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yoko-omo · 10 months

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Going Down

Avery couldn’t believe this was happening.

Granted, it was his fault. He knew he couldn’t handle that many drinks but he downed them anyway, spurred on by the cheers of his friends. Friends? Fellow fratbros? Whatever- he didn’t know. He didn’t really…like any of the guys in his fraternity. They were all kinda assholes, but he’d essentially paid for this friendgroup so he was going to get some fucking miledge out of it, damn it. It wasn’t like he was going to get any the normal way- he was him. For once, Avery was on the assholes’ side instead of being the one suffering because of them, so he could overlook their more questionable traits.

Maybe this was karma for thinking that way, though, because now he was sloshed, stumbling to his dorm in the dark, and he really fucking needed to piss.

He’d planned to walk home initially- that wasn’t the problem, even though it was literally on the other side of campus. He just hadn’t been planning to get this drunk…or this full. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought, causing him to sharply inhale through his teeth. Bad. Full thoughts were bad. Noted.

A murmured curse escaped him as he continued to stumble his way back home. He’d had to go for a while, but the line to the bathroom at the party had been ridiculously long. Waiting wasn’t that bad until this girl in line sidled up next to him. She was obviously drunk beyond belief, laughing a bit too hard at his subpar jokes and pathetic attempts at smalltalk. She couldn’t seem to stand up straight, near constantly stumbling conveniently into his arms. There was no way she was genuinely interested in him, though. She was either desperate for any dick she could get or her friends bet her to ask him out as a joke or something…did people still do that in college? He hoped not. Taking that risk was out of the question, though, so he eventually lied about having a test in the morning and just left the whole party to avoid running into her again. He figured he could make it home…until the cool night air hit him. It felt like the latter half of all the drinks he’d chugged over the course of the night processed at once, and now he was debating clutching at his dick in public because he just had to go that bad.

He’d been doing so well the past few months, too. After years of getting shit on and pushed around by everyone in highschool, Avery had been determined to turn it around when he got to university. He had to take a couple gap years to save up the money, but he managed it, and people didn’t treat him like a walking doormat. He’d gotten better looking and more muscular, managed to learn how to socialize like an actual normal fucking person and even started dating around a bit. He’d finally learned how to hide what a trash person he was- at least well enough to keep friends around. Now he was at risk for ruining all that because he couldn’t just wait for the toilet like an adult.

He supposed he could always find somewhere outside to whip it out and go (his bladder twinged, prompting him to pause and bounce in place for a moment) but what if he got scene? Campus police knew there was a huge party tonight so they were around in droves. Nah, no chance- he refused to get arrested for public indecency.

His only choice was to just keep holding and use the bathroom at the dorm. God, did he need it. Every staggered step sent unwanted shockwaves straight to his bladder. After a while, he couldn’t resist the urge to grab at himself; not unless he wanted to wet himself out in public. Avery’s face flushed from both embarrassment and exertion, swearing to never touch another watered down beer again.

“Deep breaths, Ave. Deeeep breaths…” He was fine. He could see his dorm building in the distance, the collection of lit windows beckoning him nearer. “Almost there- ngh,” Avery stopped, grabbing his dick hard enough to hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that no one was nearby to see him. If anyone from the frat saw or heard about this he would have to drop out to preserve his pride. At least, what little was left after standing there and squirming like a child.

Far too long seconds dragged into agonizing minutes as he slowly made his way into the building. Straightening up and taking his hand away from his cock was essentially torture, but he couldn’t walk through his dorm’s lobby like that. He’d have to pray the elevators were actually working for once and that he got inside one alone.

There was no denying that his stride was a little awkward as he crossed the lobby, but thankfully, no one paid much mind. He fought the urge to bounce in place while waiting on the elevator, chewing on the inside of his cheek. By the time the doors finally slid open he was fidgeting a bit. But it was okay, he’d made it inside and now he could squirm all he liked until he got to his floor.

Or so he hoped. Avery’s eyes widened with horror as another student rushed between the closing doors. She looked around his age, a textbook and a few binders in her arms and a giant backpack weighing her down from behind. She was a little hunched over from accommodating it. She gave a sheepish grin once she was inside and murmured, “Made it,” while pressing the button to her floor. It looked like she stayed a few floors above him.

