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mistress--estella · 2 months

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Just a scenario I was thinking about late last night

A sub is cuddling into their dom at the cinema. They had finished their large drink 20 minutes into the movie and was now just contently watching. Their dom has one arm wrapped around the sub and gently resting just above their abdomen. The sub starts to get restless and squirmy, having drank a large soda, it was all starting to catch up to their bladder, but the sub is too shy to tell their dom they need to go pee in the middle of the movie, plus public bathrooms were scary and gross. "no worries It's not too bad I can wait until the end" they think to themself and put their attention back on the movie to try and distract their mind from their growing desperation. 10 minutes pass and the sub is getting more and more desperate. Crossing their legs, trying to discreetly hold themself, but their dom still had their arm around them, making it difficult to do so discreetly. The sub tries to adjust their position only for the dom to whisper asking if they were alright. The sub replies that they need to pee a little but it wasn't that bad and cuddles back into their dom. The dom smirks and starts to run their fingers over their sub's thigh feeling them flinch but the sub does not say a word. After squirming a bit more the dom pats their lap gently for their sub to sit in order to cuddle easier. Not being disobedient, the sub ends up sitting on the dom's lap absolutely bursting to pee feeling like they could let it all go at any moment. Their dom decided to tease them while the sub was in this position and every so often would do something to make their sub almost leak. Applying light pressure to their abdomen, gently running their fingers over ticklish spots and thighs, while making sure the sub does not move from their lap. It gets so bad that the sub starts grinding on their dom's thigh to get some sort of pressure because their bladder is so full, squeezing their thighs around their dom's leg tightly, while their dom continues to tease the sub and even whispers little phrases like "awww are you getting wet darling" or "you're so horny when you're desperate" only turning the sub on more and making them need to pee even worse. The sub, now not paying any attention to the movie turns to face their dom laying their head on the dom's chest pressing and grinding as hard as they can into their dom's thigh because if they don't they'll lose it completely, all the while getting more and more horny.

The sub is so desperate little drops start escaping onto their underwear making them even hornier. The sub won't last much longer and was struggling to hold it when the dom sits the sub in between their legs and getting whatever clothing their wearing on their bottom half off before moving their underwear out of the way and spreading their legs, with all pressure gone the sub could feel their bladder trying to release little dribbles and tried to close their legs only to have their dom hold them open. The dom gets the empty soda cup and places it under their desperate little sub before leaning in and whispering "why don't you let some out, it's ok my darling" in a flirtatious and dominant tone. The sub whimpers quietly trembling from the desperation as they try and relax. But they were so turned on and worked up that they couldn't let anything out. "I....I can't" they whispered quietly the desperation laced in their words as another quiet whimper escapes the subs lips and their thighs tremble more out of desperation. Their dom very gently caresses the inside of the sub's leg before moving up and pressing on their full bladder causing the sub to moan softly and go even redder than before. The dom gently strokes their subs inner thigh once more sending a tingling sensation through the subs body. The subs breathing gets heavier as they feel their bladder start to let go "i.....it's gonna leak, it's gonna leak, it's gonna leak" they say panicked as the dom gently presses on their subs abdomen again. "then let it" the dom whispers teasingly into their sub's ear. The sub lets out a few very quiet whimpers and moans before being unable to hold any longer due to the pressure and teasing from their dom, slowly starting to pee into the cup. With heavy breaths and barely above a whisper the sub looks at their dom and says "I can't stop. I can't stop it. It won't stop coming" with a look of panic and fear in their eyes as they could still feel their bladder was super full. "don't worry love. I'll tell you when to stop" their dom whispers lovingly into their subs ear, having full trust in their dom, let their eyes roll back into their head from how desperate they were. After emptying the subs bladder only a little bit the dom very slowly takes their hand off of the sub's abdomen which in turn slows the stream coming from their sub until it's completely stopped. The sub looks at their dom in confusion, still feeling very full and very aroused. The dom simply says "That should last you until we get home my darling" in the same teasing tone as before and helps the sub put the removed clothing on, although that didn't stop the sub grinding against their dom's hand and thigh for the rest of the movie, their body releasing little drops of pee every time their dom allowed it to.

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sea-saur · 2 months

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Out Of The Way (Omorashi Story)

Ok so I've had this story in my head ever since I saw this post and cranked it out last night/today. I didn't edit it very much, so this is basically a "typed it out, gave it some tweaks and a read over, bing bang boom" kind of deal. Just needed to get it out. Disclaimer: the events in the story are consensual, the couple has done things like this before and any distress mentioned is agreed upon in the context of the story. Also, it's kind of long. Here ya go:

It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and Cyan and Indy were on a date at the mall. They’ve been there for the past three hours, Cyan mostly interested in the bookstore (Cyan finding a graphic novel they’d been looking for, Indy excited about a new horror novel that had just come out), candy shop, and various cute knick knack stores, one of them in which Cyan and Indy both found Pochacco blind bags and, to their delight, pulled their favorites from the set. Cyan was on cloud nine, hazy with love for the day and for Indy.

Except.

Except for the fact that it had been about four hours since they’d last used the bathroom, one hour since they finished a large lemonade from the food court, and half an hour since they started feeling the first inkling that their bladder was starting to fill. They’d decided to ignore it at the time, and maybe see about finding a restroom once they were closer to leaving the mall.

