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25 enby || i gave into my demons and made a kink acc || minors dni

[squiirming]

guy who needs to piss sooo bad he’s been grabbing at himself and squeezing his dick, and now it’s half hard, stuck upright in his pants, sensitive head just under his waistband, and every time he squirms it feels like he’s dry humping, and he doesn’t even know anymore if he’s grinding in his pants because he needs to go or because he’s started getting off. is this anything

[rashi-en]

You are sitting at your desk, gripping the sides of your seat with white knuckles. Your legs are trembling from the strain of pressing them together. Your computer is open, but you can't even begin to process what might be on it. Gentle ocean waves splash softly in your earbuds, agonizing in its own special way, but you can't take them off because any movement might break you. On your desk is your pot of coffee, as well as two other mugs brought to you by kind coworkers. All three vessels hold only dried stains and grounds that slipped through the cracks.

You are at Omo Inc. and you have to piss so fucking bad you want to cry.

You shouldn't be just sitting there. You know that. It's a busy day today, and you've been placed as one of the leads of a project that should at the very least ensure the promotion you've been working towards for months. It's always a busy day. That means you should be used to this. Why, then, have you allowed yourself to get so bad today?

Some small part of you - the part that used to be human, used to exist before you started this job - tries to beg to you. It shakes your shoulder and screams with tears in its eyes that all you have to do is find a toilet and use it. Let the rock-hard bowling ball of a flood (at least, that's what it feels like) pour out of you harder than a faucet could ever flow, and get back to work as if nothing had ever happened. But that's not how it works here.

There is only one bathroom at Omo Inc. It's on the first floor, several levels below you, and only non-workers (or workers during off-hours) can use it. There's some special sci-fi stuff attached to the entrance, you don't know how any of it works, but if it recognizes you as a worker, it locks itself and alerts a higher-up to inform you of your permanent dismissal. Without even letting you go.

Many rookies thought they could game the system. Disguise themselves, clock off for lunch to run down. You thought you could too, at one point. But every time, that worker would walk past your desk with tear-streaked faces and piss-streaked pants. And you learned better.

Maybe you should've found a different job, one that values its workers. But the pay is phenomenal, the work isn't too hard, and the hours are pretty good, granted you aren't picked for overtime. All you had to do to keep it was paste a smile on your face and keep the waters retained. You're usually pretty good at that.

Today is not your day.

What usually at this point of time (you check the clock for the umpteenth time, and through the fog of panic and desperation you see it's barely 2 pm. Just after lunch but way, way too long before sweet release) is simply a hotel pool in your bladder, maybe a small lake on a bad day, is a churning, twisting, splashing storm of an ocean. Your pee hole is straining with force, but even then leaks are pushing through the cracks. Maybe those coworkers weren't so nice. Maybe they saw how you rocked and jiggled your leg even as you were deep in focus mode. You have a very admirable position, after all. Many other people would be chomping at the bit for a chance to work as high up as you've gotten.

Your arms shake where they cling desperately to your seat. Fuck fuck fuck you shouldn't have worn your nice pencil skirt. God forbid you try to have a femme day. A nice day, especially after working so late yesterday trying to keep the schedule going. Oversleeping and still dead tired, no time to pee before work. The unforgiving fabric fights for space against your straining bladder, and every little movement makes it push deep into you. The concept of walking feels impossible.

Your brain is overloading. You have so much to do and all you can think about is to pull up your skirt and piss right into the coffee pot. Everything has begun feeling like a hypothetical place to pee, wherever would make the least mess and finally give you some fucking relief.

Someone passes by your desk, and in a form of autopilot you immediately bring your hands back to the keyboard. Can't be caught slacking, after all! Day after day of urgent torture has sculpted you into the perfect worker, and there's no way you can lose that now. Just for what? A few fluid ounces extra? Perish the thought.

You squeeze your legs impossibly tighter. All it does is pressurize your bladder even further. Holding your breath is the only way you can keep the whimper down. Your foot taps subconsciously. You feel like you're about to explode.

The person passes, and something inside of you snaps. You. Can't. Take. This. Anymore.

You stand up in a moment, and in the next hunch over as you pulse and throb and the ocean crashes against your little hole. your hands grip the table so hard that a part of your brain worries about cracking the fake wood. Hair fall over your blushing face, your knees buckles slightly, and you think all at once that you must look so disheveled. But that's not proper. That's not a perfect worker.

You straighten up, as best as you can. It hurts to fully stretch up now, so you're stuck with your butt pushed out a little to carry the heavy weight. Your laptop goes into sleep mode then, and you can see how your abdomen is cut deeply by the waistband of your skirt.

You shuffle down the hall. Not to the elevator. Never to the elevator. Going down costs your job. You can't fucking lose this job. No, instead, with all the practiced ease of being an Omo Inc Employee for months at this point, you take tiny steps and walk to the staff room. Just for a moment of unabashed need.

