hold your piss when you go out drinking. no pissing in toilets that arenât your own. donât break the seal. when youâre drunk, you wonât even feel how heavy and solid your bladder is. be proud of being the only one of your friends who hasnât pissed all night. make fun of their little bladders: youâre peeing *again* - didnât you just go?
you should drink enough to be full. if you donât like beer, drink a glass of water with every second shot. if youâre not drinking a lot, thereâs no reason for you to pee; if you drink a lot, youâll be bursting by the end of the night. but thatâs what you want, isnât it? you want to squirm in the back of the uber. you want to find yourself fidgeting while you wait for your friends to get out of the bathroom. boy, that line looks long. you want your belly hard and swollen and aching; you want to have to bend over slightly while you try not to do a full-on pee dance in public. you want to be able to look back at photos of the night and notice your bulging belly in every one; how you have your hand on your pussy in a few pics.
you want to be full when you get home so you can gingerly lay down on your bed, bladder like a rock protruding out of your belly. you want to be able to push on it, press gently and then firmly, feel all that piss right under your skin. youâll cum so quickly once you start rubbing yourself. still in your going-out clothes. bonus points if you have to keep yourself from moaning for fear of your roommate hearing.
Imagine being sent in to a special clinic, not really knowing what was wrong but knowing your partner was concerned for you.
the doctor asked a few questions before having you sit in a gynecologist chair. It seemed normal but you noticed your pelvis was tilted more then usual, it left all three of your holes exposed.
"I just need you to remove your undergarments before we continue with this." the doctor who was showing you to the exam room said. you did as instructed and soon you were laying with the unnecessarily high fan blowing at your vulva and clitoris.
"we'll start with endoscopies of the bladder and uterus, to check for abnormalities."
you bit back a cry as upu felt a cold tube go through your urethra, youcleched around it and felt the doctor push down with the ultrasound. you regretted how full your bladder was as you felt a squirt come out.
"you may need to be cathetered for this visit if your muscles are that weak." the doctor said, unhelpfully.
the machine inserted into your vaginal canal and with the weirdest pain you'd felt pushed in. the ultrasound pressed more directly on your rock hard bladder and more leaked out.
"I was going to let you be for one accident but two shows a problem with your bladder. possibly inflamation or weak muscles" he added.
a long intimidatingly thick tube was pulled from a nearby cabinet and lubed up. you felt an awful burn and then a pinch as the bladder sphincter was pushed past. the catheter wasn't clamped though. rather it was connected to an IV.
"to test your capacity" he said apologetically and before you know you saw the doctor squeeze the bag and felt fluid rushing into your bladder. you hadn't known you could feel this full and just as you thought the discomfort couldnt get worse the doctor called one of his nurses over to continue the ultrasound.
"you'll need to keep this in for at least a day. your bladder is too used to just releasing which can't be healthy for it."
the doctor pushed more liquid into your bladder and you saw stars. there was still almost half of the bag full.
"please...ugh"
more water was pushed in as soon as you uttered the word please. a third of the bottle seemed left. you squirmed around as you heard the doctor count to three and you felt the worst pressure you'd ever felt in your bladder as the doctor squeased the last of the bag in all at once.
"stand"
you stood, struggling to move without your bladder hurting.
"we have more procedures but for now its time for exercises."
I love when people think that they have to go pee. They bounce around and whine and laugh telling everyone âIâve never had to pee so bad beforeâ or âIâll do anything for reliefâ
Thatâs not even close to needing to pee.
when you need to pee, not a single thing matters more than letting even one drop out, to make some space in your bursting bladder. Your bladder is a firm and swollen ball of piss on your lower belly. You canât bounce - you canât move. Any movement to your bladder causes a tingle that goes right up your spine. Your pisshole is quivering, piss glistening at the end of your pisstube. Your bladder canât handle enough drop of piss inside it. You canât laugh - even breathing in deeply causes your bladder to spasm and ache. Thatâs what it feels like to have to pee.
and even when you âhave to peeâ you can hold it. Iâll make you hold it.
Daily reminder that all bladders- big and small, weak or strong- are hot in my book. Whether someone's bladder bulge is visible or not, a taut aching bulging bladder is so desirable to me.
That being said, I don't care whether you can hold a near-gallon or only a few fluid ounces. The dam will break eventually and you will piss yourself.
Watching a bladder finally burst and let out all that pent-up piss- no matter how much pee comes out or how long it takes before the stream starts- all over their clothes, the floor, someone else, is truly the highlight of my day.
Permanently full bladder, not getting fuller or more empty, but permanently 100% full. Bulging, and squirming, going pee just to let your muscles relax for a bit, knowing that won't stop the infinite amount of pee, knowing you'll be this full forever. Knowing that despite the permanent holding, your muscles won't ever let go and let you wet and experience that relief, knowing that you'll never get any less full. Driving and exercise would be torture, and god forbid your friends wanna bring you to the pool or beach. so much from this concept :3
Summary: You are a xenobiologist alone on a space station, caring for and studying a small life form you found on a nearby planet. The life form is bearing eggs that need to be laid, and your body makes the perfect incubator.