Even though he was tempted to sob his frustration, he simply returned her smile and pressed his button as well. It was fine. He got off before she did. He could last a few more seconds without grabbing or squirming.

And he would’ve been able to, had the elevator not suddenly lurched before coming to an abrupt stop. The lights flickered precariously as both students looked up. “Ugh, again?” The other student hissed, wasting no time in pressing the emergency button. “This dorm’s elevators suck.” She looked at Avery before her eyes widened at the sheer panic on his face.

“N-no, no, no, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding…” Avery frantically pressed a few buttons, hoping the elevator would have mercy on him, but the damn thing didn’t budge.

“H-hey, it’s alright,” The student said, voice filled with cautious worry. “Last time this happened to me they had me out in an hour. You’re not claustrophobic or anything, are you?”

Avery shook his head. “No, no, I’m just- shit-” His bladder spasmed, causing him to clutch at his dick and fold in on himself. “Fuck, sorry, sorry, I’m not trying to be creepy- I just…” A gasping whimper escaped him as his thighs pressed together. He could not wet himself in an elevator with a random girl, absolutely not, out of the question.

“Woah, woah, are you okay? Do I need to-” She fell silent when she realized where he was grabbing. “...oh. Oh, uh…”

The student looked around the elevator, as if something would magically appear to help them both. Obviously, she found no such item and turned back to a quietly whimpering Avery. “Um…uh, okay, I know this is weird, but maybe you should just…go? I dunno, it just looks like you’re in pain.” She certainly knew how badly it could hurt to keep holding past your limit. “W-we might be here a while, and, uh…”

“...fuck…” He hissed, feeling his bladder clench and squeeze once more. He didn’t feel like he could do this for another minute, let alone however long it took for the elevator to get moving again. “I…I’m so sorry, this is so fucking gross,” Avery felt his control slip for a moment, a quiet hissing filling the mortifying silence of the elevator.

“No, no, it’s okay, seriously, I don’t want you to, like, hurt yourself,” The student insisted. “I, uh, won’t even watch, here-” She turned to face the wall, ignoring the way her cheeks were burning. This entire situation was a nightmare, and Avery was certain the memories would keep him awake for decades.

In the end it really didn’t matter whether the student turned around or not. Avery lost control either way. He’d release a shuddering breath as the dam finally broke, coloring his jeans a darker shade and pooling around his feet. He’d reach over to brace himself against the wall, trembling slightly. Despite the circumstances, he had never felt such an intense relief, and he bit his cheek hard enough to draw blood to keep any embarrassing moans from slipping out.

The student heard his control breaking, the sound of liquid hitting denim cluing her in, but it was a different noise that caused her to peek behind her; the sound of quiet sniffling.

Avery’s vision filled with tears the second his stream ended. He’d actually done it. He fucking wet himself like a toddler. He didn’t even manage to get somewhere private before it happened- no- he did it while squirming and holding himself in front of another person. And now he was crying like a fucking pussy, looking down at his puddle as if it would feel bad and disappear if he sobbed hard enough. He was so sick, so gross, so-

He jumped at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. The other student was startled in kind. “...s-sorry,” She murmured after a few seconds of staring at one another. “I, um, here.” Avery looked down to see a packet of tissues in her hand.

“...I don’t think that’s going to clean all this up,” He replied, voice cracking.

Despite herself, the student laughed softly. “Uh, no, it’s for your, uh, face…the tears and stuff?”

Avery was going to jump off the roof. “O-oh, right, yeah…thank you.” He took the tissues and got to work drying his face. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. It happens to everyone.” She waved away his apology, smiling kindly. The last thing she wanted to do was make him feel worse.

He blinked. “...Does it?”

“You’d be surprised!”

“Huh.” Avery thought about asking if it’d happened to her, but held his tongue. That was a creepy-ass question.

Silence fell over the elevator, Avery awkwardly shifting in place as his pants grew cold and sniffling. He’d hand the tissue packet back over once his cheeks were dry. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. Glad I always keep some with me.” She said, placing it back into the pocket of her backpack.

“Yeah, uh, you look…” His eyes scanned her almost ridiculously large bag. “...prepared.”

She seemed to take pride in that, growing a centimeter or two in height as she straightened up. “Gotta be. Taking a lot of hours this semester. This is the first time I’ve been back home all day.” Looking for a change in subject from the puddle at his feet, she’d tilt her head and ask, “What’s your major?”

