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she/her, 24 just an omorashi account

[surrounded-bysea]

Intro post

You can call me Jem, she/her, 24 yrs old. This is my omo blog bc I’m way too ashamed to be this horny on main.

I’m into omorashi, especially desperation, bladder control, and holding. More of a sub but with omo both controlling someone or being controlled is hot to me. I also have some other kinks but won’t be posting much if at all about them here.

Asks are open. Not too sure about messaging over dms but if you send me something I’ll consider it if I feel comfortable. I’m hoping to do holds occasionally and would love encouragement and teasing during those, but I do have roommates so it’ll have to mostly be when they aren’t home.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

[sayorithot]

man... I just thought of smth cute

two ppl cuddling, and one of em reaaally has to go. like, grinding on the other and squirming has to go. but they're too shy to say so and too warm and comfy to leave

and the other person purrs "wow, you're really needy huh?" and they nod desperately, happy they don't have explain and then they're gonna run for relief...

and then the person they're squirming against reaches down and gently parts their legs and starts playing with them and continues, "don't worry, I'll take care of you, as long as it takes" and the person is sensitive and shuddery and it feels really really good but they have to go even worse now and if their partner doesn't get them off quick they're gonna piss all over them and they don't seem to be in a hurry!!

[absolutepisstake]

God their legs are apart and it's so hard to tell if the contractions are their urethra pulsing to hold back the flow or their sensitive teased horny parts pulsing with arousal. "Wow you're pretty wet, how sweet, leaking for me" yes leaking but is it piss or wetness?? Not mention if they cum.... Will they 'squirt'? Will they be praised for the relief that isn't quite what it seems? Options...

[leakylilone]

imagining sleeping in bed with a partner and waking up to them squirming and very clearly needing to pee, trying to get up and go as discreetly as possible so they don't wake you up

the idea of being evil and playing dumb, grumbling a little and reaching out to pull them back against you. feigning innocence. you're just half-asleep and want them closer. but you can hear their groan and feel the way their muscles clench up as you press against their bladder, preventing them from standing.

they're still not sure you're awake, still trying to be quiet as they wrestle out of your grip. but the movement jolts their bladder, a small squeak leaving their lips as they begin to dribble a little into their pajamas. they immediately shove their hands between their legs, trying to stop the leak before it gets the sheets wet, because then you'll DEFINITELY find out.

they manage to stop it, barely, but they're still stuck in your grip. all hope of trying to get to the bathroom discreetly goes out the window and they finally whisper to you, voice a little too hurried, "baby. honey. wake up. can you let me go? i gotta-"

you finally loosen your grip and they're up in an instant. but instead of hearing footsteps departing, there's just a gasp and an unbelievably relieved groan, followed by the sound of hissing and their pee dripping down their pajamas and onto the floor. once again, the sudden movement forced them to release.

you play dumb, pretending to stir awake and ask if everything's okay. their voice is small and shy when they reply, mumbling "i- i'm having an accident." as the rest of their bladder empties, sighs and moans of relief exiting them alongside embarrassed whimpers.

[squiirming]

something I love love love in omo is when someone who’s super desperate tries to let out controlled leaks, like a small quantity in a small container, or only a little bit in their clothes or a towel so that it’ll be soaked up, and it starts out okay, manageable, but the leaks quickly turn rather desperate, they’re struggling to contain themselves before they’re ready for another small, controlled leak, and stopping in time is nigh impossible. soon, they’re dribbling all over between their allowed releases, and not quite managing to cut off the flow in time, until they’re just uncontrollably spurting and nothing can stop them from pissing themselves

[cynthia0mo]

currently writing a non-omo royalty story... and obviously my brain is short circuiting and going straight to the handsome knight pissing himself... 🤤

he's been holding all day in his metal armour. he can't just fish himself out of his trousers and take a quick piss somewhere... no, he needs privacy and time to remove all of his armour. he can't even squeeze his thighs together due to the amount of noise his armour makes. he's so constricted it hurts.

there's no way he can make so much noise... maybe he's supervising the queen in an important dinner, or as she's making an important speech. his whole reputation, hell, even his job would go to ruins if he interrupted her majesty!

his bladder throbs urgently inside of him. it's been hours since he's even seen a lavatory, nevermind a chamber pot. he's wondered if her majesty has noticed him staring daggers into each goblet, each towel, each sofa, each silk blanket... each would eagerly hold his steaming hot urine, but he just had to be wearing the heavy, constricting armour.

and so he stands there, trying his best to look professional and not keel over, try to hold himself, cross his legs...

