think of your bladder. an organ that exists for the sole purpose of collecting and expelling liquid waste. as an organism, there’s nothing more primal than the process of ingesting liquid, filtering it through your body, and then eliminating what’s left over from your system. when your bladder gets full and swollen with urine, every instinct, every impulse, every signal from your brain and body, tells you that you NEED empty it. that you need to relieve yourself of that uncomfortable, aching pressure inside of you, to free yourself of the burden of everything you’ve had to drink since your last trip to the bathroom.
think of the way your body rewards you when you give in and pee. the rush of happy brain chemicals as you void your bladder, the wonderful physical sensation of emptiness and lightness and relief inside of you. the incredible pleasure of fulfilling that most basic biological imperative.
but you don’t WANT to give in to that imperative, do you? even though it goes against millions of years of evolution, you want to keep all that waste inside of the bladder that’s so desperate to piss it all out. and, more importantly, i want your urine to stay right where it is. so you’ll clench those muscles and wait, no matter how strong the urge, no matter how loud your bladder screams for relief. won’t you?
Inspired by my current situation and a memory past:
Gamer omorashi.
Slow self-induced omorashi situations that happen during gaming sessions. They notice they need to go, but the game is too good. They decide to put it off a bit. Soon, they're fidgeting their legs ever so slightly as the need grows. But it doesn't register solidly as the need to pee, until they notice what a subtle shift does to their bladder. At this point, they have two choices: keep holding or get up.
If they get up, they may suddenly be subject to gravity's effects on their bladder, needing to hold themselves against having an accident, which may or may not work; they may mostly make it to the bathroom, likely with wet spots. Or gravity's pull may be too much, and standing ends up making them lose it.
If they stay down, they may ignore their bladder more insistently, telling themselves "I can wait a bit," pushing their limits. Legs pressed together, assisting the bladder in its task. Without gravity's pull, their bladder fills past their normal breaking point...something they notice only after the first real twinge. They get only seconds to decide a course of action. And if they don't think fast enough, wet seats/floors are very close at hand.
Gamers trying to focus on their party role, but they had like three Red Bulls to help them concentrate, and caffeine turns them into an urgent mess on a good day, facing the decision of whether to hold up the party, or accept the inevitable where they sit.
Gamers who were completely absorbed in their game, but lose stamina fast and fall asleep in the middle of gaming with their almost completely full bladder ignored; gamers who are surprised by waking up again wet; or gamers who sigh, because this happened AGAIN. Gamers who wake up wet but with a still pretty full bladder deciding whether to take it to the bathroom or just let go again because hey, they're already wet.
Gamers who play a horror game and fear-wet at a jump scare (or two. Or more).
You, sitting on the toilet. Begging to pee. You could if you wanted to, you're naked on a toilet! But you're a good boy and you're listening to me..... listening to me say that I have to pee just as bad as you do. I stand in front of you, squirming and dancing until I can't hold it. I straddle your lap, facing you, and start peeing all over you and into the toilet. I moan. I tell you it feels so fucking good. You feel my warm pee cover you, your own piss begging to be released. But you're not allowed. Such a good listener you are.
Jumps around restlessly, bouncing their legs as they angerly mutter how they don’t have to pee..
Glares at potty every time the walk by it
“I told yoU I CAN HOLD IT!!”
*huffs frustrated*-*discreetly squeezes crotch while shuffling then quickly regains posture like nothing’s wrong*
when they wet its a fast sudden waterfall that all comes out at once, that spreads alllllllll across the floor, loud hissy sounds of peeing mixed with loud splashing, as they miserably watch their embarrasseing accident!
🧺💦The sleepy wetter-
too comfy/cozy to hold it
lots of leaky accidents when drowsy! Not all there to really attempt to hold it lol! So lots of leaky drips into undies!
“mmhmm 5 more mins then I’ll go...”(lies and sleeps for 5 more hours making a yellow puddle across the bed!
Drifting in and out of sleep cause they keep relaxing thier body too much! waking up right before they wet, clenching and tensing their muscle!- then slowly loosening up and drifting back to sleep mode- then repeat lol
Being so drowsy they pee in the wrong place or with clothes still on and don’t fully realize “this isn’t right” until the damage is done!
when they wet usually a wet spot on the bed/couch/chair/etc! Sometimes makes a small-medium patch on there pants without realizing it cause they so out of it from being sleepy!