“Oh, uh business…” Were they really just going to skip over the fact that he pissed himself? Why wasn’t this girl disgusted with him? “You?”

“Biochemistry.” She’d chirp, smiling warmly. “Oh, I’m Mia by the way.”

Avery gave a timid smile. “Avery. Nice to, uh, nice to meet you.”

Lmao remember when I said I was gonna do Omovember? Yeah, good times. Been feeling like writing though so I figured I'd type up the final little "character intro fic" I originally had planned. Here's Avery. He's a himbo with self hatred issues. What else do you need to know?

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yoko-omo · 10 months

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Early Riser

It was the first thing Axel felt upon waking up. That aching, persistent fullness. He shifted slightly and realized that at some point in the night, he'd twisted his legs together in an attempt to numb the sensation. It didn't help much. He bit back a groan as he rolled over to grab his phone and check the time. It looked like it was still pretty early. If his bladder hadn't demanded to be emptied he would've slept for a few more hours.

He glanced upwards and noted that his roommate was gone, his brow furrowing. His roommate usually left for class before he awoke, true, but surely his first class wasn't this early?

Then he heard it; the muffled sound of the shower being turned on in the bathroom. Ah. That's where he was. That meant very, very bad things for Axel. Not only was he stuck waiting for his roommate to finish showering before he could go pee, but he was also being tempted by the constant sound of falling, splattering water. He moaned and curled in on himself, a hand slipping beneath the comforter to give himself a squeeze. He recalled finishing the last of a bottle of soda right before going to bed, and it looked like he was paying the price.

Seconds passed, and then minutes, and then more minutes. Laying still was out of the question, his hips wriggling as the sounds of the shower tortured him. It was beginning to feel as urgent as the day he pissed in that alleyway outside of class. He'd been hoping to never feel that kind of desperation again but it seemed like his prayers were ignored. A whimper escaped his throat as a wave of need rolled through him, causing him to attempt to squeeze his legs together even tighter. It was easier said than done with both of his hands between his thighs. Squirming and squeezing wasn't enough anymore, and Axel panicked as he felt the liquid he was barely holding back enter his tip. He couldn't hold it like this- he needed something more.

His breathing growing ragged, Axel grabbed his second pillow and shoved it between his legs. Although his face burned with embarrassment, he had little choice but to begin grinding against it. He bucked into the cushion, quietly whimpering to himself with his eyes squeezed shut. He had to go so bad that it was on the verge of painful. It never actually exceeded that thin line, though. He actually felt a different sensation slowly building under the constant discomfort. With every thrust, the fiction against his clothed cock felt just a bit sweeter. Before he knew it, his whimpers were melding with small gasps. His entire body grew warmer and warmer, and his heart pounded for a reason other than mounting panic.

Axel buried his face into his other pillow to muffle the first moan that slipped past his lips. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was humping a pillow while seconds away from pissing himself...and he was enjoying every second. Oddly enough, the humiliation of the entire situation only stoked the burning heat that'd pooled low in his stomach. It wasn't long before Axel had rolled onto his front, mewling into the mattress while he went to town on his poor pillow. He knew he needed to stop before his roommate walked in or he pissed himself, but that pressure from inside was just building and building and building-

He let out a strangled groan as his climax overwhelmed him. Pulsing and throbbing, Axel felt a warm wetness begin to surround his cock. His bladder emptied onto the pillow, soaking into it and the sheets below. The relief was almost as wonderful as his orgasm. He shuddered and sighed, his body going slack.

Then, he heard the door to the room begin to open.

Almost yelping in alarm, Axel was quick to flip back onto his side before his roommate fully entered. He feigned sleep and squeezed his dick as hard as he could, thighs pressed together to try and stop pissing his bed. The stream sputtered and paused for a moment or two before continuing, but slower this time. That was the closest he could get for now.

So there Axel laid for the next few minutes, fighting back relieved panting as he slowly but surely emptied his bladder. He could hear his roommate shuffling around as he got dressed, none the wiser to the warm and wet fabric now clinging to Axel's legs. Before long, he heard the door close once more. Then, silence. He risked peeking over his shoulder. The room was empty.