leaks keep battering his linen underwear, little by little dampening them. they start out as small droplets, but soon escalate into spurts and even a full-on stream drips down his thigh at one point. each small shuffle grazes his peehole against the sodden fabric, teasing him. he wishes he could just pull them off, aim into a corner, finally pee...

alas, even the strongest knights have a weakness. he just can't take it anymore... leak after leak keep sneaking past his fatigued muscles, and soon, a stream starts. it pushes past his barriers, his remaining muscle strength, and even the thick fabric of his gambeson. it hisses out, stream presumably thick, thudding against the metal of the armour. the knight is utterly humiliated as he stands there, frozen as the warmth of his own urine soaks down his legs, collecting at his feet.

however, business is more important than a soaking. he finishes off after about a minute passes, but her majesty is not done. he continues to stand there in his own mess, his urine cooling down by his feet.

thankfully, his metal armor does save him in some aspect... his helmet hides the deep red blush stationed on his cheeks, and the body pieces hide his newfound throbbing erection.

[cynthia0mo]

so a while ago i found this tweet - i cropped it slightly to the part i actually liked.

so, as any omo writer naturally does, i decided to write a little story based on this.

(the character is not an oc of mine, but if you guys like him i might write more of him in future 😉)

writing is below the cut! hope you guys enjoy <3 any feedback is always welcome!!!

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if you could define the term "bladder of steel", you would find the name 'alex ferguson' under that definition.

being a 19 year old university student as well as a varsity basketball player, he had no time to waste during his day stood in front of a urinal. although he was certainly hydrated - drinking more than the average person every day - he could still sit through a 9am-5pm day of classes with no issue. whilst others were squirming and rushing off to find relief after a particularly long day, alex would show no indication of any need.

his sports team only saw him pee in the changing room once - that's how rare he ever seeked relief. him and his bladder were essentially invincible.

...but he wasn't able to hold it every time.

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today was an incredibly busy day for the 19 year old. alex awoke at 6am, instantly getting into his gym clothes and chugging a protein shake. after a 1 hour gym session, he takes a shower and lets go of his morning pee - which he hadn't felt at all - as well as the protein shake that had gone through him into the shower drain below. he eats breakfast with an espresso and half of his water bottle, before attending class from 8-4pm.

at his whole time away from his dorm, alex does not pee again. he doesn't feel any pressure, need or desperation even though he's been consistently sipping from his bottle.

as he stands from his chair at the end of his lecture, he feels a certain pressure in his lower abdomen. it has been almost 10 hours without a wee... but he could hold it. he had no time to visit a bathroom either: his basketball team was waiting for him outside for one of their routine away games. half an hour on the bus, then the 2 hour game, then another 30 minutes on the bus. every single time he has been able to do this without visiting a bathroom... but this time felt different.

he strapped his seatbelt onto him once he sat on the bus, placing his bag next to him, accompanied by his newly filled water bottle. as he tightened the seatbelt, he felt it press uncomfortably against his abdomen, like there was something there blocking the signals between his skin and his muscles deep inside of him. but, before he could give his much thought, the bus came to life and set off to the next city.

he stepped off of the bus after the half an hour journey, feeling the uncomfortable swelling feeling in between his body, unfortunately increasing with each step. he brushed it off as usual, and went into the changing rooms.

changing proved a challenge: taking his sweatpants off even led to a slight squeeze of his dick. this made him feel better, though, and he went out like usual, almost 11 hours not having relieved himself now.

1 hour into the game, and alex was finding it difficult to focus. he now understood that this uncomfy feeling was his bladder, lodged in between his strong muscles, rapidly finding ways to send signals to his brain. every move, every step, every jump, made alex regret not having peed at some point during the day. he hadn't seen a toilet in god knows how long.

now 12 hours without the loo, alex could swear this was the most desperate he'd ever been. when preparing to start another game, he gently pressed on his muscular lower abdomen, to feel an uncommon bump there, that hurt when he pressed it. never in his whole life had he experienced such a bladder bulge, where he actually felt the urine inside of him - sloshing, heavy, hot. god, it was getting bad.

half an hour passes. half an hour left. alex was annoyed now. because of this uncommon predicament, he was making silly mistakes that would have cost his team the game if his coach hadn't spot him. having been made to sit out, he sat on the bench, feeling how his legs pressed uncomfortably against his bladder. he gave his dick a quick squeeze, feeling it ache and pulsate in his hand.

having zoned out now, all alex could think of is a loo. opening the lid, seeing the inviting porcelain bowl below, pulling out his cock, finally peeing... he bet it would feel estatic.

