Probably my best macro micro omo prompt yet…
Macro micro omo but the micro is in the macros pants, but outside their underwear. They both really have to pee, the micro has been signaling for the macro to let them out for almost 30 minutes; but the macro is currently at work, and has a task that has to be done before they can head to their lunch (and to the bathroom).
The micro has been potty dancing next to the macro’s privates, making the macro jealous, at least they can hold themselves. If the macro tried to grab their junk, they’d risk squishing the micro. So they’ve just been bouncing in place this whole time.
At one point the micro ends up leaking, leaving a near imperceptible stain on the macro’s pants. Once they finish the task, they make a mad dash to the bathroom only to find the one on that floor being out of order, so they rush to one on the lower floor and get stuck in a line. They bounce in place as the line slowly moves forward, trying to not jostle to micro–or their own bladder– too much.
The wait outside the bathroom is agony. The sound of peeing, flushing toilets, and hands being washed under running water is too much. Just as they’re about to go in, they check their watch and realize that their lunch is over, meaning that they have to go back to their desk.
They can feel their bladder slosh with every step. And the micro desperately patting their lower abdomen to get their attention is not helping.
“Just hold on a bit more little guy…once I finish this we both get to go..”
They manage to finish some more work, then finally, finally, excuse themself to take a much needed leak. Except, they were so lost in their desperation they forgot that they had a meeting at that time! So now they and everyone else in the office is being herded to the meeting room. They feel another leak, not them, but the micro. They can’t hold on much longer!
Desperate, they stop just outside the meeting room, noticing a potted plant in the corner. They frantically unzip their pants and pull the micro out, setting them on the edge of the pot.
“M-make it quick! I can’t be too late for this meeting, it’s important!”
So the micro tries to pee as fast as they can while the macro keeps watch, tormented by the sounds of a trickle of piss. The micro can only empty themselves halfway before being yanked up. The sudden motion cuts their stream off, they weren’t done yet!
“Someone’s coming!”
In their panic, they realize too late that they shoved the micro into their underwear. But there’s no time to fix it, they’re already late for the meeting! So they have eyes on them as they enter the room, the manager is still speaking as the door opens and they awkwardly shuffle to an open seat.
“Look who finally decided to join us.”
A blush runs across their face. The meeting goes on, and they can’t even focus on what’s being said. They have to pee. So. Bad. If they could just leak once, just one teeny tiny drop of relief! But they don’t know if they would be able to stop. They’d probably just keep going, gushing warm wet pee.. completely soaking their briefs.. being blissfully empty…
They snap out of their fantasy. Thinking about it was only going to make the urge worse. They try and put their focus back on the meeting.
“…So corporate wants us to sample this new product and give feedback.”
Product? What product?
A water bottle was placed in front of them, as one was given all of the employees in the room. They grimaced, the absolute last thing they needed was more water. But it’s not like they could refuse it. They slowly unscrew the cap and take a tiny sip. Cold water rushes down their throat. They can feel their bladder protesting. They barely drank any and they were already regretting it.
Twenty minutes go by, when they feel a weird sensation on their body. The micro, who has been trying desperately to keep still, can’t keep still anymore. Their bladder filled back up during the meeting, and peeing earlier weakened their bladder. They had to go now or they were gonna have an accident.
The macro feels their face flush. The micro squirming so much right next to their most sensitive areas.. was making them desperate for something other than a piss.
They shift in their seat.
Please stop moving..!
Suddenly, the boss calls for a break. Finally, they can take a long overdue piss. Or that’s what they thought. They turn to leave, when their boss calls them over. Why now, why has their luck been so bad today?!
“It won’t take too long.”
It turns out, that he just wanted to compliment them on a job well done. Their very efficient, a very hard worker.. they’d usually be eating up the praise but they have more urgent matters to attend to. Their bladder feels so heavy, so full. They could see it bulging out under their shirt. It took all their strength to not potty dance on the spot.
“I was actually gonna.. h-head to the restroom,” they squeaked.
“Oh, well then don’t let me stop you! That water went through you fast, huh?”
“Y-yep..”
They hobble out of the room, just in time for a warm gush of pee to leak out of them. Or on them? Oh fuck, the micro, they had completely forgot!
The whole time the micro had been fighting back tears, trying to hold on as best they could. But how could they, when they were being jostled around, next to a macro’s bladder? They desperately tried to stop, but their floodgates had opened.
They felt warm wetness spread across their lap, and run down their legs. They couldn’t even focus to try and stop the flow, because the macro was desperately running to the bathroom to stop them from ruining their clothes. They couldn’t live it down if someone else peed their pants.
The macro makes it to the bathroom in time for the micro to go in the toilet, but by the time the micro finishes, there’s no time left for the macro to pee. God, they have to go so badly.
They have to hobble back into the meeting room, feeling the heavy weight of their bladder. They could feel piss sloshing inside them with every small movement, and the micro was unintentionally pressing down on it when they tried to adjust themselves. A particularly awkward movement made the macro’s eyes go wide.
*psh*
They felt the tiniest of leaks escape from them. It was embarrassing, but even the most minuscule drops of pee leaving their bladder felt heavenly. The micro flinched when they felt something warm and wet drip onto their head.
Are you peeing on me?!
The rest of the meeting continued like that. They slowly let our tiny leaks, just so they could hold on a little longer. But they were only making their situation worse. Not helping them, was the micro, who was trying to move out of the way of their leaks, and praying that the macro wouldn’t have an accident.
Fifty minutes pass. Finally, the meeting is over. What was once controlled leaks was turning into unintentional spurts. They were losing control of their bladder. The macro sprinted to the bathroom, only to find it closed for cleaning. They bounced in place. They couldn’t use the plant, it would be obvious what they were doing. They turned around and booked it to the janitors closet, praying the door would be unlocked, leaving a trail of tiny yellow droplets behind them.
Mercifully it was. They slam the door behind them, but it was too late. As they desperately undid their belt, the floodgates opened. A strong burst of piss gushed out of them, running down their pant legs. They tried to stop, but it just kept flowing. The micro, swept up in a wave of piss fell onto the floor, thankfully unharmed, but getting a front row seat to a torrent of yellow rain.
The macro sobbed. They were so close to avoiding an accident but they couldn’t hold it. They leaned against the door, slowly sliding down as their bladder completely emptied. They were utterly humiliated, but the relief was overwhelming. They just sat in their puddle, eyes glazed while continuing to empty. It was so much, how had they managed to do that? Eventually, as their stream slowly tapered off, they heard a knock at the door, sending them crashing back down into reality.
“Hello? Everything alright in there?”
Shit. How were they gonna explain this to the staff?