Two people are there as you enter, taking water from the cooler. You pass through and begin looking down at the Omo Inc reading material on the cheap coffee table in the middle of the room. Standing is honestly easier right at this second, turning the pressure of squeezing and shaking into just a dull ache, intensified with the simple pains of gravity.

The water cooler gurgles and bubbles as its water is released. You whimper. Not loud, not long. Just an "n".

The two workers look at you. You look back. You try to look fine, but then their eyes turn from confusion to humor. They smirk and giggle, and you feel your face heat up even further from humiliation. Hopefully this won't get on your record.

Then, they leave. And as soon as that door slams shut you shove both hands under the hemline of your skirt and let out the longest, loudest keen and crumple into yourself. You are trembling, piss pounding against your hole, pushing back with your fingers to even have a chance at recovering. Your underwear is wet, and you hadn't realized it. Your heart is in your eardrums.

You fall into the lounge sofa and screw up into a panting, moaning, gasping little ball of your usual composure. Your bladder must be full to the brim. In fact, your sure of it. You can't feel splashes and waves inside your body anymore, just the near-deafening siren call of needing more than anything else to be letting it all pour out of you letting it flood the whole floor letting it ruin your oh so pretty skirt letting it out let it out let it out let it out let it-

"You know, this is exactly the opposite of what we look for in Omo Inc. employees."

You look up, teary-eyed and tomato-faced, to see your boss at the doorway, prim and proper. She smiles that perfect corporate smile at your horrible, unperfect appearance, and enters the room. You jolt and breath heavily at the sound of the door closing.

"I was told that there was about to be some . . . spillage in the breakroom. I wanted to survey the issue." she explains in her perfect false-positive tone. Customer voice even to a non-customer. "I didn't think you'd be the cause. You're usually quite composed, aren't you?"

You nod frantically, as if to say "Yes! Yes! I've always been quite composed! I'm the most composed! I've been good, please let me be an exception!". In reality, to speak now would be to risk it all. There is absolutely no hope for you if you aren't given a place to piss. No hope at all.

She bends over (how can she bend over?!) and looks you up and down, left and right. You can't move to stand up, to apologize, to do anything. You are stuck there right on the precipice of losing everything, as though you were an animal dragging itself to a little comfy spot to die.

Then, she nods. Stands back up. And still in her perfect false-happy voice, says, "This will be your only warning. You're lucky you work so well, this is not an opportunity I give to anyone. Towels are in the janitor's closet, and not to be used excessively."

Then, she starts to turn around. starts to walk out the door. You keen after her frantically, trying to move. The largest spurt you've ever accidentally let out stops you in your tracks almost immediately. Fuck, you actually can't move, can you?

Your boss stops at the door. "You may have to put in some overtime after this. We can't have you getting behind." She says, then looks over her shoulder. "I do hope you clocked out before you came here. I do hate it when faithful employees piss themself on company time."

With a final little smile, she steps out the staff room.

And when the door bang shut, everything floods out.

[hysteric-boy]

Orgasm denial but against the top. He’s whimpering and stuttering, sweat pouring down his body as he squeezes the others hips.

“Please my love please I need to cum I need to so bad please let me fill you up.”

“Not yet. I’ll tell when you can cum, I’m not done with your cock. Keep fucking me like a good boy and we’ll see if you get a release tonight.”

I want that top whimpering.

[kiul7]

You’re such a needy stupid whore. You were made to be bred. Your body was built for cock. Don’t deny it. You just need to embrace it.

[charlieswitch]

Wow so you're telling me I just have to be mean to you to turn all the thoughts off in that pretty little head of yours? Push you around a bit and you turn into a dumb little slut? That's pretty pathetic. Like I could probably just do whatever I wanted to you and you'd just take it. Tell me I'm wrong.

[mean-n-sweet-deactivated2024092]

Saying "mine, mine, mine" as I'm pumping into you

[twashchan]

breeding kink is so unfair, it's just constant thoughts of them pumping deep inside with half lidded eyes as they moan and whisper how they're gonna knock you up and then you feel them lurch and shove you down hard, thrust a few more times into you, bottom out and pump you full as they grind and fuck the cum back inside to make sure they have you dripping and cumming again

[bedazzlecunt]

but like, do you REALLY wanna orgasm? you feel soooo good right now, on the edge, desperate, pliant, willing to do anything. wouldn't it be sooo sad to lose that good feeling all for a fleeting moment of pleasure? that's right, it'd be sad! and we don't want you to be sad, do we? so we just have to keep edging you <3

[d1gitalg1rlz-deactivated2026042]

i want a subby boyfriend so i can rile him up in public and tease him until he starts begging to go home to be fucked

[hunbunbunnie]

uh uh uh shy reserved guy with a tiny dick, an omo kink and the world's highest libido casually putting off going to the bathroom because the urgency and subsequent relief gets him off. accidentally riling himself up by skipping a piss or two during work or class or something and finding himself way too full and hard as rock while out in public. poor guy is flustered and red in the face as he tries to resist squirming or grabbing at himself. he's imagining what it'd feel like to grind on every surface he passes, unsure if he's more desperate for pressure or pleasure. he can only speak in little whines, whimpers and shaky exhales. maybe he finds a bathroom and the relief from finally peeing almost drives him to orgasm. almost. now he has to get home before he cums untouched in his pants. would be such a shame if he got interrupted by a roommate or a friend or something before he could get into his room and hump the nearest pillow. is this anything?