🧺💦The careless wetter-
Doesn’t plan out drinks and bathroom breaks accordingly!!
forgets to go potty and ends up at the last second a squirmy mess before having an accident!
easily distracted by videogames/book/movies/playing/etc! Always will say they will “go pee” after one more chapter/level/episode— but usually forgets.
*potty dancing* “nahh I don’t have to pee I’m good really!! Let’s play one more round!!!” *wets 2 mins later*
*suddently grabs crotch as pee spills down their legs* “o-oh-.. I didn’t know I had to go that bad...”
Will fidget and squirm without even realizing, before they wet they either show a small potty dancing sign or there NO Sigh at all!- they just standing there then looking surprised and shocked looks down to watch the “out of know where” accident lol
🧺💦The Soft wetter-
Blushy! blushy! blushy! Idea of peeing/wetting makes them a shy mess!
won’t take a potty break but gets pouty and annoyed when they gotta pee
Small shy discreet potty dances while whining
*small voice* “I-I kinda gotta pee... but I don’t wanna right now...but it’s ok! I promise!! I can hold itttttt” *doesnt meet your eyes*
leaks a lot when they start getting too desperate cause they didn’t like the overly full feeling- (even tho they could probably hold it a lot longer)- also ends up hiding wet spot/trying to ignore it cause they don’t wanna change yet!
When they wet there’s usually already a small wet patch from leaks- they squirm around before freezing up hands between their legs as slowly the wet patch re-darkens and spreads down, making small dips on the floor.
AN: old fic I edited. Not that great but piss is piss. All characters are mine and are girls even though half them of masc names, am big lesbian. Contains omorashi. Not your cup of pee? Don’t read.
God I’m such an idiot. I mean, it’s stupid enough to get into a car with the probably the dumbest person you know who only got their license two days ago. It’s stupid enough to let yourself be dragged to a fucking Ed Sheeran concert when the thought alone gives you a migraine. It’s stupid enough to be doing those two things at the same time.
But to have your hand firmly pressed into the crotch of your jeans as you try really, really hard not to piss yourself in a very new, very expensive car while everybody yells at you over it is just a little too stupid even for me.
“Remind me again why we can’t pull over?”
Cameron checks the time on her phone and exhales sharply. She turns around from the passenger seat to face me in the back, her expression pitying but mildly amused.
“We’re already running late. We won’t make it on time if we pull over, Prest.”
“I won’t make it in time if we don’t.” I reply irritatedly, bouncing my legs up and down.
“We have to find parking there, it's gonna take forever.”
“Oh ok, cool, I guess I’ll just piss myself while we do that then.”
“Calm down.” Cam scolds.
“I’m have to piss!” I whine.
“You’ve establishes that.” Dylan says.
“For the love of god, please don’t pee in my car.” Britney warns.
Fuck, why the hell are we even debating this? Why is Cam so dead set on getting to see Ed Sheeran on time? She hates Ed Sheeran just as much as I do. We’re all only going because of Britney. And we can totally still make it one time, it’s not like I take 20 minutes to piss anyway.
Dylan quietly groans in annoyance.
“Can’t you just hold it?” she whispers.
Does she even know me? I whimper in response and bounce my legs even faster, I can feel tears prick into my eyes. Fuck, I have to go so fucking bad right now. Goddammit, just pull over, Brit. It’s not that hard. Just turn on that turn signal you learned about and let me hit up a gas station or something. I don’t care if it’s not clean or if everyone will tease me for making such a scene over it, it beats paying to have the upholstery cleaned.
“Britney, please?”, I plead, “It’s an emergency!”
I can feel my face heating up in embarrassment. Almost on queue, I leak. Quite a bit. The crotch of my jeans becomes concerningly damp, more damp than I would like it to be by far. My heart jumps and I slam my legs together in a desperate attempt to not add to the damage.
“Why didn't you go before we left?” Cam groans.
“That was two hours ago, I didn't have to go then! I'm serious, just-”, I painfully whimper, “Goddamnit please!”
“ Okay, okay. Chillax, Preston. Don't get your panties in a twist, damn.I’ll pull over when I see a place, okay?”
“Did you just tell me not to get my panties in a twist?” I snicker.
“I won't take the next exit if that's how you're gonna be.” she smirks
I shut my mouth and ended up leaking again, a smaller amount this time. My whole body is quivering and I feel sick to my stomach. Tears start to form in my eyes as I realize that I’m probably not going to make it at this rate.
