Alright let’s talk about the time I peed alongside my friend in a public shower🫣
I was around 18-19 and a couple towns over had just opened a water park, so we would go regularly and it was always super packed because new. It was almost time for the park to close when we went to get our stuff from the lockers so you can imagine the locker room was packed too. The line for the restroom was wrapped around the corner and outside and there was no way we could get in there before the park closed.
I needed to pee but not desperately, so i was sort of looking forward to holding it all the way back to our town. My friend however, was much more desperate. She said there was no way she could make it home, as she needed to go right now. We stood in line for a few minutes but we knew there was no chance of making it. After a few minutes she whispered in my ear that she had leaked and couldn’t hold it anymore, so we thought of going to the shower stalls.
The showers were a lot less crowded, but we still had to wait for one to free up. Standing there listening to the water running sent my need to pee up to a 9, so I have no idea how she was able to hold it, but we finally got an open stall.
As soon as I closed the door behind us she was tearing off her bikini bottom while frantically grabbing her pussy. I was trying to turn the shower on so the splashing pee would be less obvious but I could feel my own muscles ready to give out. As soon as the shower hits us she started pissing hard down her legs and onto the floor and both our feet. Her moan of relief is the final straw for me and I spurt pee into my bottoms before I can get them off. I pull the crotch to the side as we continue filling the shower stall with piss, standing about 6-8 inches apart. At one point our allotted water time ends and we both have to grab our pussies to cut off the flow long enough to get the water flowing again
i’m really just hooked on the idea of being exposed while leaking today bc imagine a pretty girl in a dress - not super short, but it’s short enough that when she sits, if she isn’t careful there is nothing between her panties and the chair.
and nobody knows it but she’s been out and about for hours and hasn’t had the chance to pee for a while. she’s bursting. but she’s bladder shy, and she’s having fun with her friends, and doesn’t want to take time away to try to pee, just to not be able to go anyway because it’s not a bathroom she’s comfortable with.
and she’s used to this, really. being bladder shy has given her quite the control. she isn’t concerned, really. so she’s just. unbelievably full and having a normal conversation with her friends, sitting on a plastic chair in the back yard at some friend’s party.
you’re not in the conversation, but nearby. you notice her. you can tell she’s a bit awkward in her movements. notice her hand rubbing slowly up and down her thigh. how she doesn’t seem able to sit still, and her thighs are pressed together in a less than normal way.
there are some points of the conversation where she goes a bit quiet, but you can’t hear the conversation enough to know if it’s about that or maybe about what you’re starting to suspect is a full bladder.
her friends move eventually, going to go talk to someone else in the yard. she slowly gets up to go with them, very careful in her movements. but she seems fine once standing. there’s nothing on her dress. she’s not crossing her legs. maybe you were wrong.
as she walks away you notice the chair she was in has… moisture on it? not a puddle, but definitely like something wet had been there. a few moments later she returns, and… wipes the seat with a napkin. she looks around shyly and notices you watching. she blushes but shrugs. “spilled something,” she says, “didn’t want anyone to sit in it.”
you nod and smile, but you know better. you know exactly what she spilled.
she goes to stand with her friends across the yard, and you keep watching her. of course you do. you couldn’t take your eyes off of her if you tried. and she still looks normal, but she’s still constantly moving, swaying in a way that subtly shifts her weight from foot to foot. tapping her foot occasionally. you notice her hand move to her lower stomach a few times, touching gently before moving it away. it seems like a nervous habit. a friend holds out a drink to her. she takes it, and takes a sip, but no more. maybe she’s too polite to say no?
eventually she stills, and you watch carefully to see what is happening. her posture is stiff. in the fun party lighting of the yard you notice it- a drop of liquid dripping down the back of her thigh. just one drop, sliding down, down, down leaving a wet trail behind as it goes. two more follow in quick succession, and you wonder if she’s breaking. if she’ll wet herself right there in the middle of the party. you spare a glance to her face and see that somehow, even as she leaks, she’s still talking; fully involved in the conversation. she must have so much practice with this.
