Kitty

He/They - 22 Asexual Switch

[shyomobun]

About Me

• Call me Kitten or Foxy

• Nonbinary (He/They)

• 22 (18+ minors DNI)

• Ace but occasionally hyper-sexual

• Bisexual male with a male preference

• Mostly into omo, omotsu & omocute (both sfw & nsfw)

• Omorashi + Padding = 🤍

• Will also reblog/like: dom/sub, petplay, power play

• Basically just a lurker because I don’t know how to use social media correctly

[raincloudholds]

His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.

He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.

You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap. 

"Baby, please--"

"Shh."

You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.

Your own dick twitches at the sight. 

"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."

You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.

"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."

"I'm still so fucking close."

Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.

"I can't, I gotta focus--"

He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.

"Gooood job." 

He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."

"You can do it. Just a little longer."

You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do? 

The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut. 

You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.

"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.

You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.

"I'm g-- I'm--"

He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.

Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.

"What happened, baby?"

His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.

You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.

You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief. 

He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.

"What happened, baby?" You whisper.

"I ha-had an accident..."

You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."

"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"

"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear. 

"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"

"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it. 

"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"

Fuck, he's so desperate. 

Fuck, it's making you desperate.

"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home." 

You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

"Let's go."

You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.

"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.

"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door. 

He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.

"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car. 

"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."

He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"

And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.

[ccan-i-please]

I have concocted an elaborate omorashi game, and thought you all might like to know the steps involved in case you're interested in one or all of them.

Step one: Get yourself to about a 5/10, then open up a video game that is fairly open world. Keep drinking and playing until you're really wanting to pee.

Step two: Find a place in game that your character would be able to relieve themselves. The designation of this is up to you. My game of choice is Fallout, and I like to try to find the remains of a bathroom with a toilet, but you can really adapt this to a variety of open world games.

Step 3: open your first Roulette Wheel, which tells you if you get to use the bathroom on that trip or have to spin again later. This is mine, for reference

Step 3: If you land on "go to the bathroom", congrats! You get to piss! But wait, there's a second roulette wheel you must pass first, which tells you where and how much you get to go. Again, mine is below for reference

After you've spun the second roulette wheel and peed, no matter how little, the cycle continues. Go back to your game, and next time you have to go, you must find a different location and repeat the process. Please play responsibly!

[lettersfromafemme]

mutual masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual masturbation. fuck. mutual masturbation.

[sapphic-puppygirl]

Mutual masturbation... while kissing

[omo-oh-no]

list of omo things i love, since i’ve never made one

being delayed!! i wanna hear all about how a character isn’t allowed to go to the bathroom because of work responsibilities, because the bathroom is closed for cleaning, because they get asked to do something else, etc

similarly, being interrupted!!!!! omg i LOVE when a character hasa full bladder and gets some relief to stop in the middle because of circumstances out of their control!!! GAH i wanna see them just about to let go after hours of holding but they’re called away to do something they can’t get out of, so they just have to clench down and hope that they don’t let loose any leaks

CRYING!!! omg give me a character crying ANY DAY

i love humiliation sm it’s what my whole omo kink is build off of. i wanna see blushing, fidgeting, shyness, whimpers, being talked down to, getting in trouble for wetting, anything and everything that makes a character humiliated

SOMEONE BEING MEAN TO THE WETTER!!! i wanna see someone bullying a character for pissing their pants, i wanna see someone yelling at a character for having an accident, i wanna see a character so desperate and bursting and have someone tell them that it's too bad, they'll just have to wait

[puppyagami]

i think one of my favourite things about watching somebody piss themselves is seeing the fabric of their pants slowly darken as more and more pee gushes out… something about seeing the stain turns me on so fucking bad

[the-black-manor]

"You forgot the free space in the middle."

I didn't forget it, I deliberately left it out because I'm a sadist. Also, these are only tasks I would do myself, so no wetting and no diapers. I can make another including wetting if anyone is interested.

Let me know if you play this, and have fun!

[rosesinlace]

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.”

[yellowboxerscat]

love calling pants pissing “going”. underrated omo thing. “i’m going on myself”, “im going in my pants”, “i went before i could find a bathroom”. what if i just cum right now

[soddenscriblzz-deactivated20250]

people are so cute when they clearly have to use the bathroom but won’t go. like they’re having a conversation with you but they just keep crossing their legs because they don’t wanna be rude but it’s so obvious they’re bursting. it’s so cute it makes my ovaries hurt.

[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.

[linkspussy]

Fun omo meme for whoever wants it :]

[leakylilone]

give me more nonchalant, lazy peeing.

give me a student who's so deep in their studying that they can't be bothered to get up. leaking little spurts into whatever they're wearing so they can last a little longer. eventually giving in and grabbing the nearest container, emptying their bladder into it. or hell, just going straight on the floor/chair they're sitting on, and worrying about cleaning it up later.

give me someone so cozy in bed that they can't fathom getting up and walking to the bathroom. have them grab a towel or piece of clothing nearby so they can press it to their crotch and go enough to take the edge off. or have them use one of the blankets on their bed, peeing on it while still half-dazed and tossing it to the floor before falling back asleep.

give me someone cleaning the house who just lets go whenever they feel the urge. they're cleaning the floors anyways, so who cares?

give me someone wearing diapers or absorbent underwear on a road trip so they can release a little and prevent themselves from needing to stop for a bathroom until they arrive.

give me more nonchalant and lazy peeing!!!!!!

[shyomobun]

Now that sir lives with me I think he’s been noticing how often I have accidents. He sometimes asks me if I couldn’t make it when he feels me up and I’m wet.