“Oh perfect, here’s the botanical shop, let’s head inside!” Indy said, spotting one of their favorite stores. Indy had a modest yet thriving collection of houseplants and took pride in keeping them healthy. This independent plant store was their favorite spot to pick up soil and other odds and ends, frequenting there so often that they’d become friends with the owners. Cyan loved how well Indy took care of their plants – Cyan wouldn’t touch them, as they were known as a harbinger of death for the poor things. Cyan was better suited for furry creatures to care for than leafy.

“Oh sure!” Cyan agreed, happy to walk through the fresh smelling plants while Indy got more soil for their apartment. They were greeted at the entrance by a waterfall feature – one of those small garden decorations, where the water continually flowed from the top of the stone structure down to the small pool basin. Cyan eyed it nervously, the trickling water reminding them of their own bladder, which tingled uncomfortably at the sound. They quickly followed Indy further into the shop and blessedly, away from the waterfall.

“Violet! Lil!” Indy cheered as they caught sight of the two owners of the shop, a married couple who happened to live just down the street from Cyan and Indy. “Hey you two!” Violet said. “Didn’t tell us you were coming by today.”

“I didn’t know if you were going to be here,” Indy replied. “It’s a Sunday, after all. Don’t you usually have other staff here on Sundays?”

“Yeah, well, two of ours called out sick, what can you do.” Lil shrugged. “How’s it, Cyan?”

Cyan smiled a hello. “S’all good,” they said, shifting their weight and shoving their hands into the pockets of their denim jacket. Their need to pee was more noticeable now, and they hoped that adjusting their stance would help quell the urge while they chatted. It did for a minute, but Cyan soon realized that they couldn’t keep standing still, so they excused themself to go look around the shop while Indy continued to chat. Unfortunately, that meant getting closer to the waterfall again. Cyan’s hands balled into fists in their pockets, mentally urging Indy to hurry up. The insistent splashing of the water into the basin was a tease to Cyan’s bladder, filling up more quickly now that the lemonade had made its way through their system. They were going to need to say something to Indy, and soon.

Thankfully, Indy finished up their purchase and said their goodbyes to Violet and Lil. “Hey, ready to go?” Indy asked Cyan.

“Yes,” Cyan breathed, relieved to finally be away from that waterfall.

“Where would you like to go next?” Indy said.

“Well, actually,” Cyan started, “could we stop at the ah, the bathroom before we keep going?”

“The bathroom?” Indy asked. They cocked their head slightly, feigning confusion, but Cyan immediately saw the knowing glint in their eye. Cyan knew what that look meant and could only hope Indy would take it easy on them.

“Yeah...” Cyan said, somewhat sheepishly. “The bathroom.”

“What do you need the bathroom for?” Indy asked, still playing innocent. Cyan groaned internally.

“I just, well...the lemonade from lunch...”

“Yes?” Indy prompted, smirking.

Cyan felt a blush start to creep on their cheeks. “Well, I finished it about an hour ago and now I just...have to pee.” They finished their sentence in a rush, their bladder panging as a reminder of that fact.

Indy gave an exaggerated nod, as if they were only now connecting the dots. “Oooh, I see. Well, I don’t think it’s time for us to take a bathroom break yet. It’s only been an hour, like you said, since you had anything to drink. Surely you can wait a bit longer.”

“Ah, but,” Cyan huffed, “I need to – “

“In fact,” Indy continued, “it’s probably a good idea if we got you another drink, don’t you think? You’re supposed to drink so much every hour, whatever that recommendation is, I forget exactly. Either way, it’s definitely time for another drink for you.” Indy took Cyan by the hand and began to drag them back to the food court. Cyan gave a small whine in protest.

“Indy, really, I need to pee – “

“No, you don’t.” Indy replied, their tone seeping with excited yet controlled dominance, “You don’t need to go yet, and any of that lemonade that’s filtering through you, well you’ll just have to hold it like a big boy. One lemonade is not enough to need to go.”

Cyan shushed at Indy’s command, letting themself be pulled back to the food court without further arguing. They’ve played this game before, and Cyan accepted that they were playing again now, although how long Cyan could hold off the inevitable...they were unsure. They were even more unsure when they landed at the soda dispenser at the center of the food court – the kind that’s self-serve for over a dozen brand and flavor options – and Indy pulled a large cup from the stack. Cyan squeezed their thighs together at the sight, forcing themself to take a deep breath and try to steady the splashing feeling in their bladder.

“Hmmm, what drink would you like?” Indy asked, looking over the options on the screen. “Oh! They have Cherry Sprite, how about that?” They turned to Cyan, gesturing with the cup.

Cyan wavered. They did like Cherry Sprite, but the large cup...

“Yeah, Cherry Sprite sounds good,” Cyan replied. “But...how about a medium?” they ventured, hoping Indy would take the bait. They didn’t.

“No, a large. We wouldn’t want you to get thirsty and have to come all the way back here, would we?” Indy added some ice, then selected the Cherry Sprite and pushed the pour button. Bright, bubbly soda started gushing out. Cyan groaned, their need to pee escalating with the sound of the drink rushing into the cup. They shifted from one foot to the other, longing for relief that was a far way off.

“Here you go!” Indy chirped, handing Cyan the now full cup. “Drink up.”