Axel winced when he lifted his thankfully dry comforter to assess the damage. His boxers and the pillow were soaked, obviously, and a sizable wet patch surrounded his ass. The sight caused his eyes to widen and cock to twitch. He looked over to check the time once more. Although he definitely needed to shower and get cleaned up, his classes weren’t for a few more hours, and his roommate usually didn’t come back until the afternoon…

He’d grab his hardening cock through his boxers. He sure had a lot of free time. Maybe Axel would start waking up earlier.

Hope you enjoyed reading! My sudden craving to write about pillow humping while desperate may or may have not been inspired by a certain comic I read recently @jacqueskingrabbit

I might write an alternate ending sometime soon where the roommate walks in a bit earlier and catches him 👀

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yoko-omo · 10 months

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needy little thing. you really need to go, don't you? here, let me check... wow, your bladder really IS big! gosh, how did that happen?

it's been that long since you last went? really? I could have sworn I let you go at lunch! Silly me. Breakfast was so long ago, wasn't it? Oh, does saying that make it harder to hold? You poor thing!

But how did it get so full? What did you drink, again? ...Wow, I made you that much coffee this morning, huh? And I'd forgotten all about the juice with lunch, and the tea afterwards. No wonder your bladder is so big and swollen and puffing out over your jeans! Here, let me check it one more time. I need to make sure everything is okay down there! After all, you've been holding for such a long time.

what's that? Don't touch it so hard? Sweetheart, did you forget this bladder belongs to me? I can touch it however I want.

hmm... you know, if you've got enough energy to spare that you're arguing with me, I think you can keep holding it. Oh come on, now, don't whine — are you going to cry? You silly thing. I'm sure you can hold it...you're going to have to, now.

but gosh, that bladder really IS big. We'd better hope there's still room in there! Dinner isn't for another few hours, after all, and you've already waited so long you might as well wait til then. I wonder what you'll look like by then...how much bigger do you think it can get?

now drink your tea, love.

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yoko-omo · 10 months

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Remembering the time I was very desperate in the bathroom line at a music festival in front of 3 other girls who were also incredibly desperate to pee. They were pretty drunk and very vocal about how bad they needed to go, potty dancing and holding themselves. We were in this line for over 30 minutes and one of them wearing a skirt pissed down her legs and in her panties. One was wearing jeans and she left a pretty large wet patch in them as well. The omo slut in me was so turned on I almost came when she squealed that it was coming out and she couldn’t stop it 🥵🥵

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yoko-omo · 11 months

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Day 2 Desk Wetting

Day 2 Desk Wetting ( Junior Year Preston)

AN: Yeah big shock, Preston again. It is technically day 2 after all so I managed to get this done just 4 minutes too late lol.

All characters in sexual scenarios are 18 or older. Read my “refz” tag. Preston is 18 in her junior year, the only reason this doesn’t take place when she’s 19 and a senior is because in the greater universe of my fics it wouldn’t make any sense. I care too much about the pissfic universe canon, soz about it. Contains female omorashi. Not your cup of pee? Don’t read!

Not My Fault

Teachers need to chill the fuck out. Listen, I get it that seniors are all little shits who just wanna get out of school already and I wouldn’t wanna deal with us either, but if you’re getting paid to do it there’s no need to be such a massive bitch all the time. Apparently it’s not their fault though. No, apparently it’s my fault. My fault that my idiot friend Josh dared me to chug four bottles of gatorade back to back without hurling. I mean, yeah I didn’t have to do it, but then I wouldn’t have gotten $20. Fine, I can see how that’s kinda my fault. But my third period teacher didn’t have to assign a test today and she didn’t have to make a rule saying that nobody was allowed to leave the room during it. And my fourth period teacher really didn’t have to have such a harsh tardy policy which forces me to sprint to her class everyday or risk detention.

What I’m saying is, it’s really not my fault that I have to piss this badly right now.

Keep reading

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yoko-omo · 11 months

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good date II

It was a Friday night and I had decided to stay in. I was exhausted, and could use some time to myself. So I was sitting at my computer, catching up on email and picking at some leftover takeout when I got her text.

“Hey, I think I’m in your neighborhood,” it read.

I hadn’t seen her in a week… or maybe two. After confessing that her proclivity for holding a full bladder lined up nicely with my proclivity for watching women hold full bladders, we had seen each other twice more. Neither time involved any desperation, but both were enjoyable and emotionally rewarding. Both ended with some kissing and removal of clothes. Our relationship seemed to be headed somewhere.