your eyes trail back to her legs and you watch as the other two wet tracks make their way down her leg. you’re not at the right angle to see if there are any more leaks than that, but you can’t risk getting closer. it’s a good thing you’re known for not liking parties. you just go because your friend insists. you’ll have to thank them for that later.
a few minutes later, your eyes catch as a stream of clear liquid drips down her leg - it definitely can’t be called a drop anymore. there’s too much. how are her friends not noticing this?
she’s at her limit, it seems. she excuses herself from her friends and… goes over to the edge of the yard. you know there’s a bike path behind the house, and it turns into forest. none of her friends are going with her, and it’s getting dark. she really shouldn’t go out there alone.
you head over, too. just to make sure she’s safe. but casually, of course. you don’t want to be creepy or make her uncomfortable. as you get closer, though, she hears your footsteps and turns around. her hand flies away from her crotch as she does- seems she was finally holding herself since she’d thought she was out of eyes view. she’s blushing with exertion, but she smiles at you again. “sorry,” she says, waving her hands a bit. she’s shifting from foot to foot. “did you need something? i just had to-“ and she gestures vaguely to the small gate that leads to the woods behind the property. she’s bouncing, a hand on her thigh in a way that tells you it would be jammed against her crotch if she weren’t talking to you.
“s’fine. just wanted to tell you not to go too far into the woods. it can be dangerous.”
she nods, and her smile looks less forced, more genuine. “thanks. i’ll be careful.”
she turns around again and as she opens the gate and goes through it you can see that she’s leaking more now, several more thin streams cascading down the backs of her legs. her flip flops are wet.
you figure you’ll wait nearby the gate until she gets back, just to make sure she’s fine. you’d gotten lost in those woods before, you know they can be tricky.
what you didnt think was that she wouldn’t go far at all. you can hear through the fence a loud, splashing torrent of liquid against dirt and a relieved sigh. it sounds like she’s right there on the path, like she didn’t even make it into the woods. maybe she hadn’t intended to. she pees for a long time. you wish you were wearing a watch so you could know just how long. she must have been holding for hours.
you try not to listen. really you do. you don’t want to be creepy. but it’s so loud, and then less loud, and then a trickle, and the nothing. you’re almost relieved when it’s over, because you’re so turned on and don’t know how much more of that you could take
and then the back gate is opening again and she turns to see you, smiling. her face is still pink, but yours is now, too. she looks far more relaxed. “see, i didn’t get lost or eaten”
you laugh. you didn’t expect her to want to talk to you after that interaction you’d had. you’d figured she would be embarrassed since it was clear you’d caught onto her predicament. “i’m glad.”
she looks you over, then holds up the cup that’s still in her hand. you notice now it’s empty. “want to come with me to get a refill?” she asks, surprising you. “you know, since i spilled mine before,” her smile is telling. she hadn’t seemed like it, but she knew you were watching. maybe that whole time she had known. and now she was smirking, teasing - but it’s not mean, it’s playful. intrigued.
you smile, and take her cup. “we’ll get you some napkins, too. just in case.”
love the trope of someone needing to pee so desperately and resorting to slowly, discreetly trying to let it out.
girls in skirts, sitting with a group of people. maybe there's no bathroom around, or maybe it's occupied. in any case, she's desperate and very aware that she's not gonna make it to the bathroom at this rate. so she starts slowly leaking into her panties, trying to adjust her skirt so it won't get wet. trying to hide the relief on her face as she starts going fully, a small puddle forming under her thighs.
or boys who are too embarrassed to admit they need to go until they get far too desperate to make it to the bathroom. but it's so mortifying to admit they're about to have an accident simply because they were too shy to say anything in time. so he lets out little spurts into his boxers, trying to let it soak in before he keeps going, desperate to not let it show through his pants. cursing inwardly as his stream gets stronger, praying that whoever he's with can't hear the hissing.