Cyan, knowing there was no way out of this, immediately obeyed, their teeth chewing at the straw while they took a large gulp. The citrusy sweet drink fizzled down their throat, and while admittedly it was delicious, it was also a stark reminder of what was already trickling into Cyan’s bladder. Cyan took a few more sips, which pleased Indy. “There,” Indy said, “doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes,” Cyan gasped, fingers gripping the cup a bit too tight, “feels...feels good.” It did not feel good. It felt like Cyan was a water balloon quickly overfilling itself to pop, the soda and lemonade sloshing together in Cyan’s tummy down to their bladder. They bit their lip nervously, shimmying their hips from side to side.

“Good!” Indy said. “Now let’s go check out some other stores.”

Indy led Cyan throughout the mall over the next half hour, reveling in every squirm, pant, and whimper Cyan made as they went. Indy loved seeing Cyan grow desperate, their little bladder throbbing until Cyan couldn’t take it anymore and begged Indy to let them pee. And this time, Indy had something a little special planned for when that moment finally happened.

Cyan could barely concentrate while Indy dragged them from spot to spot, their need to pee growing rapidly with each sip of their soda. They fidgeted restlessly as Indy presented candles to sniff, game boxes to read, stuffed animals to feel, their bladder quivering below their belly and sending increasingly urgent signals to Cyan that they needed to go! They needed to go now!

“Indy...” Cyan said quietly, swaying from foot to foot as subtly as they could manage, their free hand hovering over their belly while the other held a now half empty soda cup, “please, I have to pee. Please can I go now?”

“Hmm?” Indy looked up nonchalantly from the price tag they were checking. They eyed Cyan’s potty dance and chuckled. “Aww, does my pup have to go so soon?” they mocked. “You haven’t even finished your soda.”

“Hnngg,” Cyan groaned, glancing at the remaining soda in the cup, condensation dripping onto their fingers and sending tingling chills up their spine. “I c-can’t finish this, Indy. I can’t take it anymore!”

“You poor thing. You’re just going to have to hold it, we aren’t going to the bathroom right now.”

“But,” Cyan protested, “but I have to go!”

“You sure sound restless,” Indy replied, ignoring Cyan’s plea, “let’s go take a seat for a minute by the fountain.”

“The fountain?” Cyan said, incredulous, as Indy took them by the hand and walked them to the main water feature of the mall – a giant white stone pool with water shoots spraying sparkling water in a circular pattern. Merry go round animals were hung form the ceiling above, making it all look rather whimsical.

“Yeah, there are benches here,” Indy said, sitting them down. Cyan immediately began to grind down on the bench, fanning their thighs in and out. The rushing water of the fountain was torture to their sensitive bladder, their own pee splashing menacingly against its walls and threatening to make its way down their urethra. “Isn’t this nice?” Indy asked. “I just love watching all this water flowing around us, so free and easy. And the sounds it makes, aren’t they relaxing?”

“Ooooh,” Cyan moaned a reply, writhing in a desperate attempt to find any sort of relief from the tingling all along their lower belly. Indy’s teasing was making the situation exponentially worse, and Cyan wasn’t sure how much longer they could hold back the flood. “Fuck, I gotta go to the bathroom. Indy, please!”

“Big boys don’t need to go without permission. You’re just gonna have to handle it.” Indy made no move to leave the bench. “Now let’s rest here for a bit, enjoy the fountain.” They eyed Cyan. “Drink more of your soda.”

Cyan was decidedly not enjoying the fountain. They took a few quick sips from their soda to appease Indy, but their need to pee was all encompassing. They rocked back and forth on the bench, their legs quivering as their bladder sloshed inside them. The sips of that soda felt like electric bursts sliding through them, making their bladder buzz with fullness. It was torture to sit here and do nothing. Cyan longed to be sitting on a toilet instead, where they could finally relax and release all the liquid pent up about to burst –

With that train of thought, Cyan suddenly felt the first drop of pee tingling at their entrance. They panicked, jumping up from the bench and squeezing their thighs together, frozen. Fuck, no, please not a leak! Not yet! They thought frantically.

“Is something wrong?” Indy asked innocently. “Don’t you want to finish your soda before we go?”

“N-no more soda, please!” Cyan begged, crossing one leg over the other and bending at the waist. Their bladder threatened that drop closer and closer to their tip, and Cyan was desperate to gain any amount of control. “Indy, I need a bathroom, now! I have to pee so bad, please.”

Indy shook their head. “Not until you’ve finished that soda,” they replied. “Until then, you keep holding it in.”

Cyan shook their head, unable to fathom putting any more liquid into their already thrashing bladder. Pee rippled along their lower half and they wrapped their arms around themself in need. “B-but I’m going to leak!” they whispered loudly. It was thankfully pretty deserted at this area of the mall, but Cyan was still embarrassed to be seen standing like this in public.

“Not my problem,” Indy replied, although their piercing eyes and upturned smirk indicated that they were certainly enjoying the show. “You’ll hold it until you’ve finished your drink. Big boys should be able to hold two drinks without needing to pee.”

Cyan shivered, deciding quickly to obey Indy rather than waste more time arguing, and guzzled down the rest of the drink. They sucked at the straw until the cup was empty, sugary cherry flavor coating their tongue and sloshing into their belly. They gasped when they were done, “There! It’s gone. Can I please go to the bathroom now?”

Indy mock sighed, but nodded. “Well, really you shouldn’t need to go yet, since you only just finished your drink, but since you did listen very well, I suppose I could let you pee now.” Indy stood up and began moving towards the restrooms located on the other side of the fountain.