It’s really early in the morning now and I’m holding until 6am, but I’ve already had a full accident and I still have to go so badly, I hope he doesn’t wake up.

[leakylilone]

give me more nonchalant, lazy peeing.

give me a student who's so deep in their studying that they can't be bothered to get up. leaking little spurts into whatever they're wearing so they can last a little longer. eventually giving in and grabbing the nearest container, emptying their bladder into it. or hell, just going straight on the floor/chair they're sitting on, and worrying about cleaning it up later.

give me someone so cozy in bed that they can't fathom getting up and walking to the bathroom. have them grab a towel or piece of clothing nearby so they can press it to their crotch and go enough to take the edge off. or have them use one of the blankets on their bed, peeing on it while still half-dazed and tossing it to the floor before falling back asleep.

give me someone cleaning the house who just lets go whenever they feel the urge. they're cleaning the floors anyways, so who cares?

give me someone wearing diapers or absorbent underwear on a road trip so they can release a little and prevent themselves from needing to stop for a bathroom until they arrive.

give me more nonchalant and lazy peeing!!!!!!

[justpottytime]

a little who gets bed-wetting and having wet dreams confused 👀 they wake up all tearful one day, sniffling because there's a wet spot around their willy, look! they had an accident while they were sleeping – and they were doing so well, they'd just graduated from pull-ups to grown-up pants! they blush bright red as they allow cg to examine the now mostly-dried stain on the crotch of their pyjamas, pulling them down to see how the goo has coated their penis in their sleep (and it must have been a very big load, too!)

cg has to carefully explain to them that they didn't wee themselves – they just didn't get their sticky potty out before bed, so it came out while they were sleeping, that's all! now before bed, cg gets their little one on all fours, and they hold either a tissue or a nappy around the tip of their way willy while they stroke them gently, getting them to moan and spill their seed into their cg's hand like a good little~

little one frequently needs to potty after this, but that's okay – just so long as they've got all their number threes out first 💕

Awwww, poor thing! In little's defence, how were they meant to know the difference?! Usually, waking up wet can only mean one thing! But at least CG doesn't seem to be counting this one as an accident, and now they have a nice new bedtime routine to look forward to that feels reeeaaally good!

Thanks for the ask!

[subbyemoji-deactivated20251028]

hm. fancy party where the twist is the waitstaff have all been told not to pee before they arrive. their job is to entertain the guests with their desperation - while still keeping their trays of drinks steady. the strictest rule is that the guests cannot touch the waitstaff, but other rules are more flexible. there’s not supposed to be nudity or sexual touching, but some guests are so turned on by the desperate people in front of them that they can’t help rubbing themselves a little, or groping each other. i’m imagining a lesbian couple picking out a girl they like from among the staff and watching her as she hobbles around their side of the room. one of them holds her wife’s hips from behind and starts murmuring in her ear about how full the girl must be, how she’s bound to leak soon and oh - there it is, see that tiny wet streak sliding past the hem of her skirt? her wife is breathing heavily, moaning as the woman’s hands slide upwards to her tits and start groping, pulling at the neckline of her wife’s dress so that her nipples are exposed. the girl they’re watching stops dead in the middle of the floor and floods herself, the glasses on her tray shaking as she fights to stay still…

[subbyemoji-deactivated20251028]

whoops i got derailed by my imaginary horny lesbians in the original post. what i ALSO meant to say is: imagine when the party ends. every one of the waitstaff has wet themself at least once. showers and a changing room are provided for them before they go home. some people are pretty unbothered by the whole thing - it’s weird and embarrassing but it pays well, so whatever, so they strip off their wet things, get clean, and forget about it as soon as they leave.

others have uhhh. a different reaction.

like maybe the girl who that lesbian couple had been watching had never worked this kind of event before. her name is alice, and she’d been a little hesitant about taking this job, but ultimately didn’t think she’d care all that much. she was wrong. now that she’s done it - pissed herself, with people watching, twice - she feels so turned on she’s dizzy with it. her bladder still feels weak and sensitive and she can’t stop thinking of how people stared as it was happening, as they commented on how cute her legs looked pressed together and praised her for not dropping any glasses even as piss was gushing out of her… she’s shaking as she peels off her uniform and grabs a towel. one of the other servers, a tall girl who had talked the new staff through the protocol for the night, takes pity on her and touches her shoulder. “it’s a lot, right?”

alice nods. she’s only wearing a towel and this girl is so pretty and seems so comfortable.

“it’s normal to be a little overwhelmed, after. and, uh, other things.” she winks.

“i -“

“there’s a box over there, with some things you might want for your shower,” the tall girl says. “no judgement. i’ve been there.”

alice, confused but wanting to please, goes to look in the box. it’s full of vibrators - small ones, in clear packaging labelled “waterproof, for staff use”. she stares, unable to believe it. other staff on their way to the showers lean past her to grab one. her pussy pulses, and she’s starting to feel desperate again, and decides: fuck it.

she grabs a vibe and rushes to a shower cubicle, turning the dial for water as fast as she can. she can hear moaning coming from other cubicles. she’s so horny she’s not sure her legs can support her, and the sound and feel of the water has her on the edge of losing it again. she kneels under the spray, switching on the vibe and shoving it hard against her clit. it’s only a couple of minutes of frantically rocking her hips, imagining someone - her new friend, maybe - watching her and telling her how hot she is like this before her bladder gives out again and she cums, moaning.

as she shakily rinses off, she wonders how soon she can get another shift like this…