side of the boat into the gushing water when the urge hit. but B is still too proud to ask for a stop, plus know it probably wouldn't even work anyway plus they're more turned on then they've ever been in their life
B is just starting to get truly frantic when A is like "oops, low on gas!" and pulls into the next station. "i guess we should probably hit the toilet while we're here, too."
"we š„ŗ??"
"yeah, wee, exactly!"
A gets the key from inside and takes them around the side. it's a single stall bathroom and no one is around and A pulls B inside. and then starts opening their own pants, whistling
and B is half bent over with their legs crossed so tight just from being in a bathroom, and all they can do as A starts pissing is moan and dance in place
A just over the sound of their own stream. "wow, can't believe i already had to pee this much again! imagine if i hadn't gone since we left this morning. my bladder would be exploding."
"ohh, please!"
"please what?"
"fuck, please can i pee, A, i'm leaking"
"awww, are you gonna piss in my car if i don't let you?"
"yes!!"
"say it." A is just grinning ear to ear, so so turned on.
"oh my god š i'm-- i'm going to piss in your car if you don't let me use the toilet, A, oh please, please--"
"hehe. hmmm well. i guess, for the sake of the upholstery, go ahead."
and before the sentence is even finished B has their half-soaked underwear around their ankles and is absolutely thundering into the toilet with their legs spread so wide and the hugest groan of relief and their mouth hanging open
and tbh they probably get each other off right then and there against the bathroom door, hopefully no one knocks
finally they hop back in the car. A picks up the half-drunk soda and gives it a little shake. "waste not want not!!"
and B is so pink in the face as they unscrew the cap and start chugging
Someone sent in an ask wanting a holding challenge. For some reason I canāt open the message or see it any more.
Ok. So hereās the challenge:
Drink whatever liquid you desire until you feel your bladder start to fill up. Once you feel decently full, squat over a drain (i.e. tub or shower drain). You can take your pants off, but your underwear has to stay on.
Relax your bladder and pelvic muscles. If it feels like youāre about to release completely, youāre doing it right. However, you arenāt allowed to completely empty yourself, so contract your bladder and pelvic muscles. That means you have to cut off your stream. Shoot for multiple small leaks at the most.
Relax and contract. Relax and contract.
(Iāve done this before where Iāll completely relax those muscles but I wonāt allow anything to escape). For this challenge you want to allow enough to escape so you can repeat these steps multiple times and never have a completely empty bladder.
Drink some water/beverage and get decently full again. If you feel fuller this time, bonus points (the points donāt mean or do anything). Squat over the drain and relax and contract your muscles again. Again, you want multiple small leaks. A wet spot should be growing in your underwear. Damp and wet underwear are encouraged (and inevitable) in this challenge.
Repeat these steps as many times as you want. The whole point is to give those muscles a workout. Some people choose to work out to failure. Personally, thatās what Iāve done. And the end result is an accident or three throughout the rest of the day. This is just because youāve tired your poor muscles out.
If you choose to āworkoutā until failure, hopefully your underwear is soaked with pee and you canāt prevent an accident because your bladder is truly tired.
**DISCLAIMER**
Please play safely!! Do not in any way shape or form harm your body. Donāt over-hydrate or do this to the point where permanently weaken your muscles. In no way shape or form am I encouraging you to harm yourself!!!!
Would be soooo weird if you made me piss myself in your lapā¦ like sooo weirdā¦ like especially if no matter how much I begged youād tell me to just keep holding till I was a leaky whining mess.. like that would be soooo strange and it would be sooo weird if every time I tried to get up youād wrap your hands round my waist and push on my bladder as you pulled me back on my lapā¦ like ewwww thatās soooo weird likeee who would even like that..
a recent omo fantasy that won't leave my head, college house party edition!
the location is the shared house of some of my friends, and i've spent the evening talking and giggling with the girl i have feelings for as she downs drink after drink. it's not long before she's complaining about needing to pee but not wanting to break the seal yet. i shrug, putting on my best "who cares?" face and tell her to just go. this makes her get pouty, and she insists she doesn't want to be running to the bathroom over and over again for rest of the night, so she'll hold it as long as possible before going.
time passes, and her movements get more and more squirmy as the conversation continues. she's huffing and twisting her long legs together and it takes everything in me not to outright stare. eventually, she lets out a slurred whine and says "m sooo full, but i don' wanna stop talking to youuu~" i, again, suggest she goes to the bathroom, but she frowns before clumsily climbing into my lap and slotting my thigh between her own. i just sit there, stunned for a moment, before she demands i continue talking to her while she keeps holding. the alcohol mushes my brain as i start telling a completely random story, much more focused on the fact that there is a hot, desperate girl in my lap who is actively rubbing slightly against my thigh. she hums along in acknowledgment for a while before resting her head on my shoulder, mouth just inches away from my ear as i hear the shifting of weight pull a small whimper out of her. i stop rambling at this point and just gently rub her back, thankful that the party has settled on a rambunctious game of jack box and is not paying us any attention.
and then i feel it: a little gush of warmth. the girl gasps and tries to squeeze her legs together, but that only presses my thigh further into her core as she squirms and pants. "i need-- i need to go now i think" she says before stumbling back off of my lap. i almost pull her back down, beg her to let me slip my fingers down the front of her damp panties and wring every last drop out of her, but i don't. instead, i watch her hobble away to the bathroom with a sheepish smile and a wet spot on the front of her jeans.
you want to be good and hold it for us, donāt you, darling? you donāt need the bathroom tonight. your bladder can hold all your drinks inside, hold it all just like itās supposed to. of course it can. your bladderās going to be nice and obedient, just like the rest of you. isnāt that right, sweetheart?Ā
hhhoooly fuck my insides feel insane... my bladder is so ridiculously full... mmph the skin of my belly feels tight w it... šµāš«šµāš«šµāš« mmph
You should really only be going into public bathrooms to wash your hands, fix your hair, and/or take a picture of your swollen bladder to show it off to me. Itās proof that you need to go, isnāt it? Maybe that proof will convince me to let you piss. Probably wonāt. Plus, you like showing off to strangers on the internet
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