I’m going to make it, Cyan thought triumphantly, scurrying along with Indy, thighs rubbing together as they walked. I’m so close to peeing oooh god, oh god please let me make it to the door –

“Closed for Cleaning”

Immediately Cyan’s stomach dropped, and their bladder threatened to burst right there in their pants. The sight of the closed sign outside the bathroom was unbelievable, after their body was so ready to release. Cyan tensed their muscles and moaned, leaning against the side wall. “Indy, Indy it’s closed!” they whined. “A-another bathroom, please, now!”

“Oh dear,” Indy said, sounding much less surprised than Cyan. “It looks like they are closed. Too bad. Can’t you just wait until we get home?”

Home? Home was 45 minutes away, plus the bumpy roads and seatbelts, Cyan couldn’t stomach the thought. They hissed as a sharp throb of their bladder caused them to sway their hips and throw their head back in desperation. “I won’t make it home!” they cried. “I need to pee right now!”

“Well, if you really don’t think you can hold it...I do know where another bathroom is around here.” Indy eyed Cyan hungrily, flashing a shark like grin at the state of them. “It’s a bit out of the way, Violet told me about it earlier at the shop. It’s one that employees will sometimes use if they want to cheat into having a longer bathroom break by walking the distance. It’s always open, unlike the other bathrooms here on a Sunday cleaning schedule.”

“Yes!” Cyan panted. “Anything, Indy, just take me now! Please!”

“If you insist,” Indy replied. They took Cyan by the hand and guided them back across the mall.

Cyan wriggled and danced next to Indy, fighting off urge after bubbling urge to release their pent up piss right there in their pants, all onto the mall floor. After a minute of walking, Indy took Cyan through a side door, one that usually looks like an employee entrance to the back doors of the stores. On the wall inside there was a painted bathroom sign, and an arrow pointing to the right. Indy led a trembling Cyan in that direction, and through a set of double doors leading to –

Another long hallway. Cyan turned to Indy, panicked and confused and drowning in their own piss. “Indy, where’s the bathroom? The sign, it said it was this way!”

“It is,” Indy replied, continuing to walk. “I told you, it’s a bit further away. We have to keep walking. Just hold it, pup.”

Cyan was holding it, they were trying so hard to hold it, but the pressure was too much. They were bursting, their need so bad that they felt like their entire insides were just lemonade and cherry soda, sloshing around inside them like a bottle ready to pop. They whimpered, hurrying along the hallway.

It soon became apparent that Indy was telling the truth about how far away this bathroom was. They passed through three more doorways with signs indicating to go left or right to find the bathroom, but all they kept finding was more hallway, and no relief in sight. Cyan felt wild, animal like in their primal need to release. When they came to a short three step decline in their path, Cyan stumbled their way down, and in their hard landing felt their bladder shudder and a small spurt of pee escaped, wetness blooming on their underwear.

“Ahhh-“ Cyan hissed, freezing in place and shoving a hand into their crotch. Pee tickled their entrance, and Cyan moaned as they fought back another wave that threatened to come out. Their entire lower body trembled to hold back the ocean that was roaring inside them from exploding out. Ooooooh, I have to pee! Cyan moaned internally. I’m going to piss myself! Please, where is the bathroom, I need a bathroom!

“What’s the matter?” Indy asked, looking to Cyan. “Did puppy spring a leak?” Their tone was casual, teasing. Cyan whined.

“Ooooh, y-yes, yes I leaked,” they confessed, bending their knees and twisting their legs together as they bounced in place. “Indy, where is this bathroom? I c-can’t hold it anymore!”

“It’s a bit further this way,” Indy said, gesturing to yet another door that surely led to another corridor and likely not to the immediate relief of a glistening, porcelain toilet that Cyan had been longing for well over two hours now.

“I n-need a toilet now, Indy! Now!” Cyan tried to straighten up, teetering as their piss sloshed back and forth in their bladder, warning of another leak. Their pee hole tingled menacingly, the sensation utterly unbearable.

“We’re going, we’re going,” Indy replied, continuing to walk forward. “Well, you’re not going yet, but we’ll get there. Until then, I expect you to be a good pup and hold it.”

“Ooooh, hurry, please hurry Indy,” Cyan pleaded, picking up the pace with them and squeezing their thighs as they walked. Pee crashed against their bladder walls as they moved. “I can’t hold it!”

“You’ll just have to find some way to handle it,” Indy replied, not walking nearly fast enough for Cyan’s liking. “There’s nowhere for you go to yet.”

Cyan felt their bladder surge downwards at Indy’s comment, rejecting that fact with the more pressing fact that Cyan couldn’t not piss. They were full to the brim and already starting to runneth over. After passing yet another set of useless double doors and banking another right following another useless bathroom sign, they felt another splash of urine flow down their urethra. Cyan doubled over, bouncing and moaning, practically on their knees with how scrunched up they were, dying to hold it, just hold it a few more minutes, surely the bathroom has to be close by now?

Indy looked down at Cyan’s frantic grinding and moaning and gave them a gentle touch on the shoulder. They were unbelievably turned on, and also impressed of how far Cyan was making it. It’s maybe the longest they’ve held during this game. “C’mon pup,” Indy said. “Get up. Hold it, we’re almost there.”

With a groan, Cyan stood up, and felt a sudden electric current of pure desperate need run up their spine. Their whole body was tingling, their lower belly shaking with the effort of holding back more piss than Cyan had ever held in their life. “Ooooh, I can’t take it anymore!” they cried, making a mad dash forward down the hallway and through the next set of doors, hand shoved haphazardly into their crotch. They could hear Indy’s feet hitting the floor behind them, keeping up. “I’m going to have an accident! I need to gooooo!”