suddenly, adrenaline pulsated through him as he felt his control slipping. a warm spot had appeared on his boxers - unknown to the other players, thankfully - but this was a telltale sign to anybody, including alex, that his battle was almost over. and he was going to lose.

he told his coach he was going to cool off before jogging out of sight of the basketball court. ducking into a small corridor, alex gripped onto his dick, hand like a vice. he felt himself throb desperately, his pee flooding his cock rapidly, his needy peehole sputtering. he knew that, if he didn't go to the bathroom in the next 10 minutes, he'd make a bigger mess of himself. and there was no fucking way that alex ferguson, with a bladder made of steel, would piss himself in front of everybody. he wasn't a child.

regaining composure, alex walked nonchalantly towards the changing rooms, closing the door behind him. he saw the bathroom, so close... relief was about to feel so good... so orgasmic... he would watch the seething hot liquid gush out him, hitting the water below, watching it tint yellow after he was done... emptiness was going to feel so good...

until he tried the handle. it wouldn't budge. he looked up, heart dropping.

out of order - toilet clogged

before he could even react to this, his bladder muscles fluttered, and a spurt made its way into his boxers.

there was no way he'd make it back home dry. another half an hour here, then another half an hour on the bus, and then at least a 10 minute walk back to his dorm. he wasn't going to make it, and alex felt so childish because of this. he'd have to rethink his nickname.

another leak soaked into his boxers, and he KNEW that if he didn't find a substitute to a toilet soon, he would be soaking. and, yes, although this would feel so good, feeling warmth down his legs that his own body conjured, he knew that this would be embarassing, and messy. his whole varsity team was made of men like him: buff, stoic, judgemental. if he was seen pissing himself like a child, he would never live it down.

he looked around the room, sweat on his brow. he had no idea how much was in him, how much a bottle could take, how much the floor would flood if he just fished his cock out right here and peed... alex's bladder was completely unpredictable. he for sure knew that he wouldn't be able to stop the hot stream as it surged out of him, which severely limited his options.

heart racing, he tried weighing up his options. his water bottle was full, with no way to dispose of the water inside other than to drink it all. no, that would make him more desperate. he'd certainly wet himself on the bus back to the university. the floor? no, way too much clean-up. he was certain that, due to how full and bloated he was, he would flood the whole changing room.

if only he had a diaper on him or something...

his gaze finally made its way to his bag. a blue duffel bag, filled with his water bottle, some snacks, an extra pair of underwear, and two towels. two towels. one for his face, one extra. two towels, one extra. an extra towel, which absorbed a lot.

alex's legs led him to the bag, heart racing. he'd seen people piss into towels before. a few teammates did in his first year of varsity basketball, on the bus back to the university when they were stuck in traffic. his own older sister had too, a few years ago, when their home's plumbing was under construction. he was unsure if all of his hot urine would be held within the plush, pristine, white towel. but he had no other choice, had he? if he didn't try soon, his boxers and basketball shorts would be dripping. his heart jumped when he thought of his, springing him to action.

he shakily unzipped the bag in front of him and pulled out his clean white towel, thick under the pads of his fingers.

seeing where he would relieve himself was all too much. a wave of desperation flew right through him, causing his hand to fly right towards his dick again, squeezing it. he had to pee in this thing. this was no longer just a 'want' to pee. he NEEDED to.

pulling down his shorts and wet boxers in one go, alex thought about manoeuvring this thing. he wouldn't just lay it on the floor - it would make a huge puddle. placing it on the bench would be quite weird too. what happens if he were to... place it underneath him, like a diaper he had thought about?

he folded it up until it had a few layers and placed it underneath him, holding it in place. his breath was shaky as he watched his penis - tip wet from his pent-up urine and previous leaks - sit in the white towel.

he had to persuade himself to go, but it really didn't take that much. urine shot out of his dick, no second thoughts, hitting the thick towel in front and below him. he moaned loudly as it hissed, soaking into the towel, like this was just a regular occurance for the poor towel. he was quite mesmorised as he watched his hot urine stained the towel, its previous, perfect white turning into a yellow-y mess: his espresso, a soda he drank at lunch, his water as well as the remenants of his protein shake had all turned into this clear, yellowy liquid, gushing out of him relentlessly.

he directed his achey, now half hard dick into the centre of the towel, pulling his foreskin over the tip and feeling his warm piss envelope his dick, only splashing out once he let go. it was quite orgasmic, feeling this relieved and vulnerable. and the makeshift towel diaper was taking all of it, no questions asked.