Xenobiology is a niche field, not because no one is interested in alien biology, but because aliens are feisty, and even the smallest single-cell organism has a habit of getting itself into trouble. That is to say, you werenât surprised when you entered the the lab to find your current project halfway out of its tank. You sighed and padded forward on bare feet. The little life form, a pinkish-red, semi-translucent mass of tentacles, had found a minuscule crack in the silicone caulking around its tank and had somehow managed to squeeze most of its tentacles through. You supposed that kind of thing was easy when you didnât have bones or cartilage. Usually, the creature was around the size of a golf ball, and would have easily been able to free itself from confinement, but with a body full of little pea-sized eggs, it had recently become much larger â around the size of a soccer ball.
âYou canât keep doing this, Squishy,â you reprimanded the creature. âIf you squeeze in somewhere you shouldnât be, you could get hurt.â
Squishy had no mouth, and so could not answer you. It did, however reach its long tentacles toward you. You offered your hand, letting them wrap around your fingers and your wrist. Life in an empty fish tank could get lonely. You know how it felt, gazing out of your window at night, watching the planet below. This station was your fish tank, and the alien youâd found was your only friend.
âYou canât come out this way,â you told Squishy as it tried to use your hand to pull itself the rest of the way out.
If it continued with that, it would end up crushing the eggs. So, to help, you opened the lid and dipped your free hand into the tank. When it felt your touch on its body, it slowly released you and slipped back inside its little prison. Just as you began to remove that hand, however, it latched on tight and scurried up your arm, tentacle over tentacle.
âHey! No! Bad Squishy!â
Across your shoulders it crawled, and then under the collar of your shirt and downward, where it latched onto your lower belly. You sighed again and ran a hand down your face. It was late, and you were tired. Why did this little alien have to be such a menace?
âYou canât stay there,â you told it.
Itâs tentacles spread out over your torso, slowly creeping across your skin like snakes. It was just a little thing when all balled up, but it could stretch itself to incredible lengths, and it was using that ability to wrap itself around you. You grabbed at the tentacles, gently trying to pry them away, but the creature was covered in a slick secretion, and as you grabbed one tentacle, another wiggled free from your grasp. You tried to scoop under its body and pry it away, but it was much stronger than it looked, and it had managed to suction itself down.
âReally?â you asked. âThis is what weâre doing right now?â You groaned and gave up. âAlright, tell you what. If you get back in the tank, Iâll bring it into my room and you can spend the night with me. Howâs that sound?â
Squishy understood you, that much was clear upon your first encounter with the creature. Squishy was also incredibly stubborn, and only rarely listened. Instead of releasing you, more tentacles erupted from its body and began their journey across your body, slowly, deliberately, as if searching for something. They wrapped around your arms and your neck, caressed your face, flicked at your nipples. A few more tentacles found their way past the hem of your sweats and coiled around your member.
âHey, thatâs off limits,â you told it, tapping on its lumpy body to try and dissuade it from going further.
Unfortunately, it had found what it was looking for. The tip of a tentacle prodded at your urethra.
âHey!â
You grabbed the creature hard and tried again to pry it away. You didnât care about keeping the eggs safe anymore; getting it off of you was more important. A tentacle tried to force its way past your lips, and you jerked your head away. It caused you to stumble, and you tripped over a stool and crashed to the ground. In an instant, more tentacles were around your wrists and thighs, holding you down, holding you open. They were stronger than you, and kept you pinned to your back.
âStop!â
The tentacle around your cock slipped inside your urethra, just barely, and you hissed at the pain.
âIâm serious! Things arenât supposed to go in there. Youâre going to hurt me!â
The tentacles were only the thickness of a pencil, but that didnât make the sensation any more pleasant. The alienâs body naturally excreted a lube-like substance that made it all too easy for it to insert itself where it wasnât wanted, and it slipped inside another centimeter.
âNo, no, no, no, no, noâŠâ
Panic began to set in as you realized that there was nothing youâd be able to do to get the creature off of you. You knew it liked dark, cramped spaces. What if it tried to fit its entire body inside? It would tear you open!
âPlease⊠Please,â you begged. âI can find you a better space. Please donât go inside of me.â
You hissed as it slipped another inch in.
âOh, god, noâŠâ
All you could do was grit your teeth and try to bear the pain. The tentacle slithered in slowly, inch by inch, all the way down your cock, until you could feel it coiling in your bladder. You clenched around it. With the sting of the intrusion and the friction on your length as the tentacle slithered around it, arousal was beginning to build. Your cock twitched as it hardened and grew. The creature didnât loosen its grip, holding your manhood like a vice.
âFuckâŠâ you swore under your breath.
Your hips bucked, and you sucked in a deep breath as all the tentacles began to writhe and undulate. Some of the tentacles around your legs retreated, instead curling around and massaging your balls. You raised your head to look down at the mass beneath your shirt. It looked grotesque, like something out of a horror movie. The creature let you lift your shirt, as if it knew you had given up trying to fight back. There, tightly hugging your belly, it pulsated, its translucent flesh stretched thin over the eggs inside.