Cyan burst through the next set of double doors, and to their surprise, found themself in an underground parking lot. They had just enough time to register the thought this must be extra parking for employees before their bladder shuddered and a spray of pee escaped past their shaking hand, trickling down Cyan’s thigh inside their cargo pants.

I’m peeing! I’m peeing! They thought frantically. They looked around but didn’t see a bathroom. “Where is it? Oooooh where’s the bathroom?” Cyan pleaded, kneading and twisting and grinding down in a desperate attempt to prevent another leak.

Indy appeared next to Cyan, also looking around for the bathroom. They knew it was in this garage, and after a moment, saw the sign on the door for it on the other end of the parking lot. But before they could say anything-

“I’m going to have an accident! I’m going! I can’t hold it!” Cyan wailed, unable to think straight anymore. They were losing it, fully and quickly, and couldn’t bear to take another step forward without voiding the endless amount of piss that was fighting its way out of them. Cyan grabbed themself and looked around like a deer in headlights. “Indy, hurry, is anyone watching? Is anyone else here?”

Indy knew immediately what Cyan meant, and felt their face flush with arousal. Cyan wasn’t going to make it, they were going to lose it right here in the parking lot. And Indy, excited at this turn of events, was about to let them.

Indy took an exaggerated look around the clearly empty parking lot, hearing Cyan heave a long groan as they twisted like a pretzel, bending practically to their knees before bouncing back up. Finally, Indy said “Yes, pup. You’re all clear. Go on.”

The moment Cyan heard their permission, they whipped themselves out and a spray of pee burst out of them and against the concrete pillar by their side. Pee gushed out forcefully and audibly, the stream pattering down the wall and onto the ground in a puddle. Indy watched, impressed, as their partner emptied hours worth of pent up piss. Cyan moaned loudly, their voice echoing around them, as relief washed through them. It felt orgasmic, to finally let out every drop that had been torturing them all afternoon.

When the stream finally stopped, Cyan tucked themself away and turned bashfully to Indy. “I uh...I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

Indy nodded, a laugh escaping them. “No, it looks like you couldn’t. Poor puppy had to loose it in the parking lot, huh?”

“Heh, yeah..” Cyan said, chuckling a little. “Umm, I feel much better now though, so.”

Indy nodded. “I bet you do. You pissed for so long I thought you might have drank a whole ocean.”

“It sure felt like it,” Cyan said. “I really had to go.”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll make it to the bathroom,” Indy said, pointing to the bathroom across the lot. Cyan followed Indy’s gesture and finally saw the bathroom themselves. They sighed. “Oh, so close. Yeah, maybe next time.”

“Maybe next time,” Indy repeated, giving Cyan a gentle kiss and rubbing a hand across their back. “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Cyan said, relieved. “Let’s head home.”

#omorashi #omorashi story #pee #pee holding #bladder control #transmasc omo #trans omo #nonbinary omo #yes cyan is the name i use here too i just like the color blue and all of the different types of blue a lot #also im lazy with names and prefer the pokemon model of naming #uhhh the end i hope you like it

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omo-my-gosh · 5 months

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sneak peek of part 2 ;)

He’s slowly letting the breath escape him, closing his eyes, relaxing the tense muscles in his abdomen and his legs — and lastly his bladder itself.

There’s a pinpoint of heat right at his crotch, a wetness that flowers out rapidly into the material of his pants, warming him from his core as he pees into his pants.

It starts off almost perfectly controlled too, quiet in the dark, just a radiating warmth that brings the ecstasy of relief in its wake.

Fear snakes it’s way in after a few seconds; after the amount of drinks he’s downed tonight, it’s much harder to clamp down mid-stream than he had anticipated.

#part one is my pinned post!#part 2 is coming sometime this month!#omorashi #omo #omo kink #omo cute #pants wetting #peeing pants #omorashi story

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cradle-quill · 15 days

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Imagine (AB/DL Story by CradleQuill)

This content is intended for consenting adults aged 18 and older. All characters depicted within this material are fictional and at least 18 years of age. _

Imagine still needing diapers at your age. Imagine liking them too. You just sit there all day, filling your pants like a helpless little baby. That's what gets you off, isn't it? Feeling helpless and pathetic. Knowing you're too little to even make it to the potty on your own.

You just want to be a complete and total baby all the time. You don't want to have to worry about adult responsibilities. You just want to sit there in your full pampers, literally wearing your potty. Letting your mind get dumber and dumber as you slowly unpotty train yourself a little more each day.

Because in the end, deep down, you don't want to be able to go back. There's a part of you secretly hoping one day you'll wake up in a wet diaper that you're certain was dry when you fell asleep. And that part of you hopes it won't realize how far you've fallen until it's too late to go back. You don't want to have to make choices, isn't that right, little one? You might as well have every choice taken from you, even if that means never getting to decide when it's convenient for you to fill your pants.

Something tells me you'd be happier that way. You'd get to be the little baby you've always dreamed of being. No more adult worries or expectations. Just diapers and stuffies and Daddy changing you after you've pottied all over yourself again. This really is the life you want, isn't it? If you admit it and beg me, maybe I'll make all your little wishes come true.