by the time alex's stream had died down, he forced out the last few spurts before wiping himself. as he did this, the friction of his peehole against the wet towel was all too much. pleasure shot through him, and he knew that he couldn't get onto the bus this hard, could he?

his emptiness, the previous pressure in his lower abdomen as well as watching the towel soak in his hot jet of urine caused his cock to twitch. it only took a few long strokes, base to tip, to get him to cum. shaking, he watched as the thick, white ropes hit the towel, legs almost giving out.

as he shook himself off and thought about disposing the towel, he heard an uproar of cheers and shouts coming from down the hall, to where the basketball game was. they'd just finished - he had to deal with this towel and himself, quickly.

the towel's bottom layers were still relatively dry, so, he wrapped it up into a plastic bag and shoved it into his gym bag, saving it for later.

as he pulled his boxers and shorts up, now cold to the touch, his teammates entered the changing room, game now finished. he smiled as he saw some of his teammates desperately dancing around, in the same position he was in not long ago. he knew all too well the pressure they were feeling. he wondered if their boxers were now soiled, hoping to find a source of relief like he had just a few minutes ago.

after the half an hour bus ride home as well as the 10 minute walk back to alex's dorm, his bladder had seemingly regained its former fullness, coming back with a seething vengeance, weak from the previous few hours of desperation he had endured.

once he entered the privacy of his dorm, he leaned against the door and squeezed his cock, feeling it harden with his touch and need. alex pulled his messy towel out of the duffelbag and the plastic bag, setting it down on the edge of his bathtub. planting himself onto it, he played with himself a little: pushed on his lower abdomen, feeling the throbbing pain rushing through him. although this time, he did not panic: arousal coursed through his veins as he let go into the damp, heavy towel. his stream came out carelessly like before, hissing, billowing, so much so that it made the towel flood. now tinged with a darkish yellow colour, alex once again jacked off into his own mess, watching the thick ropes of his arousal hit the towel, and even onto the bathtub edge in front of him.

although he'd love to savour this towel - a souvenir of his torment and orgasmic release, he had to discard of it before anybody dared question him.

the next day, alex bought many thick towels of a sinilar type to the one he pissed in, and stored them under his sink. when asked what he'd use them for, he said that he was "extra sweaty" during his games.

he'd definitely be trying that again...

[hold-it-a-little-longer]

"I can't hold it anymore!" oh, but you will, pet. you'll hold it until you burst and make a mess of your pants. I want you to lose control even while you try to fight it. I want to knead your bladder and press down on it while you slowly leak and leak. I don't want you to make yourself pee. I want you to do it uncontrollably. I want you to lose it with every push and spurt and leak. If you really can't hold it, your bladder will lose control.

[hold-it-a-little-longer]

someone desperately trying to hold their full bladder because they can't let go yet but they're starting to leak. their pee comes out in little spurts, their hole pulsating as they try in vain to hold back a flood. little droplets sliding down their legs with each leak as they squirm frantically. the soft 'no, not yet!' slipping out as they breath heavily and their bladder throbs.

[aint-shitt]

this is a real omorashi story (18+ only!)

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

he grinned.

[omoerotic]

accidentally on purpose

the fic nobody knew they needed! mettaton feat. omorashi, desperation, wetting, bedwetting, voyeurism, masturbation

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[localcaringdom]

what if there was a hard, twitching tdick. what if it was pulsing, throbbing, sticking out from the puffy, wet folds of a cunt. and what if i started flicking and playing with that tdick. what if i was poking that odd little twitchy parasite, pinching it and tapping it and jerking it. what if i slapped it and had to hold you down with my arm over your hips as you yelp and try to get away.

and what if my arm was pressing down on a full, aching bladder. what if that bladder hadn’t been emptied in hours, just letting the pressure build and build. what if, with every new assault to your sensitive tdick, you felt your bladder spasm and weaken.

what if i sucked on that angry, desperate tdick. what if i took it all into my mouth at once, drawing it across my tongue and swallowing around it. what if i pumped it with my lips like a suction toy. what if my tongue pressed flat against that cunt and massaged the folds and the underside of your tdick.

and what if i plunged three fingers into your cunt without any warning. what if i watched your tdick jump and spasm as your hole flexed and gushed around my fingers. what if i curled my fingers up into your full bladder, slowly, pressing hard up inside of you. what if i pinched and pulled your tdick hard at the base. what if i swatted your bladder.

what if i started thrashing my fingers around inside of you, rubbing and pulling your tdick furiously. what if you could feel your horribly full, pulsing bladder convulsing against my fingers and starting to yield to the pressure. what if your pee started humiliatingly leaking from your cunt and soaking my hand. what if i shoved my fingers deep inside, pressing my palm against your tdick and folds, and rubbed and fucked and thrashed my hands all over and inside your genitals. what if i pressed down hard on your bladder to force out all of the pee inside you as fast as it can be flushed through your urethra.

what if you came around my fingers but i kept going anyway until you had cum twice, three times, even four times, leaking stray spurts of pee all the time and each orgasm more overstimulating and painful than the last.

