We empty our bladders and go out for drinks, no bathroom breaks allowed, and we both have to be desperate before we decide to head home. Here's the catch: we are only going to fuck if both of us make it home without having an accident.
If one of us pisses themself before we make it home, then that person has to get the other one off but isn't allowed to cum and isn't allowed to change until their partner is satisfied. If we both piss ourselves, we can get ourselves off and watch each other, but we have to do it without touching each other and with our soaked outfits still on.
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.
Panties nuzlocke challenge (based on the pokemon challenge of that name) where once a pair of undies is peed in, you can't wear them again, and you lose when you run out... 😈
I’ll admit I didn’t come up with the idea myself, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I like the idea of a sub who doesn’t even realize how much they’ve been wetting themself. Maybe the challenge starts and they don’t even realize it until they’re halfway through their panty drawer. It’s just cute imagining them looking at the last clean pair and knowing that when they eventually soak them that’s it~~~
Sub who wets themselves so much they lose pants privileges and instead of wetting themselves they go around the house leaving puddles
Sub who wets themselves so much that every pair of underwear they wet they lose access to, and when they’re finally out they make the switch to diapers
Sub who’s forbidden from using the toilet even when they can make it, because “you piss yourself so much anyways, why are you whining? Just do it now and get it over with.”
peeing is so fun, you should go whenever you get the feeling! even if it's only a tiny little bit! even if you just went! and you should keep drinking water so that you always have some pee to let out! because it feels so good! just keep doing that! all morning!
oh, how long is this car trip were getting ready for? dont worry about it
i’m really just hooked on the idea of being exposed while leaking today bc imagine a pretty girl in a dress - not super short, but it’s short enough that when she sits, if she isn’t careful there is nothing between her panties and the chair.
and nobody knows it but she’s been out and about for hours and hasn’t had the chance to pee for a while. she’s bursting. but she’s bladder shy, and she’s having fun with her friends, and doesn’t want to take time away to try to pee, just to not be able to go anyway because it’s not a bathroom she’s comfortable with.
and she’s used to this, really. being bladder shy has given her quite the control. she isn’t concerned, really. so she’s just. unbelievably full and having a normal conversation with her friends, sitting on a plastic chair in the back yard at some friend’s party.
you’re not in the conversation, but nearby. you notice her. you can tell she’s a bit awkward in her movements. notice her hand rubbing slowly up and down her thigh. how she doesn’t seem able to sit still, and her thighs are pressed together in a less than normal way.
there are some points of the conversation where she goes a bit quiet, but you can’t hear the conversation enough to know if it’s about that or maybe about what you’re starting to suspect is a full bladder.
her friends move eventually, going to go talk to someone else in the yard. she slowly gets up to go with them, very careful in her movements. but she seems fine once standing. there’s nothing on her dress. she’s not crossing her legs. maybe you were wrong.
as she walks away you notice the chair she was in has… moisture on it? not a puddle, but definitely like something wet had been there. a few moments later she returns, and… wipes the seat with a napkin. she looks around shyly and notices you watching. she blushes but shrugs. “spilled something,” she says, “didn’t want anyone to sit in it.”
you nod and smile, but you know better. you know exactly what she spilled.
she goes to stand with her friends across the yard, and you keep watching her. of course you do. you couldn’t take your eyes off of her if you tried. and she still looks normal, but she’s still constantly moving, swaying in a way that subtly shifts her weight from foot to foot. tapping her foot occasionally. you notice her hand move to her lower stomach a few times, touching gently before moving it away. it seems like a nervous habit. a friend holds out a drink to her. she takes it, and takes a sip, but no more. maybe she’s too polite to say no?
eventually she stills, and you watch carefully to see what is happening. her posture is stiff. in the fun party lighting of the yard you notice it- a drop of liquid dripping down the back of her thigh. just one drop, sliding down, down, down leaving a wet trail behind as it goes. two more follow in quick succession, and you wonder if she’s breaking. if she’ll wet herself right there in the middle of the party. you spare a glance to her face and see that somehow, even as she leaks, she’s still talking; fully involved in the conversation. she must have so much practice with this.
your eyes trail back to her legs and you watch as the other two wet tracks make their way down her leg. you’re not at the right angle to see if there are any more leaks than that, but you can’t risk getting closer. it’s a good thing you’re known for not liking parties. you just go because your friend insists. you’ll have to thank them for that later.
a few minutes later, your eyes catch as a stream of clear liquid drips down her leg - it definitely can’t be called a drop anymore. there’s too much. how are her friends not noticing this?