one of my favourite (and honestly? underrated) things in omo/pee holding: leaks. the MAIN thing i look for in omo content are people leaking... so here are my favourite 'leaks'
when men are desperate to pee in only underwear, and suddenly a huge spurt floods out through the fabric as a little arch <333333
really noticeable leaks: on the front of light clothing, huge leaks the size of a tennis ball, big enough for the person to hide it as they're so embarrased
barely noticeable leaks: on dark clothing, a little tiny wet spots on the crotch, positioned in a way that the person would have to move in a certain way to see it
when people leak in black/dark coloured clothing, and you can't see the liquid spread, unless you look under some light... you see the liquid shine in the light as it hisses out
when there are multiple huge wet spots on a person's crotch area because they've tried moving around in a certain way to prevent another leak from occurring, but it just hasn't helped in the slightest
when people are on a couch/car seat/lightly coloured towel/pillow and leak, before getting up and realising that they've left a patch of wetness on the seat
when guys aim into a bottle/jug/container to pee in, but they're so desperate, so they accidentally let go of a rivulet and it lands on the floor instead of in the container
when women are stopping and starting their pee (this happens to me 🤭) and when they're holding, a tiny little leak can't help but force out of them due to their muscles being so tired and so weak
a person leaks, and maybe it's the first one or one of many, and they just freeze. maybe they're doing something where they can't reach down and hold themselves/assess the damage, so they squeeze their thighs tightly in hopes it'll help (it won't)
when a person leaks as their bladder's being pushed on 😳. imagine a sub/dom situation, or a medical exam, or someone pressing totally by accident
Something in omo that isn't talked about enough in my opinion is wetting through their hands. Something about it is just so hot to me. Like they knew they couldn't hold it anymore but they keep holding their crotch despite pee getting all over their hands.
Even better when someone else tries to get them to stop holding themselves and just relax because it's clearly not helping them but they refuse to listen.
It could be for one or two reasons:
Because they're incredibly shy and don't want anyone to see them like that (even though holding themselves does nothing)
They're panicking because they haven't ever had an accident before so they think there's still a chance of stopping the flow.
The Mahito fic I've been working on will be posted either tonight or tomorrow. Sorry it's taking me so long. Peak season is kicking my ass and on top of that, I've been sick. On average I have about 110 packages everyday. Which isn't a ton but for a small route like mine it is 😅
Wish I had a piddle pad I could just go and do little leaks on thoughout the day. The only toilet in my house is on the other side of the house, downstairs and through the lounge then the kitchen before finally reaching the potty. It's so far.
It would be so much better if whenever I felt a strong urge to piddle I could pull my pants down, squat over my little piddle pad and let out some leaks and spurts until my pee hole stops twitching. Then I could hold the rest in until I want to go downstairs!
But I'd like it so the piddle pad can't hold an entire wee, so I have to make sure I stop. And the more the day goes on, the more leaks I've done into it, the less it can hold but the more desperate im getting from not getting to fully release my bladder.
Finally I'm potty dancing in front of the pad ready to let out some big desperate spurts so I can get back to an important project that I can't take a break from to go to the toilet. I let out one spurt and my pee hole is quivering ready to let out another when I realise - the pad is full - if I let out any more it will overflow.