DMs and asks always open

[nostressjustmeowmeow-deactivate]

Having someone grinding against their pillow on the morning because they are so desperate but you have your arm wrapped around them and they wouldn't want to leave you not even for the whole world. Not even if they slowly pee themselves, leaking against their pillow as they try their best to hold their tiny needy whines back because now they are not just desperate to pee, they are also turned on for being so naughty.

Sounds like a dream. Where can I find someone like this? Asking for a friend

[primrosepisstil-deactivated2026]

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please I need this please

[marbleghost2]

need more content about the little moments of alleviation in omo... a character finally grabbing their crotch after resisting it for so long, and the satisfaction of having their desperation eased even a little bit is so good they let out a helplessly pleased whimper. humping a pillow to help themself hold and sighing at the relief of successfully delaying the inevitable. leaking into their clothes and feeling the need to pee get more urgent, but for those brief, blissful moments where their overworked muscles get to relax and the most sensitive parts of their body are all soaked and warm and comfortable, they feel like they're in heaven. letting a character bask in that temporary respite so that when the urge comes back or gets worse, they're so much more desperate to go

[squiirming]

desperate girl on a walk who absolutely cannot leak because she’s wearing a short skirt and no panties.

walking as fast as her legs will allow, and every other step she crosses her legs more than her natural gait, just for the relief of a bit of pressure.

stopping once in a while, frantically checking around to see no one can see her while she crosses her legs tight and bounces into place.

her hands hiving around the hemline, darting to her crotch when a strong wave of desperation comes over her, but she resists the instinct because she can’t risk a wet spot on her skirt if she leaks, or anything on her hands.

she’s more conscious than ever of every sensation between her legs, her thighs rubbing together, how exposed her pussy feels when she takes a long step, and the relief of bringing her legs back together after. and the growing heat there too, the arousal blooming in her cunt, the chill when the outside air catches on the first wicks of moisture at her quivering lips.

her quick walk turning to a mini run, only for her to halt after a few strides to resist a wave of desperation. then returning to a brisk pace, breaking into a jog every so often, even though it jostles her bladder and she can’t maintain that pace for long.

when the first drops escape her, she immediately feels the wetness. it’s so little it wouldn’t cause concern usually, but she’s bare, so even a drop wets her thighs.

she continues to walk as fast as she can, but her overall speed slowly slows down as she’s forced to take increasingly frequent breaks to cross her legs, wiggle, rock into place, anything that can help.

more small leaks soon add to the emergency. soon, her upper inner thighs, the little bulging softness up there, is slick with piss and her juices. it’ still under her skirt, but it won’t last.

a sudden wave of need overwhelms her suddenly, and, despite her best efforts to keep walking through it, she stumbles as she feels small leaks escape her. a single hot drop runs down her thigh, past the hemline of her skirt, stopping just short of her knee.

she can’t afford to keep stopping now, she has to power through if she wants to make it home. so she keeps going, even as her pussy pulses and further piss leaks out. it’s not a single drop down her leg anymore, but a fine trickle line that will soon reach the ground.

she realizes she won’t make it home when a pang of need forces her to double over and tighten her legs on instinct, but it’s still not enough, and a forceful spurt escapes her. it sprays down her legs and onto the pavement below, darkening it with dark wet drops. it’s mortifying, but the brief flash relief feels so fucking good she has to bite her lip to contain a moan. her pussy throbs after, threatening to leak again, but thankfully it doesn’t.

tears gather at the corner of her eyes, there’s no way she can make it to a bathroom… but maybe she can make it to the little wooded area she has to cross before her street.

she’s so incredibly relieved today is hot as hell and nobody else in the area seems to have had the idea to go it as this time. the heat is also why she stayed so hydrated tho, so it’s a bit of a curse too. still, she’s done this stretch of walk desperate more than once before, and it’s always easier to do it without fear of being caught in this predicament.

with frantic vigour, she speed walks on. more leaks pulse out of her, each drop slowly rolling down her thighs. she’s so wet, in all senses of the term, that each step strikes a deep strum of pleasure in her belly.