And then she was off on a work trip for a week, and I was swamped with my own work for another. That brought us to today.

“Yeah?” I texted back. “Where?”

“3rd ave and 1st,” came the reply, a minute or two later.

We had vague plans to hang out this weekend but hadn’t hammered out anything specific. She said she’d get in touch Saturday after spending Friday out with her girlfriends. That night out, apparently, had brought her nearby.

“What are you up to?” I asked

“Drinking,” she texted back with a winky face. I asked her where and she told me the name of the bar. She was right: It was a block and a half from my apartment.

Another text: “I think this bartender is hitting on me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I dunno. He keeps giving me free drinks.”

And a follow up: “He keeps giving *all of us* free drinks. But he keeps talking right at me.”

“Are you into it?” I ask.

“Nah. He think he’s so cool,” she texted back. “He’s not so cool.”

I snorted with laughter and turned back to what I was doing. I was plowing through my email inbox a good 30 minutes later when another text came.

“I gotta pisssssss.”

My heart skipped. Something about that phrasing. I waited to see if she would send a follow up, but she didn’t.

“Yeah?” I sent back noncommittally.

“My bladder is brimming,” she replied. That was a weird enough way to say it that I knew she was trying to get my attention.

“You should probably pee,” I texted.

“I can’t! I’ve explained this to you!” She texted back. “Bar bathrooms are too dirty!”

A pause. Then another text.

“All of my friends think I’m ridiculous. I’m dancing !!”

She had my full attention at this point.

“They know you have to pee?” I asked, dumbly.

The replies came in quick succession: “Yes! I keep telling them!” “They’re like, go!” “And I’m like, I can’t! You know I can’t.” “So I’m just standing here dancing around.” “Dribbling pee.”

That last bit was too much. I’m a sucker for leaking. I had to see her in her wet underwear. It was absolutely necessary.

“You could come use my bathroom, you know,” I replied.

“I suppose I could,” she replied.

“It’s very clean. And it would be great to see you,” I said.

“And I suppose my current state does nothing to sweeten the deal?” she texted back.

“I have to admit, it crossed my mind,” I replied.

“Luckily for you, I don’t really have a choice,” she replied. “I’m going to be a bit damp by the time I get home.”

“I thought you said you were already a bit damp.”

“I may have been exaggerating for emphasis. Or maybe I wasn’t. You’ll just have to wait to find out.” Then, another winky face.

* * *

It was only 20 minutes later that my buzzer rang. I opened the door and she stood there, one leg crossed over the other beneath a black jean skirt that ran midway down her thighs. Her tight white shirt looked like it might actually be the upper half of a leotard. She was swaying from side to side, one leg crossed tightly over the other. Her face had a devilish grin.

“Come on in,” I said.

“Thanks,” she replied, slowly. She shimmied into the apartment, thighs close together.

“Well,” I said. “You know where the bathroom is.”

“I’m starving,” she said, ignoring me. “What do you have to eat?”

“Um.” I was surprised, and pleased, by how this was developing. “I have some leftovers. Leftover Thai food, I think. Or, what else…?” I opened my refrigerator door. There wasn’t a lot. “Or I could make you… eggs?”

“Thai sounds great. What are you up to?”

I emptied the food from its take-out container onto a plate and popped it in the microwave, extremely aware that she was standing, leaning against my kitchen counter, swaying, trapped inside what was probably a leotard, and that that leotard may have a pee stain on the crotch. “Just working. Not having anywhere near the kind of fun it seems like you are.”

“Well I’m here now, and I’ve brought the fun. Have anything to drink?”

“Got some beer,” I said, holding one up. “Could open a bottle of wine. Or some whiskey?”

“Whiskey would be great, yeah,” she said.

“Ok. Whiskey and Thai food it is,” I said, plunking some ice cubes into two glasses. I uncorked a bottle, and poured a little over each glass. She let out a low soft sound as the liquid trickled over the cubes, and pushed two fingers against her skirt, over her crotch. I wasn’t sure whether or not that was for my benefit, or a necessity, or both. I held out the glass and she stepped forward to accept it. I put my arm around her, sweeping her into a momentarily awkward kiss that she, after getting over her surprise, returned enthusiastically. I slipped my hands down her back to her hips, which were moving rhythmically in tight little circles beneath her jean skirt.