“Babe, are you alright? Can you wait until she pulls over?” Dylan asks quietly.
I shyly shake my head no.
“Hey, Britney…” I say, my voice trembling.
“Yeah?”
“I, uh, I don’t think I can hold it.” I admit.
The entire car instantly goes into panic and Britney slams on the gas. Cam yells at Brit for speeding, Dylan yells at Cam for telling me no the past three times I’ve asked, and they all yell at me for not going before we left. Mid argument, we hear sirens. Police sirens directly behind us to be specific.
Fuck no, fuck no, fuck no. If I”m not in a restroom in the next two minutes I’m done for. I see Britney cringe in the rearview mirror as she pulls over in a way different than the way I needed her to.
The cop gets out of his car and Britney rolls down the window.
“Dylan, I’m gonna piss. I can’t hold it.” I whimper.
“Hang tight, hang tight.” she urges.
“I can't!”
“Preston, hold it.” she commands through gritted teeth.
I do as I’m told, if not in the most obvious way possible.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” the cop asks.
Britney opens her mouth to speak but I’m forced to interrupt her.
“Yeah, I can’t hold it.” I admit as I quickly undo my seatbelt as open the car door. I literally can't afford to piss in this car.
A loud chorus of ‘oh my god’’s and ‘don’t you dare’’s fills my ears, but they’re all ignored. I attempt to at least run to the side of the car farthest away for the street, but I feel a hand grip my shoulder and hold me back. Fuck, the cop. I can’t do this, I really really truly cannot.
“Sir, I know you probably hear this excuse all the time but I’m literally about to-” I stutter. I feel the humiliating feeling of piss running down the leg of my jeans. It’s happening. Fuck, fuck fuck!
“I’m pissing myself.” I wince.
The cop steps away in surprise and everyone in the car immediately goes quiet in shock. The cop goes back to his car and starts talking to the other cop as I stop fighting it and entirely soak my jeans. It feels never ending and I try not to let the fact that I’m enjoying it more than I should show in my face. Dylan steps out of the car for whatever reason.
“Sorry, man.” I cringe as it all finally ends, my jeans sticking to my leg with disturbingly warm wetness..
“It’s okay. But everyone in the car is practically dying laughing. ” she teases.
The cop comes back to us and studies me a moment.
“Are you under the influence of alcohol?” he asks. I blush.
“N-no?” I say, confused as to why he’s even asking until remembering that it would be a valid excuse as to why my jeans were drenched.
He makes metake a breathalyzer and walk in a straight line and recite the alphabet, which is absolutely mortifying because it’s four in the afternoon and just about every car on the freeway is trying to get a glimpse of what’s going on as my feet splash in the small puddles that have formed in my sneakers. The cop exhales as I successfully complete my assignment.
“I’m gonna let your friend off the hook just this once because it seems you were the reason she was speeding. Don’t let it happen again.” he warns.
“Yes sir.” I nod embarrassedly as I remember I’m wearing a sweatshirt and tie it around my waist.
I get into the car and everyone sits in mostly silence aside from some desperately stifled laughter. I suck up my pride and crack a smile.
“You have my permission to laugh.” I roll my eyes. And they all proceed to burst out laughing harder than I’ve heard any of them laugh in a while.
Wizard needs a familiar. Not wanting to deal with an animal, they enchant a little plant. Plant turns into plantboy/plantgirl, and the wizard starts showing them the ropes after giving them something to wear. Plant-person is quickly growing fidgety, but doesn't explain what's wrong...because they can't. Plant-person is dealing with having s bladder for the first time.
Eventually plant-person drops to the floor, a descent caused by knees weakened by desperation. The wizard asks if they're alright, but only gets this wavering, wobbly noise in return. It finally clicks what's going on when the wizard notices they can see the growing puddle under their familiar.
No one told the wizard they'd have to potty train their familiar...
Your fave's roomie asks if they need the bathroom before they take a shower. Having just recently relieved themselves, they say to go ahead.
Fave has either forgotten or not noticed that they've pounded like 1¾ liters of cola, and they're the kind that caffeine cuts straight through.
Hold it and risk an accident, or barge into the bath, panicky-repeating "sorry gotta go now"? Do they barge in and just barely not make it? How does their roomie respond?