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pleasebegood · 2 months

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thinking about when i controlled my partner’s bladder in person and ….damn.

it started about mid-day i think; i was still at home, so over text. i told him when to start holding good and early so that when i’d get to his place that evening, he’d already be nice and desperate. we went back and forth all day texting, with me telling him to drink more water and reminding him how far away his relief was going to be, him updating me how bad it was getting with every hour. i got to his place maybe around seven that night, he’d been holding for a good four hours by then i think — he has a notoriously small bladder, which i tease him for often, so this was quite a feat already. once i got there, the real torment could start. he was already asking me for relief , while also being desperately horny for it. he was constantly kissing me, touching me, hoping maybe that would sway me to let him go. of course, that wasn’t happening.

about an hour later, i had to pee. i’d been drinking electrolytes for a while, which always go right through me. i told him multiple times that i was starting to feel an urge, though it wasn’t terrible, how good it was going to feel when i got to piss and he didn’t. it was driving him crazy. i enjoyed that for a bit while building up my own need. eventually, i told him to get in the bathtub, leaving on just his underwear. i stripped down and climbed on top of him. his dick was so hard with anticipation. he’d been begging me to pee on him for days. i straddled his lap, grinding on him a little just to tease him. Then right over his dick, i started pissing. i was so turned on, it took some effort to get going, but quickly i pissed all over his lap while he whimpered and clung onto me. i told him he better keep holding—though i was sure feeling my warm piss soaking into his underwear was making it so much worse. and it was. i told him to get up and rinse off. the water from the shower head was even more torture. for a second, his legs buckled and i was sure he was about to lose it. but instead, a huge drop of pre-cum dribbled out instead, sliding from the tip of his hard cock down his leg. i praised him for that; my pussy was throbbing.

i made him dry off and get redressed. i had him wearing gray sweatpants, obviously, so any leaks would be nice and obvious. we laid down in his bed, and i got on top of him again, kissing him hard and putting all my weight on his bladder. he kept squirming and groaning, struggling to even kiss me back while he was this desperate. it was so adorable. i kept this up for a while, and to my surprise, he still hadn’t leaked. at this point, it was far past how long he’d ever held before. we moved to the couch, along the way i forced him to fill up his water bottle so he could keep drinking. just the sound of the water from the rap rushing into the bottle had him pressing his legs together and begging me to let it end. of course i wasn’t going to. i reminded him, “you know i’m not going to let you piss voluntarily. you’re going to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore.”

we sat back on the couch together, and i alternated climbing over him to press into his bladder with all my body weight, and sitting beside him stroking his dick through his pants. every once in a while, for good measure, i’d press down hard on his bladder with both hands and he’d cry out in pain. by this point, he was nearly beyond words. bordering delirious, he could barely put a sentence together. he was still trying to beg me to let him piss, but the question kept falling short as he could only laugh and grind his teeth. he finished another full water bottle. i was so impressed.

“do you want me to-to fill it up again?” he managed to ask. of course i did.

standing up from the couch almost pushed him over the edge as the gravity shift hit him. he had to stand still with his legs crossed to regain control before we could go back to the kitchen. but again, to my surprise, he made it. i praised him for how good he was being, and that had him even more whimpering and delirious. it was so deliciously pathetic, i was losing my mind. he filled up the bottle again, each painful second of the water flowing made him beg me more and more. when he straightened back up, even that slight shift had him falling apart. this is when he started to lose it.

he stood in the kitchen—and i say “stood” generously. he was constantly moving back and forth, alternating feet and crossing his legs over and over again while he told me he wasn’t going to last much longer. finally, to my absolute pleasure, a leak hit. it was enough to soak a little wet spot through the front of his pants. he begged harder—he couldn’t be still at all, and now that the first leak had come out, i knew there was no way he’d last much longer.

but still, i blocked the path to the bathroom. he begged more, and another spurt burst out. it slid down his leg, and though it was a faint enough stream to not show its path, i could see it darken the cuff of his pants around his ankle. i let him move to the bathroom, and he shuffled carefully along, leaking a bit more with every step.

“we may be in the tub now, but you better keep holding,” i told him as i pushed him against the wall of the bathtub. he groaned, falling back against the wall and barely able to hold himself up. i leaned my body fully into his, pressing on his bladder as i slid my leg between his.

his head fell onto my shoulder; his body was so run down he couldn’t support himself anymore. a bigger spurt jetted out, pouring directly onto my leg. he moaned and kept on begging. finally, right against his ear, i told him he could let go.

the floodgates opened immediately. he started pissing full force. the hot stream ran down both of our legs where i kept my thigh pressed between his. he must’ve pissed for a minute while he clung desperately to me, both arms hugged tight around me. i was the only thing holding him upright at this point; his legs were giving out beneath him, but i had him pinned to the wall firmly enough he couldn’t fall. once all the piss was drained from his body, he couldn’t stop thanking me. he was still completely delirious, but now from relief rather than desperation.

i gave him a minute to come back, just holding him like that while i savored the feeling of his soaked pants on my skin. when he was able to speak sentences again, he told me how orgasmic had felt to let go. he said it felt so good, he didn’t even need to come after that. we rinsed off, and i took him back to bed to cuddle and praise him for what a good boy he’d been for me.

