The story I'm planning for ao3 involves a dom/sub couple where bladder control is the main method of play. My whole idea is the dom slowly having the sub commit more and more to this "training" and eventually his bladder is so weakened that he's having accidents on the daily.

My problem is I have so many ideas for different desperation and accident scenarios... But I'm getting writers block having to deal with the first chapter.

My original idea was to have them be strangers who then fall into this situation over time. But my horny brain just wants to get into the piss stuff quickly. So I'm wondering if I should forget that idea and have them already be an established couple.

It would still involve the descent into "un-potty training" the sub, but just skip over awkwardly introducing them.

Hmm... 😓

Imagine a workaholic trying to finish a deadline at home and they have been neglecting their needs for so long that they have an accident. But they are so invested in their work that it doesn't even phase them, they don't get up even though their bottoms are now soaked... Then enough time passes that their weakened bladder can't help but lose control again. And they still don't care as they piss themself a second time. The now cold wetness of their bottoms warming up again, the existing puddle at their feet expanding even more.

Will their neglected, sensitive bladder be forced to give up a third time?

Someone being overstimulated and they lose control of their body. They're making involuntary noises and movements; whining loudly and thrashing around. And when their next orgasm hits them they tense up so hard it looks painful and piss starts spraying all over the bedsheets as they sob. Their body just doesn't know what to do anymore.

are you willing to share your ao3 username? love your work!! 💕

It's also @wetdeviant! I haven't posted anything on there yet, but I plan to very soon. Just working out the ideas for my longer story 🫡

Finally got my ao3 invite so I'm writing that longer story I wanted to do. Big part of my brain wants to skip to the pee stuff immediately but I have to set up some plot first 😓 I have so many ideas though for different desperation scenarios... Lets see how long it'll take me to upload the first chapter lol

Imagine your dom banning you from using the bathroom inside; they tell you that for the next 24 hours you have to go outside if you want to pee. You could refuse at first because it's below you... You can't just pee outside like a dog. So you hold it. And hold it... Then you start to get desperate; you can't sit still anymore. You try to sneak off to the bathroom only to realize your dom has locked it. They catch you in the act and remind you of the rules. “If you want to go potty, you have to be good and go outside, okay?” You walk back to the couch slowly and try to hold on longer. They can't seriously expect you to go outside, right? You try to ignore your urge, but it's only getting worse. Your bladder is so full that you feel like you're going to pop. You're whimpering under your breath now as you try to find a position that gives you any relief, but it's impossible. You need to pee. You just want to pee so bad. You try to tentatively rub your bladder to ease an ache, but gasp when it pushes a leak out of you. Suddenly, your dom grabs you by the arm and pulls you up. Going from sitting to standing is torturous; you cry out when gravity only makes the pressure in your abdomen worsen. “What don't you get? I told you that you're only allowed to piss outside.” Your dom reprimands you as they forcibly lead you through the back door. Tears begin to run down your cheeks; the pain in your bladder and your dom's tone too much. Your dom lets go of your arm and points to the grass. “Piss. Now.” You begin to quietly sob as you try to unbutton your pants, your shaky hands unable to finish the task when you have to grab at yourself. You look at your dom with pleading eyes, but they give you a cold stare and refuse to help. You put yourself in this position. If you had just listened earlier you wouldn't be having an accident. Trembling, knees buckled, you finally manage to unzip your pants. But you can only get them halfway down before your bladder bursts. Underwear still on, you begin pissing, all of it being caught by the pants stuck at your knees. The hissing is so loud you're scared any neighbors out just know what's happening. That you're pathetically pissing yourself. Yet you can't stop because you needed to go so bad. You almost think you can feel your bladder shrinking as the warmth runs down your legs. Little moans escape you without your notice; you're just lost in the relief... When the last trickles finish, you look down at your mess, unsure of what to do now. You must look so pitiful with your soiled pants caught at your knees. “Take them off. Underwear too” Your dom orders. “I don't want you trailing piss inside.” You shakily rid yourself of your garments, feeling exposed to the outside air. “Come on. We'll discuss your punishment inside.” Your dom orders as they turn and tread back into the house. You follow quietly and hold back tears when you suddenly remember that the 24 hours aren't over yet.

not to be weird man, but your blog is literally the best thing I've ever seen omg

Whaaat that's not weird at all, thank you! 🫣 Also checked out your blog and you have really nice art, dude. I love your style

I'm planning a longer, multi chapter omorashi story that I will be uploading to ao3. But for now I gotta wait until they send me my invitation link... Which could take a week or two 🥲

You're my new favorite omo blog now, the way you describe things is so good ❤️

Hope you have a good day/night!