finally, by some miracle, she sees the wooded area coming up, only a few steps away. the proximity of relief seems to go right to her bladder, because it chooses that moment to force another gush out of her.

she’s too close to give up now, and too close to have an accident right there. forgetting her previous resolution, she cups her pussy with her hand to contain the flow.

urine leaks between her fingers as she squeezes, but it does work to stop the flow. she whimpers as the sensation, finally some direct contact to her arousal. she stays there and grinds into her palm with short little breaths while she fights to regain control. at the feet, a small puddle tell of her little accident.

when she thinks she can move again, she resumes her way to the wooded area, not daring to remove her hand. every time her heels hit the ground she feels a small pulse of warmth hit her fingers. she squeezes tighter, trying to ignore her the pressure on her clit make her vision sway.

at last, she reaches the small forested stretch of the way.

she meant to go deeper into it to properly crouch down and relieve herself, but that would be asking too much of her body. as soon as her feet hit dirt, her bladder spasms and a gush escapes her. then another. then another.

she’s basically pissing herself by the time there are at least a few trees behind her, and she gives up.

she steps off the path and leans against a birch tree, hand still between her legs though piss is hissing between her fingers, and she parts her legs, thrusting her hips forward, and she finally, finally, gives up.

she moans from the relief, and at the strength of the stream that hits her palm. too lost in the pleasure, she doesn’t think to remove it, instead grinding into it in shallow little thrusts.

it takes her more than a minute to empty herself, during which she sighs and bites backs moans. by the time her stream dims, she’s slipper her hand a little higher to rub tight little circles on her wet clit. the last spurts of piss are forced out of her by the strength of her orgasm. she comes so hard she has to slap her other hand over her mouth to contain her scream. she rubs herself frantically through it, her whole body twitching and shaking.

as she catches her breath, she looks at the huge dark spot on her ground below her. the earth has soaked it up so it’s not a puddle, but the width of it alone is impressive.

on her hand glistens further evidence of her accidents, as well as the slick of her pleasure.

reeling, she finds her footing again on trembling legs. she pulls down her short skirt, which stayed perfectly dry throughout the whole thing, and resumes her way home.

she’ll need to shower, of course, but, as she stayed very hydrated, the blasting sun will soon dry away all evidence that she just fully wet herself. just as her little skirt hides the fact she goes bare.

[kyi-0m0]

a trope that absolutely drives me crazy with lust is imagining a guy/individual with a dick incredibly desperate to pee and i help them find a toilet/bush/somewhere to pee but by the time they get there they’re already starting to leak and are clenching there muscles and squeezing their dick with all their might, and even though relief is literally right in front of them they know if they let go to get their zipper down and pull out their dick they’re going to completely lose it. so instead the just stand there frozen and start to whimper, tears starting to leak out and they feel the warm wet piss start to hiss out into their underwear and seeping through their fingers, so i reach my arms around them and undo their pants really quick and grab their dick out and aim as the full stream sprays out. their pants are wet but not nearly as bad as they could have been, and will be able to conceal their accident. at this point they relax their body completely as all the piss finally floods out of them and they lean back into me, letting their arms fall to their side and resting their head back against mine, moaning softly in ecstatic relief. finally their stream trickles to a stop and they come back to reality realizing what just happened. their face turns bright red and they begin to stammer out an apology but their voice weakly tapers off as they feel my breath against their neck and notice their dick getting hard in my hand that still hasn’t let go. they whimper as i slowly start moving my hand up and down, they’re already so sensitive. i quicken the pace and they let out a deep moan and their legs shake and i have to wrap my other arm around their waist to hold them up as they come all over my hand.

or something like that :)

oh my god. oh my god

anon you have blessed me with this what an incredible scene I'm literally obsessed

the way they don't even realize it in the moment because they just need to relief so bad-

[ccan-i-please]

It would be amazing to set aside a day to spend with a sub doing rapid desperation. I'd make them drinks for hours while we just watch movies and play video games. When they have to go, they let me know at the first urge and ask if they're allowed to go. For a good portion of the day, I always say yes, and make sure to give them lots of praise for being so polite and obedient. Once the evening comes, we start drinking alcohol, and the game really begins.

The first time they ask to go after we start drinking, I'm hesitant. "Are you sure you need to go? You've already gone so much today, why don't you give it 5 minutes or so while you finish your drink." They finish their drink, and ask again if they can go.