#male desperation #omorashi #true story omo #omocute #personal #i still can’t believe we did this it was unbelievably hot #bladder control #bladder holding

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fluffyomorashii · 2 months

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I live across from a bar grill type restaurant so decided to walk over to have some drinks and bar food since I would be alone and something to do! It’s raining slightly but I just put on a hoodie and black leggings and jog across the street. No big deal! (|||⇁_⇁)

A little over an hour and a half passes and I’m two alcoholic drinks in (and they weren’t afraid to pack these drinks with Hella alcohol!!) I was well tipsy now and had to pee 30 mins ago, but seeing that home was literally a minute walk away I decided I’d like to pee in the comfort in my own home lol.

I pay and leave exiting the door and stop.. it’s not raining anymore it’s more like the fucking sea was falling from the sky, the wind was making it worse and so cold.. immediately all the water and the sudden cold temperature aggressively reminded me I really really had to pee.. I braced myself and put my hands in my hoodie pocket so stuff in between my legs, waiting for intense wave to pass

Once I had control I put my hood on and immediately started running across the parking lot running up to the sidewalk and immediately I’m soakedddd the rain was coming down HARD I could barely even see!! I had to stop at the sidewalk to wait for the cars to stop and it felt like my bladder was spiking filling up times 10.. I was I was shifting side to side my thighs pressed together, when finally, the red light came on, and the cars stopped.

I fucking flew across that road and passed the first house, and then there was my house right there!! Ignoring going the long way up the driveway I cut through the yard mud and water splashing everywhereee. I ran up the stairs to the small little square porch we have at our front door that thankfully had a small square roof over it. I took only a second to breathe then went right to action-

Scrambled to take off my muddy soaked shoes as I quickly reached into my pocket to yank out my keys- yanking my phone out accidentally and it fell to the ground bouncing, almost falling off the porch. I quickly cursed and crouched down to grab it, when I found myself awkwardly crossing my legs as I crouched pushing the heel of my foot into my crotch as I felt an intense pressure in my bladder.. (¬////¬)

I could tell I peed a tiny bit because I felt warm while the rest of me was cold, and that feeling didn’t help.. all the being drunk, rain splashing around me, being soaked, the cold giving me intense bladder warnings I couldn’t deal-.. I realized ..oh my God I can’t…I’m-..I’m gonna pee….

I shot back up and immediately a sudden fast pee stream noisily released, splattering quickly between my legs, mixing with the rain sound.. I was panicked by how fast the emergency to accident happened but also let out a shaky sigh as the intense bladder warnings slowly faded as my legs became warmer and warmer.

I looked up, and even though the rain was so thick I’m sure no one could see anything, I nervously turned away to face the door, and looked down watching the rapidly growing puddle slide off the porch and down the stairs.. when I was just left with a few trickles down my legs I slowly reached for my keys and unlock the door. Thankful I had black leggings and thankful the rain was so intense the Wet spot was too hard to see anyway! (っ- ‸ - ς)

#omo story #omorashi #pee accident #wetting accident #this was months ago heh (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝) deff a 0-100 moment #omocute #omotext

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transomo · 5 months

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almost had an accident coming home from work today 😭

i didn’t pee before i left bc i didn’t think i had to go that bad. traffic ended up making my commute a little over 30 minutes, and of course there was no parking close to my building so i had to park across the complex. the second i got out of the car i could feel it jump from a consistent urge to oh my god you need to pee RIGHT NOW.

started speed walking to my building but there were people all over walking their dogs so i couldn’t grab myself and i felt a tiny leak spurt out. i panicked and started walking faster, the second i got into my buildings hallway (thankfully empty) i grabbed myself HARD and started squirming around to get control. then had to power walk to my door. and wow the latchkey incontinence is real. was holding myself and dancing while opening the door and THREW my bag and jacket onto the floor.

the worst part (best?) is that i have an alarm system in my apartment that i have to disable when i get home, because if it goes off for too long it automatically dials the security company 😭 so i had to stand there clenching my hand against myself and squirming like crazy while putting in the security code and it was leak after leak dribbling into my underwear i was so fucking close to peeing myself right there.

but somehow got the code in and sprinted to the bathroom, pulled down my pants as i started actively peeing and just. holy shit. there was a huge wet spot on my underwear and i was breathing so hard. touched my dick a little as i was peeing and it was already so hard from how turned on i was from the whole thing 🫣

#this is not actually an uncommon experience for me but this is the closest i’ve come to an actual accident 😳#omorashi #pee kink #bladder holding #zig txt #i’m not the best story teller sorry lol but i had to share

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omorashiect · 10 months

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is it so hard to tie me up while I'm desperate and naked, and put a vibrator on my clit and make me cum over and over again and piss all over myself

#omorashi #omorashi story #omorashi prompts #pee kink #omorashi kink #piss kink #bladder control

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wet-jammies · 6 months

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Some of my fav omo/omu things:

When a character keeps insisting they don't need to use the toilet until it's too late and they end up having an accident

When a character gets so caught up in an activity they're doing that they don't realize their bladder's full and they have an accident

When character A insists to character B they don't need a diaper, they can handle themselves fine. B relents and they go out together, but A has an accident. B brought along a fresh diaper for them because they knew that would happen 🥺

Character A wants attention from character B, but they're busy. A wets on purpose so B will stop what they're doing and help them.

Characters relieving themselves in unconventional places (potted plants, outdoors, bottles) and making a huge mess because the toilet's out of order.

Characters that flop into bed, exhausted after a long day, accidentally wetting because they're so relaxed and too tired to get up/hold it in

#just a non-comprehensive list~#omorashi #omutsu #diaper mention #i want to start writing stories about my Cyberpunk OC and his bf... would anyone want to read something like that?