I think I'm blushing lol. Thank you! I just write what I wanna see 🫡

A guy who's afraid of thunderstorms wakes up in the middle of the night because of a loud clap of thunder. His heart pounds in his chest as he tries to catch his breath. When his sleepy mind starts to grasp the situation, he slowly untenses his body– Wait, he really has to pee. He tenses up again and feels how the waistline of his pajama pants is squeezing his bloated bladder. He gently pulls the band away from the bulge to soothe his need a bit. A flash of light followed by a boom makes him startle, and he lets go of his waistband, causing it to snap back and hit his swollen abdomen. He gasps in fear and pure need as he hides under his blanket and holds his penis– only to feel his face heat up as he notices his pajamas have a small, barely noticeable wet spot on them now. He can feel his pee hole quivering as fear weakens his muscles. I'm going to wet the bed. I need to get up. He thinks as he tries to calm his breathing. He sees another flash of light and crosses his legs in anticipation just before the thunder follows. He whimpers under his breath as he hears the wind and rain pick up. He has to go now. He can run to the bathroom before another strike hits! He leaves the safe cocoon of his blanket and reaches to flip the lamp on. No-go. The electricity is down. He feels tears prickle in his eyes at the thought of peeing in the dark, but he has to. He's not a child. He grabs his phone and turns on the flashlight. A shiver jostles his bladder as he steps onto the cold hardwood floor. One hand holding his phone up, one hand grasping his cock, he starts to shuffle towards the bathroom. He can do this. He can make it before the next thunderclap. A sudden vibration and blast of noise from his phone startles him so badly that he drops it. A weather warning lights up the screen. “No, no, no–” He lets out a sob as heat runs down his thighs, his pajamas now clinging to his skin. He bends down to pick up his phone, still peeing, before the puddle can reach it. And he just kneels on the floor as he finishes his accident. Still afraid, he rushes back to his bed when he's done. Piss dripping with every step he takes, he jumps under the covers. He closes his eyes and sniffles as he tries to go back to sleep. The humiliation and anxiety leaving hot streaks of tears on his cheeks. As he finally drifts back to sleep with stuttering breaths, his bladder pushes out a few more trickles of pee onto his sheets. A problem for when the storm passes.

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A sub who has been holding for hours and is at his limit. He wants to please his dom and hold it just a bit longer– Oh, there's the first leak. He gasps and tries to wiggle, but is held back by the ropes his dom tied around him when this all started. Hands behind his back, thighs forcibly spread. If he could just squeeze himself he could hold it longer, it's not fair! His bladder spasms again and a tiny pool of liquid has gathered on the chair. The feeling of it gently lapping against his aroused but neglected crotch is too much. No, no!– he can be good, he can hold it! His dom seems to have noticed his worked up state. “Oh, is it too much for you? I really thought you could control yourself.” They ask as they come closer, and begin to caress the inside of the sub's hip bones. Please, gotta pee so bad! Gonna pee gonna pee– The sub heaves a sob as his privates twitch once, twice before wetness erupts out of him. His stream so strong and desperate it arches in the air. The sub closes his eyes and slumps back in the chair, sniffling quietly. He couldn't hold it, he wanted to so bad... But his dom just hums and kisses his forehead. “Did so good for me. You held it for so long, didn't you? Such a good boy...” The sub sighs as he gives into the relief.

A guy is playing games with his friend in voice chat, but he's desperate to pee. They've been playing for hours. And during that time he's drank multiple bottles of soda.

It starts with him just bouncing his knee, then he starts to squeeze his thighs together, and then he's wiggling his lower half non-stop.

He's rocking in his chair back and forth with his eyes glued to the screen. His need is still in the back of his mind, until a particularly urgent pang hits him and his hand flies to his crotch to squeeze himself. Which instantly gets him killed in-game.

“Dude, pay attention.” His friend snaps. They're normally competitive and are already losing.

He glances at the sodas on his desk, and suddenly the feeling of his bladder hits him hard. But he knows he can't ask to leave the game. If he asks for a bathroom break his friend will get annoyed, or even worse, tease him.