âW- wait-â
You had seen this before with similar creatures, and knew all too well what came next. Tentacles took hold of the hem of your sweats and shimmied them down, exposing your hard cock, which sprung to attention. It wanted you to watch. You swallowed hard as the first of the eggs left the main body of the alien and made its way down the ovipositor, around your cock like a silly straw, and then stopped briefly at the opening of your urethra. For a moment, you thought that it might be too big to fit, and there was a flicker of hope⊠And then your hole stretched as the creature forced the egg inside.
âFuck!â you cried out.
The first egg was followed shortly by another, and then another, and then it was a seemingly endless conveyor of eggs, out of the alien and into your bladder. It was slow. Each one that came forced the last deeper, until they had filled you full. But it wasnât done. More came, forcing your bladder to stretch, and as they entered, they pressed and slipped against each other, like marbles in a bag. The need to use the restroom was intense, as was the burn that came with your bladder being stretched well past its limits. You watched in horror as the area of your lower belly where Squishy had planted itself began to rise and bulge outward. As the alien got smaller, the bulge grew larger and larger. You writhed on the ground, trying to break free of the tentacles holding you in place. The pressure was unbearable, and white-hot pain shot up your spine every time that damn tentacle moved inside of you and made you clench..
It also felt really fucking good.
âPleaseâŠâ you sobbed. âPlease, I canât take much more.â
You werenât sure if you were asking for it to let you go, or to keep going and push you over the edge, all you knew was that you needed release. Your body began to push involuntarily, trying to force out urine that wasnât there. It made the creature squeeze you tighter, and you quickly switched from pushing to clenching down. You cried out in pain and frustration.
Then, all at once, all movement stopped. Your chest heaved, your legs shook, and sweat beaded on your brow. The tentacles around your body loosened and began to retreat. You managed a glance downward at the alien sitting atop your bulging bladder like a throne. It looked like a deflated balloon. The poor thing was exhausted. You tried to sit up, but any movement at all made it feel like your bladder would burst. You lie there, tears streaming down your face, when the tentacle in your urethra slipped deeper. You gasped and looked downward again. The tentacle snaked inside, dragging the alien down your body.
âNo!â
You bolt upright and the pain in your abdomen nearly made you black out. You fell back and instead tried to arch your back so that you could reach your cock enough to wrap your hands around it. It wasnât a good angle, or a good grip, and the alien easily slipped through your fingers. Its body stopped at your entrance only briefly, just as the first egg had done, before it forced itself inside. You screamed and kicked while the bulge on the underside of your cock made its way downward, followed by the rest of the mass of tentacles, until the creature had disappeared entirely inside of you. It writhed around in your bladder, trying to make itself comfortable with its eggs. Your pushed involuntarily again, but nothing came out. A single tentacle had remained in your urethra, poking out of the tip of your cock just slightly, acting like a plug to keep everything inside.
âNo,â you sobbed. âGod, please, noâŠâ
There was no way to get it out on your own, and you preferred solo missions, so there was no one on the station to help you, either. You were on your own, with an alien life form and its thousands of eggs at home in your bladder. And, if this life form was like similar ones youâd studied from this planet, then the eggs would grow to many times their size before they were ready to hatch, months from now.
You rolled over onto your side and then carefully propped yourself up on your hands and knees. You manged to keep your torso straight and get your feet beneath you, and then used the edge of a nearby table to pull yourself up. Your still-hard cock bobbed between your legs, and the tentacle inside squirmed in reply. Carefully, you hobbled out of the lab, down the hall, and into the bathroom, where your bedraggled reflection gazed back at you from the mirror. You turned to the side and lifted your shirt. You rest a hand over the bulge and massaged gently, trying to relieve some of the discomfort. It still burned, but the pain had subsided slightly. That is, until the eggs inside shifted and the alien squirmed to get comfortable.
Comfortable⊠You scoffed. There would be no comfort for you for many months. The eggs were small now, but they would grow. Your bladder, the size of a soccer ball, would grow, and someday, you would have to try and push those eggs out through the same narrow tunnel they went in. And suddenly you found yourself laughing. What else could you do? You had become an incubator for an alien and its brood.
Your cock twitched. You were still horny, even now. You wrapped your hand around around it, rest the other over the bulge, and began massaging both. This was your life now. You might as well enjoy it.
i caved and made a secret omo account in the middle of my 12 hour hold to distract myself...
hi! call me flo! i'm an adult(of course). i go by they/she pronouns. i really really love bladder bulges, more than any other aspect of omo. funnily enough, not too big of a fan of the actual peeing/wetting part.
and here's a start of hold -> right now comparison to get started <3 it was so hard to stand up straight for the picture
some preferences under the cut:
omo DOs:
show me your bulge! send me DMs and asks anytime!
encourage me to hold! but don't be commanding/dominating please!
give me drawing suggestions! no promises, though!
omo DON'Ts:
please don't make explicit sexual comments towards me. calling my bulge hot is totally fine, but no graphic talk about having sex directed at me or anything
please don't flirt or suggest anything romantic!
sorry, i'm not into wetting/actual images or videos of pissing/diapers! don't send me or encourage me to do those things