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inmydeepestdreams · 1 year

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Why did I do it?

I guess I just…wanted to see if it was possible. Yeah, that’s it. I’ve had too much alone time, my thoughts have wandered, and I wanted to see how far my body could go.

It’s science, really. It was science.

Six nights ago, I wanted to see if I could wet the bed.

I’ve never wet the bed, not once in my twenty-seven years. I’ve had close calls, nights after heavy drinking where my brain wakes me up as I reach the brink, but it’s never a problem. The biggest accident I ever had would just be some droplets on the toilet seat. I’m good, my body is trained well.

I am always curious about my own limitations, how I’ll change over time, and just how much I can take before giving in. I guess that’s where I got the idea. Sat in my cubicle, my bladder slightly full. I had just taken a call where a woman yelled at me for ten minutes before realizing she called the wrong company completely.

“You should have told me that!” She yelled and hung up.

So yeah, I was having a tough day and my thoughts were trying to fix my mood.

That’s where I wondered if I could ever wet the bed.

Part of the line of questioning came from the night before. Surprisingly, I woke up uncomfortably needy. I’m usually good about going before I sleep, but I had a lot of water before bed. I had a pee dream where I wet myself in at my desk at work. When my cubicle neighbor, Jenn, came to investigate, my pants were suddenly gone and my dick was on full display.

It was incredibly distressing, and it invaded my waking thoughts.

So anyway, yeah. I decided to test it. Sue me. I’m not hurting anyone, I can do what I want.

When I got home from work, it was a Friday. I immediately shucked off my tie and got a beer from the fridge. I leaned against the kitchen island. My bladder twinged.

Yeah, it was 5:30 and I was already holding. I quit peeing around noon. I figured if it was going to happen, I would have to be more desperate than I ever had been before.

But I wasn’t stupid, I also knew that if I was too full, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I had to somehow find a balance.

I carried my beer to my bedroom doorway, I stared in at the made bed. I bought plastic mattress coverings, because I’m a responsible scientist. I looked at the bed and excitement ran through me. I really, really wanted to see if I could do this. It was fun.

I spent most of the evening watching TV and scrolling through my phone. Hell of a Friday night, I know. That beer turned into another, but when I finished that, I stopped. I knew I had to pace myself, and I was full enough that I could have started crossing my legs.

I took a quick shower, because I usually do before bed. All that rushing water made my bladder ache. I felt a ripple of something run through me. I put my hand to my abdomen and swore I could feel all the liquid sloshing inside me. As the water beat against my skull, I felt all the piss inside me rush down, as if I were actively trying to pee.

I grabbed my cock, but I wasn’t about to wet myself. Because I didn’t wet myself, not ever. There was no reason to hold on, although squeezing did help with the pressure slightly. I quick torturing myself and shut the shower off, letting go of my dick, which was still vaguely threatened by my bladder.

I had another glass of water before bed, and I climbed on mh crisp, clean sheets around midnight.

Unfortunately, I tossed and turned.

I squeezed my legs together, but my need was too great. I tried lying on every side and found that somehow, laying on my back was the worst.

Stretching out, applying pressure, nothing worked. I had calculated wrong, I was too uncomfortable to relax.

But I was determined to try. I had not spent the entire evening In agony for no reason. I was going to piss my pants, goddamnit. I bought new pajamas for the occasion and everything.

I counted sheep, then listed the to dos of the next day, and finally, finally I felt my eyelids drooping, only after I bent in half, my hand clutching my penis tightly.

I woke up around sometime in the night, a sheen of sweat on my body. My eyes snapped open to the darkness and I tried to recall my dream. I was racing through a corridor, trying every door looking for something.

My bladder was begging me for relief.

I was more full than I had ever been. Ever. I was in pain, officially.

And I was still dry. My phone said it was 4:22 a.m. I failed. There was no way I’d get back to sleep again.

But I was wrong, somehow. I was still exhausted, my bones hurt as if I had actually been racing through a hallway.

As I drifted, and drifted, and drifted, I felt it.

The end of the line.

A steady, light stream of piss hit my boxers.

I sighed, burrowing deeper into the bed. I must not have been thinking straight. That should have been enough to wake me right up.

But I didn’t.

I fell asleep.

Slowly, steadily, I wet myself. It spread up my boxers, past the waistband to my stomach and t-shirt. In my dream, I was standing in a field of daisys. I was wearing, inexplicably, a dress. It was pale blue. My cock was hard, and I had no boxers on. It pressed to the front of the dress, tenting it, and leaving an obvious wet spot when I started to pee.

In the land of the living, I was grinding against my mattress as I peed, it wasn’t soaking in, I was splashing in a growing puddle under me, hard and needy.

I woke up again around six. The sheets were damp, the inside of my boxers were sticky. I was soaking wet.

I sat up quickly, a euphoric smile on my face. I did it! I could do it! I found my limit last night, and I wet the bed!

I laid back down, thinking of the mess I’d have to clean soon.

But it was still early, and I was still sleepy. My bladder, surprisingly, was halfway full. Normally I’d get up and empty it at this time of the morning.

But it was easy to pee my soaked pants a second time, it came right out, no trouble. As if it was normal, as if it was right.

Happy as can be, I went back to sleep, I had a long morning ahead of me.

#pee story #omo #male omorashi #omorashi #unedited #work? nah not safe #pee #bed wetting

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