“S-sorry.” He mumbles. Trying to sound natural when he feels anything but calm. His bladder feels like a rock, and his dick twitches with the urgent pangs.

He tries to focus on his screen, but his hands feel flimsy and keep missing buttons, making aborted movements to his crotch before he catches himself. “Goddamn it.” He huffs, half in frustration and half in desperation.

Suddenly, his dick pulses harder. “A-ah!” he yelps as he feels a spurt of wet heat come out. Not having worn underwear today, it immediately saturates his pajama pants.

“What was that?” his friend laughs through the mic, “Did you just come in your pants?”

“Someone rounded the corner and it startled me.” He lies through clenched teeth, feeling his face go hot in embarrassment.

He tries to hold back a moan as his dick pushes out another trickle of piss. The liquid spilling down his inner thigh. He needs to do something fast, or he's going to piss all over his computer chair.

He grabs one of the empty soda bottles and fumbles to slip his dick out of his pajama pants. His bladder takes this as a memo that he's about to relieve himself and it spasms even harder. Piss dribbles down to where he's gripping himself tightly. He frantically tries to position himself against the bottle. Having to spread his thighs. As soon as his tip is shoved against the opening of the bottle his body lets go. A heavy, frantic stream of piss erupts out of him. The sound hissing against the plastic sounds so loud in his quiet room that he's worried his headset is picking it up. He tries his hardest to hold back his sighs of relief as he slumps back in his chair.

Except... He's really going at it. It's not stopping. And the bottle is getting close to full. He panics and clenches as hard as he can, his bladder angry with him. He hurries to put the now heavy and hot bottle onto his desk as he tries to grab another empty one. His dick, lying limp in his lap, dribbles stubbornly. “No, no, wait-” He squirms, trying to pry the cap off the new bottle. “Why won't this come off!?” A sharp pain stabs his bladder and he gasps. As he freezes in place, a flood of warmth spills out of him. His body has given up and so has he. He lets the bottle drop out of his hands and just watches as the piss soaks his pajamas. Then it starts splattering onto the floor in rivets. As the pain dissipates and he comes back to himself, he notices there are tears in his eyes and that he's panting heavily.

Also that his headset is still on.

“What the fuck was that?” He hears a bewildered voice in his ears. 

imagine someone stiffly trying to hold their piss. they know they'll lose control if they unclench any of their muscles. their partner starts to massage their shoulders and tells them to relax. which makes little dribbles of piss escape, so tiny they don't notice, until a bigger pulse shoots out. they whine in distress but their partner shushes them and moves the massage to their lower back. as their body relaxes their poor bladder can't help but release the tension and give out completely.

car desperation but the driver isn't nice about it. maybe you held off asking because you knew they'd get annoyed, but you really are starting to doubt your ability to hold it. you're squeezing your thighs together because sneaking grabs at your crotch will alert them to your dilemma. but when you shift and feel a small dribble come out you can't take it anymore and tell the driver you need them to stop. “are you kidding me?” they glare at you. “you're just going to have to hold it, because I'm not stopping.” as soon as they direct their attention back to the road you put your hands between your legs. you try to think about anything but your need, but your bladder feels so stiff and you can feel pee right at the edge of your urethra. if you lose concentration for just one second you're going to make a mess. suddenly a car honks beside you and a jet of piss noisily comes out for a split second before you regain control. you whine and squirm back and forth, practically jumping up and down in your seat to stop it. “did you just piss on my seat?” the driver snaps at you. “I'm gonna pee myself!” you cry out, grabbing yourself so tightly it hurts. “no, you aren't!” the driver yells back. the raise in volume making your bladder spasm again, a little more pee comes out. “please, please, please...” you beg, you're so full and the warm wetness now pressed against your crotch is torture. a reminder asking you to just spread your legs and let more warmth gush out of your poor, abused bladder. “I'm pulling over." you hear the driver mumble furiously as they start switching over to the side of the road. you let one hand leave your crotch to grab the door handle- but it's too late. the anticipation of getting to pull over and the loss of pressure is too much. as they turn the engine off it only amplifies the sound of piss rushing out of you. the driver looks over to see a puddle forming in your seat, then spilling down to your feet. you moan in relief as your body completely relaxes. hearing the comment “are you pissing yourself? seriously, how old are you?” snaps you back to reality and you feel humiliation flood you. but it's not enough to stop you from purposely pushing out the last few spurts between your spread legs.