So I'm forced to walk back to my desk. My bladder - expecting a little bit more relief - screaming at me to go downstairs to the potty but I don't have time. Little leaks and dribbles are soaking into my boxers and I know I don't have long before I start to let go into my chair. The full piddle pad taunting me from the other side of the room
sometimes i fantasize about being desperate and releasing small unnoticeable leaks in my underwear as i try to hold the rest… trying not to squirm as i clench my thighs and stay composed… having to nonchalantly keep on doing whatever stupid task i absolutely have to do on my computer right now and can’t postpone just for a stupid bathroom break… maybe the first leak would be on purpose, just to help me hold longer… but it feels so good that my need suddenly intensifies and now i have to remove my clothes and grind against a towel as i keep on working on my computer, more dribbles leaking out from me against my will… a small wet and warm spot appearing on my towel as i grind faster… the warmth and growing wetness making it so much harder to hold now… waves of pleasure washing over me each time I spurt in it… moaning as it all feels so good… too good…
have some omo things ive been obsessed with lately as compensation for my lack of existence on here lol
someone who's desperate while playing a video game that they CAN pause. they just dont because theyre SO close to beating this level or they're just having SOOOO much fun. and! they can hold it! theyll get up soon they just wanna keep playing! but as they keep going they do worse and worse at the game and become a squirmy whiny mess and theyre not even having fun anymore. they dont know why theyre still sitting but they HAVE to keep playing. and theyre leaking and starting to cry and it's coming out and it won't stop- then theyre in a mess. embarrassed and ashamed and oh so blushy
someone who's distracted by the tv, they barely register they have to go but theyre squirming and doing a little potty dance. they just wanna see what comes next! they dont wanna miss the next bit! theyre practically on the edge of their SEAT. whether thats because they unconsciously feel the need to hop out of their spot to rush to the bathroom or because of their interest in whats on the tv is... irrelevant... they only really realize that it's BAD when they leak. they try to get to the bathroom but end up with a puddle that spreads down the hall instead
someone who's sitting at a table with others, really REALLY needs to go bad... but can't be excused for whatever reason. so theyre just quiet and trying to hold on until they can leave. crossing their legs and squirming and subtly holding themselves. theyre completely tuned out of the conversation, face sweaty and red. its brushed off as them not feeling well but it just keeps getting worse and then! the pattering sound of liquid dripping onto the floor starts coming from under the table. and all they can do is try to hide their blushy teary face in their hands as the others at the table realize what happened
sleepy wetting where they know they need to go but they just cant get themselves to wake up enough and out of bed. theyre so full it hurts but their body feels so heavy and so so so tired. they do eventually get up but gravity isnt kind to them. and the floor right by their bed gets soaked. or maybe they do make it! but the relief is so nice that they end up falling asleep in the bathroom. (and making a mess and falling over if they stand to pee)
someone who's drunk or high and hilariously pathetic at holding it. theyre leaky and squirmy and a whole mess. they dont know what to do and need someone to help. half way through stumbling to the bathroom they get distracted and FORGET they need to go, until theyre cruely reminded. when they have an accident they just owlishly stare at the wet spot as they slowly register what happened. or maybe theyre overly emotional and just start bawling! either way! theyre a mess
when someone is so obviously desperate but nobody says anything. theyre shifting from foot to foot, crossing their legs, squeezing their thighs, constantly moving, their voice is wavering and they let out noises and huffs and whines. little quiet "o-oh!"s and "mm!"s every so often. its the perfect picture of someone having a full potty emergency to the highest degree but they dont say anything and nobody else does either. everyone knows! and everyones thinking about it! but it's not acknowledged at all until finally the person has an accident. and they apologize, say they thought they could hold it... theyre an embarrassed sad mess and they desperately need a hug
on the other side of the coin, someone who practically shows no emotion when theyre desperate. the only person who can tell is their partner/closest friend. its subtle tells- their muscles tense a bit every now and then, brow furrowed more, tiny shifts in their stance, occasional sighs- nobody else sees it except for the one who knows them the best. and when they have an accident, you wouldnt be able to tell how upset they were... but on the inside theyre VERY upset. and their partner can tell, and they get a long deep hug
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
5) Locked out. It's such a fun thing, a character on the brink of an accident, they're seconds from salvation, the toilet just a door or two away. But then they jiggle the knob or they drop their keys *between* the slits of the patio/doorway and are locked away from relief~
4) Car/vehicle. Cars are fun because it's an enclosed space where a character is forced to sit, a seatbelt digging into their mid section as the road seems to go on for miles without a sign of a rest stop or even a bush.