she’s at her limit, it seems. she excuses herself from her friends and… goes over to the edge of the yard. you know there’s a bike path behind the house, and it turns into forest. none of her friends are going with her, and it’s getting dark. she really shouldn’t go out there alone.
you head over, too. just to make sure she’s safe. but casually, of course. you don’t want to be creepy or make her uncomfortable. as you get closer, though, she hears your footsteps and turns around. her hand flies away from her crotch as she does- seems she was finally holding herself since she’d thought she was out of eyes view. she’s blushing with exertion, but she smiles at you again. “sorry,” she says, waving her hands a bit. she’s shifting from foot to foot. “did you need something? i just had to-“ and she gestures vaguely to the small gate that leads to the woods behind the property. she’s bouncing, a hand on her thigh in a way that tells you it would be jammed against her crotch if she weren’t talking to you.
“s’fine. just wanted to tell you not to go too far into the woods. it can be dangerous.”
she nods, and her smile looks less forced, more genuine. “thanks. i’ll be careful.”
she turns around again and as she opens the gate and goes through it you can see that she’s leaking more now, several more thin streams cascading down the backs of her legs. her flip flops are wet.
you figure you’ll wait nearby the gate until she gets back, just to make sure she’s fine. you’d gotten lost in those woods before, you know they can be tricky.
what you didnt think was that she wouldn’t go far at all. you can hear through the fence a loud, splashing torrent of liquid against dirt and a relieved sigh. it sounds like she’s right there on the path, like she didn’t even make it into the woods. maybe she hadn’t intended to. she pees for a long time. you wish you were wearing a watch so you could know just how long. she must have been holding for hours.
you try not to listen. really you do. you don’t want to be creepy. but it’s so loud, and then less loud, and then a trickle, and the nothing. you’re almost relieved when it’s over, because you’re so turned on and don’t know how much more of that you could take
and then the back gate is opening again and she turns to see you, smiling. her face is still pink, but yours is now, too. she looks far more relaxed. “see, i didn’t get lost or eaten”
you laugh. you didn’t expect her to want to talk to you after that interaction you’d had. you’d figured she would be embarrassed since it was clear you’d caught onto her predicament. “i’m glad.”
she looks you over, then holds up the cup that’s still in her hand. you notice now it’s empty. “want to come with me to get a refill?” she asks, surprising you. “you know, since i spilled mine before,” her smile is telling. she hadn’t seemed like it, but she knew you were watching. maybe that whole time she had known. and now she was smirking, teasing - but it’s not mean, it’s playful. intrigued.
you smile, and take her cup. “we’ll get you some napkins, too. just in case.”
Making your sub promise that they won’t piss their pants today. Before intentionally filling them up with drinks and distracting them until they finally leak and try to run to the bathroom before you stop them-
“You told me you were going to stay dry today. It looks like you already failed. Let’s go.” And dragging them by their hand away from the bathroom while they pout and whine. Before throwing them over your lap and pulling down their pants and spanking them until they’re spurting piss all over you. Then spanking them harder for the mess.
Since this winter has been brutal I’ve been thinking of some snow Omorashi (Snowmorashi?) scenarios for a while.
Having to trudge your way across un shoveled sidewalks and fields to try to find a toilet. The trip taking much longer than usual, and the cold making it much harder to hold on.
Slipping and falling while walking on ice, causing you to lose control and soak your pants right on the ground. Playing off the wet stain by saying it’s just water but everyone can tell what’s really going on.
Getting trapped in a car during a storm because of road conditions or a large traffic jam. No way of getting to a toilet in time. Will you wet yourself in the car or brave it and make some yellow snow.
Yellow snow revealing that you had an accident. Maybe you were even able to get your pants down in time but leaving a large puddle of half melted bright yellow snow around let’s everyone know what just happened here.
That is if you can even get your pants down in time. Snow pants and overalls can be tricky, especially with cold hands. Everything is so cold and finicky it might just feel better to wet yourself now and deal with it later~~~~~~~
I could write more but I think I’ll leave it there for now. There’s TONS you could do with this and I think Snowmorashi is underutilized. Plus now I think I just like saying Snowmorashi lol
Bratty sub who’s banned from peeing in the bathroom so they try taking sneaky pees without their dom noticing. Peeing between the cushions of the couch, in the closet, in the corner of a room that’s barely used…
It’s all fun and games until her dom finds her crouched under a desk, in the middle of a huge hissy piss right on the floor…
From then she’s only allowed to pee when her dom is watching… and he never lets her get undressed first
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