"hmmm, okay, but are you sure you need to go? Because this is gonna be the last time you're allowed to use the toilet tonight." If they decide to hold it a little longer, I'll give the same warning each time they ask to go until they decide on their own they want to use the toilet. They're still consuming the same amount of fluids, and they know the sooner they use their last bathroom break, the longer it will be before they can go again. After that, they're not allowed bathroom privileges until the clock strikes midnight.

Eventually they use that last bathroom break, and we turn on another movie to cuddle and pass the time. For a while, they're fine, but in what seems like no time they're shifting in my arms as they're laying in my lap. I start caressing their torso and hips.

"what's wrong, baby? Do you need to go already?"

They tense and whimper with embarrassment as I slide my palm gently over their bladder.

"poor thing, you'll just have to hold it til midnight. Surely you can do that for me, right? You've been so good all day, only going with my permission, and it's not long now, only a few more hours."

They gulp and nod. We continue watching the movie as they get increasingly desperate. I comment on their desperation with overly-saccharine concern and encouragement.

"oh honey, I know you're full, just keep holding it, okay? You can wait to go to the toilet if I say so, you've done so well today."

"do you want me to hold your crotch so that it's easier to keep it in? Oh darling, you're blushing, don't worry, I know it's getting bad, here, let me help you"

"oh no honey, are you starting to leak? You've still got a little while to go, do you need to let some out in your pants to make it feel better? It's okay, it's not an accident if it doesn't make a big mess, a little spurt won't ruin your clothes, we'll do laundry tomorrow, okay?"

"that's it, now keep holding it, I know you can make it to the toilet, you're so good for me"

"I know you still need to go, but just- what do you mean you can't hold it? Don't think like that, you're almost allowed to use the toilet! You can wait just a little longer"

"oh baby, you're leaking again, let me get a better grip on you. No, no, I believe in you, keep holding, you can do it"

"you can hold it sweetheart, just - oh, dear, you're spurting through my fingers, are you going to wet yourself? You're sure you can't make it? Okay, it's okay, just hold it for me while I find you something to go in."

They piss, we have sex, and then pass the hell out. Bonus points if they wake up with an urgent need to go and I fuck it out of them in the shower

[omg-needtopee]

W from the ABC asks?

Ooh a fantasy… I have so many ;) 

One that always comes to mind is going out with someone who knows how much I love omo. We go to a restaurant, and they order a bottle of wine, winking at me as I finish my first glass. “Don’t rush through it babe, you don’t know when you’ll be going to the bathroom next…”

I have a pretty ok time holding my bladder, but when I start to not know when I can go next (new places, airplanes, etc.) sometimes the nerves get to me. As soon as they say that, I take a mental check of where my bladder is at - and immediately panic, thinking I’m almost full. Watching the liquid flow into my glass and splash. I take a few breaths, and smile. This is going to be fun. 

A few glasses in, I now think I really am starting to feel it. My legs are starting to shake a little, a little mini pee dance in my chair. Not out of desperation, but just out of a slight discomfort. My knees are definitely squeezed together. They drop their napkin.

“Oops!” and as he bends down to pick it up, I know he’s looking at my legs under the table. How close together they are. How I’ve pulled up my skirt so the elastic isn’t over my bladder, but on my waist now, the little bulge where my fullness is sticking out.  I flush a little, and try to stop the shaking for a moment, wishing I could hold better than I could - but he and I both know that alcohol makes everything so much worse for me, and goes right through me.

When he sits back in his chair, he smiles. “You okay?” 

“Doing great,” I smile back. “How about you?” I’ve been watching him, and he’s not only had as much wine as I have, but three glasses of water - the waiter keeps refilling. He has a much higher tolerance than me, but I know this is still more than usual…and he wants to play. 

“Doing great. Let’s get the check” He gets the check and we go to leave. The second we stand up I feel my bladder send shivers. “oooh,” I wiggle my hips a little. “Just to let you know -” my voice still cracks everytime I say it, “I kinda have to go to the bathroom..but I can wait for the next place”

“Good. You’ll need to,” he says. As we leave, he pushes up close behind me as we walk out the door and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. “Naughty boy….” I turn to him, and he presses me against the wall outside the restaurant, kissing me..and grinding into my bladder.

My panties are wet (but not from leaking..yet) as I squirm under him, feeling his cock twitch as I grind my crotch against his leg to help me hold. “I actually…really have to go…” I whisper in his ear “…and if you keep doing this…I…”

He releases me. “You might what?” he asks, playfully. As we wait for a cab, he shifts foot to foot. “You know..I kinda have to pee too…” 

“I saw you drinking all that water! I knew it. But big boys can hold it, can’t they?” I ask, casually crossing my legs (though internally, it wasn’t casual at all)

“Yes. But so can big girls.” He shoots back. 