Buses tho? Ooh even BETTER. A character in a crowded bus, they have to stand, one hand shakily holding the loop/overhead handle as their other hand is tightly fisted as they're forced to stand there, all their willpower into not squirming/crossing their legs. Mix in an unexpected lurching of the bus? Ooh👀👀
3) Sickness. God love me a good scenario where the character is sick or injured to a point where they can't get up to go to the washroom. Especially with characters who are either too shy or feel they need to prove they're not a bother so, they're trying so damn hard to hold it! But, in their weakened state, their bladder just can't hold it as long. So they're either going to wet the bed or have to panic and call out for help and admit how they're seconds from peeing~
2) Bedwetting. Woof woof a character so deeply asleep that their bladder just goes while they're unconscious is very very good. Especially if they wake while they're mid-wetting but they're still half asleep and continue to pee despite technically being awake♡
1) Peeing in a potty/not large enough containers. WOOF WOOF GRRR my utter FAVE. A character just SO desperate they don't care anymore, they just dont want to wet themselves! They hastily grab the potty and squat or awkwardly sit on it, knees knocked together as their bladder deflates as urine hisses into the container.
Then ofc since it's not made for an adult bladder, it overfills and urine starts to trickle out and pool beneath them and the potty~♡ And they just can't stop going so they just sit there and continue to fill what's already flodded hehe
I have to know this with either the male characters of jjk or the ones of demon slayers pls.
Who is more likely to wet the bed during a nightmare, to wet the bed because they dreamed of a toilet/they were peeing when in fact they were going in their pants while sleeping and who wets the bed when they feel so safe and finally in an environment at ease that their bladder just relaxes and stops holding (something completely mortifying, but very sweet if you realize the reason).
I'm probably sure some characters could be in multiple categories, but it's an interesting question I think.
Are these incidents often, chronic or from time to time?
I'll go with Demon Slayer since there are characters over 18 to work with 🫡
Who is more likely to wet the bed during a nightmare?
I'm gonna go with Obanai here because you can't tell me he doesn't have chronic nightmares because of how he grew up. He often has really severe nightmares that no one knows about because he's ashamed of them. He doesn't like to talk about them because he hates bringing up his past. Unfortunately for Obanai, it's a problem he's struggled with for years. No one knows about the bed-wetting issue but Mitsuri knows about the nightmares.
Who dreams of a toilet?
I could see this happening to Sanemi while he's asleep. The problem is- he trains so hard that he's too exhausted to remember to use the bathroom. He may go to sleep needing to pee without even realizing it. He usually wakes up before he wets himself but sometimes he's not so lucky and wakes up after he's already soaked. He tries to hide it from everyone else when he wakes up. If anyone sees him, he intimidates them into silence.
Who accidentally relaxes too much?
Definitely Giyuu. When he's finally able to fully relax, sometimes he doesn't realize he was holding his bladder the entire time. His body is so used to holding it that he can do it without really knowing he needs to pee. He's made that mistake a few times so he tries to always pee before going to bed.
Sorry it took me so long to respond, peak season is kicking my ass 😅
you guys ever think about people in the past having piss kinks? did Friedrich the 18th-century tailor ever end up with a really awkward boner when his friend Hans had to piss really badly on a long carriage ride and only just made it to the outhouse? did he jerk off about it that night imagining Hans not making it and wetting his pants in the carriage? did he hold his pee on purpose the next day because it just made him feel so squirmy inside in a way nothing else ever quite did? idk I just really enjoy the knowledge that people have always been people and that includes depraved kink shit
Basically we had these old letters/correspondences between two politicians from the 1880s and one was from a big city and had visited the village of the other politician and in his letter he wrote in like wildly detailed paragraphs about how badly he had needed to pee while in the carriage and how difficult it was to find a "proper" toilet once he did get into the village
And the other dude replied basically teasing him in that polite and political way somehow making it about policies??
Also SO many random drawings of women pissing in their dresses or having their maids help them pee😭 Especially bc/ I guess one priest here had chruch sermons for 5 hours each Sunday so that made for a lot of piss jokes/remarks
idea: you play videos games while games while I sit back and watch you, and keep bringing you drinks because we both know you don’t drink enough water. you’re so focused that by the time you notice you need to pee at all, you’re already nearing the stage of desperation, but I convince you to play one last game before you go.
the drinks hit you way faster than expected, and soon you’re squirming. since you’re playing with a controller, you can only very briefly use your hands to hold yourself sometimes. focusing on the game makes it harder to hold, but the growing desperation distracts you, and you make more mistakes than usual, so you’re always catching up, fixing something you did wrong, or dangerously close to a game over. bouncing in your seat affects your dexterity with buttons, so that too has to stay minimal.