[yoursweetcorpse]

boys who stutter and trip over their words when they're worked up or flustered. "I, um. well..um..ugh"

what? speak up pretty boy. I'm all ears.

[princepastel]

He was fucking me when i started noticing his breath start to hitch and his movements getting sporadic. he was cursing to himself, moaning in pleasure but clearly distressed.

“what’s wrong?”

“it just feels too good, nothing wrong”

so i let it go.

a few minutes later and he pulls out quickly and starts clenching his legs …holy fuck. he had to piss. he started telling me about how he couldn’t finish because he had to piss so bad. he was inside of me thinking about how desperate he was to pee. like i can’t get over it. there’s no way he can do all this and expect me not to go feral.

[jesteromo]

Consumed a frankly stupid amount of water and tea earlier and it's starting to catch up with me. Already twitching a little...The tentative (very tentative) goal is to hold it for four hours. Which will be extremely difficult anyway but you can make it even worse for me if you're so inclined.

[jesteromo]

Thirty minutes in and I'm gasping, fidgeting and bouncing in my seat. Just felt a shiver run through my whole body while my bladder contracted. Too much water...Need to do something to distract myself and pass the time, let's see if I can concentrate on studying or if I'll lose focus immediately.

[jesteromo]

Biting my lip and breathing heavily...I had to stand up to go and get something and halfway there I froze with my legs crossed and just stood there trembling for a good twenty seconds, I literally couldn't move or I would have uh. Anyway. I've gotten zero studying done as you might have guessed. Sitting down again now but my hips wont stop shifting back and forth. Ohhhh fuck I need to take a leak.

[jesteromo]

My endurance is certainly getting better because I probably would have given up and gone to the bathroom at this point a few weeks ago. Still managing to hold on but I'm shaking so much that it's hard to type. One hand in between my thighs, gripping myself for dear life. Can't think about anything except how bad I need to pee. And of course it's started raining.

[jesteromo]

I can hear rain hitting the window so clearly ohhh god. I'm so so desperate. Squirming around like crazy. I still have two whole hours and I'm absolutely frantic I want to be good and hold it all in but I'm. It's. It's so full.

[jesteromo]

Could I possibly get permission to go before the time is up I'm. Starting to whimper a little it's getting that bad please please ohhhh fuck

[jesteromo]

You'll never guess what happened. I did not, in fact, last four hours.

[jesteromo]

Took an afternoon nap and had an incredibly stereotypical yet intense omorashi dream, the kind you have when your bladder is actually full but you're asleep and can't empty it. Running around for ages in public trying to find a bathroom but they're all locked, occupied, have no privacy etc. Stuck holding it until I get home at which point I immediately limp over to our bathroom, which looks nothing like it does in real life, but anyway. As soon as I close the door the toilet begins to inexplicably overflow with clear water, splattering onto the tiles and threatening to cover the entire floor. I'm panicking and trying to find towels to stop the flood while more and more water spills out. The entire time I'm also hopping up and down because I'm still desperate for a piss, and it's taking an absurd amount of effort to keep the floor from getting even wetter. Woke up just as I started actually losing control in the dream. That was about ten minutes ago and I've just been sitting here with my bladder pulsing, making it worse for myself by writing this post.

[hayakawalove]

Guy who is so pretty on top of you and he can’t stop moaning and whimpering and burying his face in your neck because he’s so so close but he wants you to finish first

[angelbumbum]

on this blog we support men whining. men squirming! men whimpering!!

[angelbumbum]

also men begging!!! men cursing under their breath !!!men whispering “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” !!!

[omorashisideblog]

latest thought

A guy who's been out with friends (and maybe his crush) all day. It's a remote location, maybe hiking or a nature preserve or something, but after a few hours of hanging out and having fun they come to a rest area with services and bathrooms. They all head in, a couple of them admitting they they have to go pretty bad, but the guy just says "I'm all right but I might as well, since we're here."

...until they walk through the men's room door, at which point the guy sprints the last couple steps, already pulling his dick out, and instantly starts hosing down the closest urinal with the heaviest stream the other guys have ever seen. He's trying to keep his composure but the others can't help but notice his ragged breathing, and the way his body slumps until he has to lean a hand against the wall, and they definitely notice the one high-pitched whimper that escapes his throat.

He pisses longer than any of the rest of them, and when he's finally done he checks himself in the mirror before heading back out. A little sweaty but it's fine. Still, when he rejoins the others he can tell they all noticed so he tries to laugh it off like "I didn't realize how bad I had to go until I was." As if they hadn't all just watched him practically power-wash that urinal.