Our cab arrives, and we go to the next bar. As we walk in, it’s icy cold - the AC must be blasting. It hits my bladder like a wave, and I let out a little gasp. “Ooh…” and I feel the first contraction, the first risk of leaking, as I tighten up and press my legs close. 

We sit down, and he immediately downs the water. “I’m trying to catch up to you…” he whispers, running his foot against my leg (tightly crossed) under the table. He winces a little and adjusts his pants. I feel my panties getting damper, still not from any leaks…but from watching him, knowing how little he shows, knowing how much he’s had to drink, and that little adjustment meant everything. 

When I have to go - I can hold it usually for some time. Alcohol and caffeine do me in, but I still have a runway. Him, on the other hand, when he has to go, it’s time. We’ve been in shopping malls and I’ve seen him go from nothing to sneaking quick grabs and shuffling towards the bathroom. We’ve been in the car, and I’ve had to pull over while he yanks out his dick - sometimes leaving a few spots on his boxers. 

I knew this was it. 

Our drinks come, and I can barely look at mine, let alone think about drinking it. I have to pee. But I know he does too, and I want to have some fun watching it, and enjoying this desperation - I get so turned on when I have to go.

He’s getting a little red, and as he grabs his martini glass, I notice his hands shaking a little. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You know now..I’ve really gotta go. I gotta go-” he bites his lip, and I see his hand brush his pants and make a quick grab, “like right now.”

“I’d like you to hold it for me.” My legs are crossed tight, knowing his need makes mine so much worse.

“I am. I did. I mean- I am, but,” when his words get mixed up like this, I know it’s time. I take a sip of my drink. Damn. It feels like it goes straight to my bladder. 

“I’ve had to go for an hour, and I’ve held it. I’ve squirmed under you, and kept my legs tight, and been a good girl. Now you, hold it for me, just for a minute.” 

His eyes stay on me as he takes another sip and winces, adjusting his pants up again, away from his bladder. He must be dying. I’m so horny now, I just want to take him and fuck him, but know we’ll never make it home. 

“Ok, babe,” he looks at me and adjusts himself again, this time the grab even more obvious. This is a very special show for me. 

“Here’s the plan,” I whisper to him. “I’ve gotta go too. And I’m a wreck watching you. I honestly think I might leak when I stand up, so we need to get to the bathroom. It’s in the back, and they’re unisex. Let’s get in there together. I’m going to go first…and don’t make a scene.”

He nods. I take another squeeze of my legs, feeling his eyes fixated on my crotch, and uncross them, exhaling. Fuck. I knew it, and I can feel that first dribble on the edge, ready to escape. Fuck. I should’ve gone at the restaurant. I hope this bathroom isn’t far. I stand up and feel the first leak escape, and take a look at him with a grimace. I cross my legs tight again.

“What’s going on? Go!” he whispers.

“I’m…trying…to get control!” I whisper back, tightening with everything I got.

I hurry over to the bathroom. Feeling a few leaks escape. I get inside, and immediately grab myself, cross my legs, and squirm. I take my panties off, so anything I lose won’t ruin them. He’s in a moment later, already undoing his belt. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” he exclaims, holding himself. “Help me undo this damn belt!”

I know what this means - he’s losing control too. Underneath, he’s already leaked, if he has to grab like that, there’s no other choice. I help him with his belt, kissing him although he fights me. We’re two squirming messes, and using my hands to undo his belt means that I’m constantly leaking now, little squirts running down my legs as I stomp up and down trying to keep control with this dance. 

“Stop!” he exclaims, grabbing his zipper. There’s not time for my terrible coordination on this belt. 

He gets his dick out of the zipper and I see it’s dripping - there’s already a spot on his pants. I’ve never seen this. Desperation, yes. Losing it like this - god I could cum already.

He’s pissing a heavy stream in the toilet, exhaling, while I’m dancing and holding myself next to him. “Hurry! I can’t, “ I gasp, “wait!”

He stops the stream, a feat I can tell from his face wincing. “Go now,” he knows I’m going to piss all over the floor otherwise. Now it’s my turn to let go, and god it feels good. Watching him still squirm (I also find that stopping mid-piss is even harder than holding to begin with, especially when desperate) while I get relief….

He tells me to spread my legs, so he can go again too. I oblige, and he faces me pissing in the front of the toilet, our faces both total ecstasy at this release.

(WOW. writing this got me so wet, and wishing it was real!!!!)

[roadtripomo]

Fucking hell, new piss fantasy just dropped!