#fictomo

[kittyscarfredux]

A conversation with Chat GPT uses 500 ml of water to cool its server, so every time you want to ask Chat GPT to write piss fic for you, you could just drink 500 ml of water yourself instead and then maybe you will have an idea for a piss fic

[hunbunbunnie]

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

[omorashisideblog]

Today I am thinking about: an office worker who heads to the men's room like any other day, but before he gets there one of the managers - an older man - brushes past him with a quick apology. When the worker walks into the bathroom the manager is at the closest urinal, hand braced against the wall while he pisses like a broken fire hydrant. He briefly thinks "wow he needed to go," but then takes care of his own business and washes his hands. It's not until he's pushing the door open that he realizes the manager is still peeing.

How much was he holding? How long was he holding?

The worker can't stop thinking about it. His desk is in view of the manager's office door, it's easy to keep an eye on it and see how often the guy visits the men's room. The answer is: rarely, if ever. Nearly every single day the worker has seen him get up, start walking toward the bathroom, only to be stopped by a worker or another manager who needs him for something. Once, it happened three times in a row. There's been more than one day where the manager doesn't get to visit the bathroom a single time that the worker sees.

One day the worker tries to keep pace with him. He subtly keeps an eye on how much coffee the manager is drinking, how many bottles of water he goes through to keep his throat moist during phone meetings and zoom calls. The morning is all right, lunch is a bit difficult, and by the last hour the worker is so desperate that he has to give up and go piss just so he can actually do his job. As he's on his way back to his desk, extremely relieved, he sees the manager excuse himself from a phone call and practically sprint to the bathroom with his hands already reaching for his belt.

How long can he go on like this, cutting it so close? Surely he knows this is dangerous. Surely one day he won't make it.

A few days later the worker happens to head past the manager's office while his door is open, and he gets a wild idea. He offers to get the manager another coffee on his way back. Seemingly without thinking about it, the manager says sure, thanks.

It's cruel, but the worker can't help it. He has to see what happens.

And so he keeps this up, offering to fetch coffee or water or anything. It doesn't make a huge difference, but he definitely sees the manager slightly more red-faced every time he's interrupted. Someday it will happen. Someday...

The day comes without warning. The worker hasn't even gotten the manager an extra beverage today, they've both been so busy. But he's made a habit of watching the manager every time he gets up, so he still sees it when - only fifteen minutes from the end of their day - the manager leaves his office with a stiff stride and a particularly serious expression.

Before he can make it far another manager stops him, a woman, showing him something on a tablet. They stand there and talk for several minutes and the worker can't hear what it's about, but he sees the manager's brow keep furrowing, sweat shining on his forehead. Sees him start to bend at the waist, move his legs to keep his knees together. Once, he visibly winces and bites his lip.

And then it happens. A dark stain starts spreading at his crotch, streaking down his leg. The manager grabs himself and says something to the woman, an apology or an excuse, and starts walking as quickly as he can down the hallway. The worker can't help but stare as he passes, at the liquid clearly pouring between his fingers as he pisses hard into his suit pants. By the time he gets to the men's room he's peed so much that his pants can't soak it up and he's left a few damp spots on the carpet.

The woman manager looks confused but not shocked, so maybe she somehow didn't notice - too focused on the tablet. It seems like the worker is the only one who knows exactly what just happened.

He's got his phone out and he's already searching for the nearest department store to buy a new pair of pants as he heads for the men's room himself. If he gets on the manager's good side, maybe he won't notice how eager the worker is to help him... Or ask for details... Or get him another drink.

[dandelionsoda]

The wet spot on your underwear that's not even soaked through, not enough to be noticeable to anyone aside from you, but you know it's there. It's a reminder of how close you came to losing it when you were on the brink, an embarrassing little secret that taunts you with the knowledge that you were barely able to control your bursting bladder. Or, if you're still desperate, it's a terrifying promise of what's to come, slowly growing with every tiny leak, threatening to turn from a shameful secret to a full on display that everybody around you can see.

[azeomo]

I need to barge into the room like I own it just when he's about to go take a bathroom break, slam the door open so hard he jumps a little and when he turns to face me, I see a little bit of darkness on the front of his pants. At first, I'm not sure if it's the lighting or what I hope it is, but then he turns at a different angle and the darkness is still in the exact same place.

He got so scared he peed a little.

I wonder, can I get more out of him?

Now that his bladder's tasted relief, it's not going to give up until it gets what it wants. He tries not to let me see how much worse the urge has gotten now that he's started, how he needs to keep his thighs closed just to not flood his clothes, but I'm observant. I notice.

I get all up in his personal space. Back him into the wall. Then I slam my hand just an inch from his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut, whimpers. His thighs tremble. Some more escapes his control.

I grab his chin between my thumb and index finger and force him to look at me.

"What's up? Are you scared of me?"

He's clenching with all his might, and yet he's dripping in his pants like a broken faucet. He can't fight me off or he's gonna have an accident.

I put my palm on his crotch.

He jumps at the unexpected sensation. A big leak warms my hand. His legs try to close around my fingers.

"Aww, are you gonna wet your pants?*

He doesn't say a word. His eyes are watering, his breath hitches, but he looks me dead in the eyes, tries so hard to be defiant.

I squeeze. He gasps, leaks again. Strong at first, then weaker, then just a few drops here and there. It takes him several seconds to stop himself. He's soaked by now, the wet lines reaching down to his ankles, it's even started pooling on the floor.

Cute.

I use the heel of my hand to press his bladder. Finally, he completely loses control. His piss comes out hissing, running down his legs and my hand. It drips onto the floor, adds to the puddle at his feet. He breaks eye contact. He looks up, down, left, right, anywhere except my face, his cheeks burn, his eyes water, and yet it feels so good to finally go. Are his legs shaking from relief or fear?

When he's done, I remove my hand from his dick, shake off most of the pee still on it and wipe the rest on him. And if he falls to his knees in his own puddle sobbing once I've left, well that's really not my problem anymore, is it?

[genderweird-individual]

Obsessed with there being a "point of no return" in wetting/general piss scenarios. Maybe it's a leak that went too far, or them not being able to stop once they start

Either way it's coming out NOW

[goodomoboy-mdni]

college student taking an online exam with a lockdown browser so they can’t get up or move or anything but they’re oh so so desperate to pee and they can’t squirm so they just keep leaking into their underwear and they start to cry and they’re so pathetic and whimpery 🤤

[pissbuddysrevived]

i love when sci fi settings have special suits that characters wear and

obviously the suit has a potty function so the characters dont have to worry about relieving themselves when theyre on a planet with a different atmosphere or in zero gravity

but what if a character isnt used to using the suit and they get a bit shy

everyone else around them are just going whenever they get an urge but theyre desperate! and no matter how much they try to relax they just cant get themselves to go

maybe finally they have to be taken aside somewhere quiet..somewhere safe where they can finally focus on using their suit

maybe their partner even presses on and rubs their bladder, getting them to relax as the days pent up urine all comes gushing out into the suit