desperation comes and goes in waves. sometimes, you’re on the edge of your seat, shaking, gripping the controllers so tight your knuckles are white, but then it finally calms down and you can forget you even needed to go.
that might be the the most treacherous part, because you’re so engrossed in the game that you don’t see it coming, when the need rises again.
your full attention is stretched thin between the game, which keeps getting more difficult, and keeping control of your bladder, so you don’t think not to keep drinking, out of motor reflex.
so focused are you on not losing, you don’t even notice the first time you leak a little bit, while navigating a tricky game section at the height of a desperation surge. you only feel it after, when you can relax a tad and slightly unclench your legs, feeling dampness between them.
the next time you try to navigate a hard game sequence, your bladder throbs in need again, as if it knows the worst moments to remind you how full you are. a much bigger spurt of piss hisses between your legs, one you can’t ignore or not notice, and, by that point, it’s basically already too late.
you try to wrap up the play, to get to a safe area so you can just put down the controller and dash for the bathroom, but you can’t seem to find one, and the frantic searching takes some of your focus away from your bursting bladder. the wet patch on your pants keeps slowly growing and growing, even with your best efforts to clamp your legs and your muscles shut. you’re so desperate, so close to losing control, you can barely focus on playing anymore, and it’s taking you much longer than it should to find a safe zone. by the time you do, you’ve been spitting in your pants every other moment, and when you see the end is near, your body nearly gives up on the spot in anticipation.
the moment you make it, you drop the controller and shove your hands between your legs, tight on your wet crotch, and you feel warmth hissing against your palm. you stand up, but it’s too late. you can’t do it anymore, the gravity does you in. you try to take a step, you really do, but it’s entirely futile. piss gushes out of you, uncontrollably, spilling between your fingers and down your thighs. it splatters on the floor below in a few large bursts, which is when you finally give up—or maybe you’re forced to by your muscles giving up. it all starts coming out, so much all at once, and it lasts so long, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank at all.
when it finally calms down, the last of it coming out in a few large bursts, you stand there, absolutely soaked, embarrassed, and so so so relieved to finally be empty.
Imagine Character A and Character B on a road trip. They've been best friends for years, so naturally Character A (the social butterfly of the two) knows that Character B (the shy, awkward one) still deals with bedwetting on occasion. A is driving, and all is well until they get stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. Then B realizes that they really, really have to pee.
For a while B tries to hide their predicament, but they can't stop squirming in their seat. Finally A can't pretend not to notice anymore, and they ask, "Hey, you good?"
B bites their lip, embarrassed, but admits, "I really need the bathroom."
"You think you're gonna make it?"
B really doesn't want to say 'no', but they can't honestly answer 'yes', either. "Um..."
"It's okay," A assures them. "We'll get out of this soon. I'll take the first exit we see."
Some time passes, and the traffic slowly inches forward. B's desperation gets worse and worse, until they can't resist the need to shove their hands between their legs. "I don't wanna pee in your car, A!" they say in a panicked voice.
A gets an idea. "Hey, did you pack any pull-ups?"
B nods - of course they did, just in case. To make a mess of a bed that isn't theirs would be mortifying.
"Hang on a minute," A says, and puts the car in park before they get out and open the trunk. Other drivers honk impatiently as the line of cars moves forward in front of their vehicle, but A just yells insults and flips them off until they're finished rummaging through B's bag.
They return with a pull-up and a towel and hand them to B. "Put it on. Then if you can't make it, it's no big deal."
B uses the towel to cover up and then - awkwardly, due to the small space - shimmies around until they've got the pull-up on under their clothes. They still do their best to hold it, but it's a lost cause. One minute they're wiggling and squirming frantically, and the next minute they freeze in place with a quiet intake of breath as their bladder releases and their pull-up is flooded with warmth.
Once their accident is done, B shuffles in their seat a little, trying to get used to the uncomfortable feeling of a wet, squishy pull-up. "Feel better?" A asks gently, and with a red face, B nods.