“Thank you for saving me from peeing myself,” she said into my mouth between kisses, with more than a hint of sarcasm.

“Well, I couldn’t just let you explode,” I replied. “Are you… going to do something about your situation?”

“Now that there’s a toilet near by it doesn’t seem as important,” she said, straining credulity. This girl was obviously quite uncomfortable. Then: “Do you have roof access? I want to see what the city looks like from here.”

* * *

We stood on my roof looking out over the city. Or, rather, she was looking out over the city. I was looking at her. She was moving constantly: She bent her right leg, dipped, stood up straight, bent her left leg. I tried not to stare.

“How’s the view?” I asked.

“Amazing,” she said.

I sidled up next to her as she looked out over the city and wrapped my arm around her waist. My right palm settled against her taught belly and I traced my fingers over it through her white shirt/potential onesie.

That made her freak out. She squirmed, turned 270 degrees while staying within my arm, and buried her face in my neck while simultaneously burying her hand in her crotch beneath her black skirt.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she whispered into my ear. “Don’t you fucking dare tickle me when I’m this full, or get anywhere near my bladder.”

“It was an accident, really,” I lied.

“I don’t believe that at all,” she breathed onto my neck. Things were escalating quickly. She removed her hand from her crotch and instead straddled my leg. Holy shit.

“Tell me,” I said, not believing my luck, terribly aroused, and wanting more. “How did you become someone who lets your bladder get this full on a regular basis?” Stories from one’s past might not be the best way to ride a wave of sexual tension, but I was pretty sure that these details were ones I wanted to hear.

“Well, in high school the bathrooms were awful. So I stopped going.”

“You stopped going?”

“Yes, I just stopped. I started waiting all day rather than sit in pee, or worse.”

“I bet that took some adjusting.”

“From lunchtime on I was squirming. By the time I got home things were in a dangerous place. But I got better and better at holding. My bladder is large. By now, leaks are rare.”

I exhaled haltingly.

“And because I look so cute in skirts, I have less to worry about than if I were a pants-all-the-time person.”

“Can you explain what you mean by that?” I asked, as if I didn’t get it.

“Well,” she said in a falsely innocent voice, playing along gamely, “It means if I leak it’s not the end of the world.”

I kissed her full on the mouth and she responded eagerly. I held her closer, subtly pressing with my torso against her bladder. I felt her twist, I felt her grip my leg more tightly between hers, I felt her rub against it a bit, and then I felt warmth. She jumped back. I gripped my leg as if she had burned me. There was a quarter-size wet spot on my jeans.

“Did you just pee?” I asked.

“Who knows?” she asked, walking aggressively in place, her voice an octave higher. “I’m wearing a skirt! No one can tell!”

“You’re fucking amazing,” I said.

“Are there any good places to grab another drink around here?” she asked. “Not the place with the annoying bartender. Another place. Somewhere you like. The night is young!”

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yoko-omo · 11 months

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So I’m in the car with a friend. We’re close and I know she’s into omo, but we’ve never done anything together. I’m feeling really sleepy and it’s warm out. We’ve been drinking apple juice which is my favourite. We’ve been driving a lot, but we’ll be at the hotel in about two hours. I need to pee, but not super badly. I can hold it.

It’s warm, and I’m getting really sleepy. She’s drinking some more juice and asks me if I want some. I have a sip, but my bladder starts to feel really uncomfortable. We drive past a rest stop. I just notice it and then it’s gone and I’m really mad at myself for not saying anything. I’m nibbling my lip.

“How long do you think it’ll be?” I say.

She tells me about an hour and forty minutes. That’s nothing, I can hold that long. I shut my eyes. I remember being a kid and having to go real bad in the back of the car, and asking them to stop but they wouldn’t. I remember a little bit leaking out and then a little bit more. It felt so warm. Uh-oh, I realise that’s the wrong thing to think about, because I gotta go even more.

I look for more rest stops, but I don’t think there are any before the hotel. We’re turning off the main road now, and onto the windy country roads with way less people and less chance to pull over. I feel kinda shy about my need even though I don’t think my friend would be annoyed. It’s better not to say anything. I nibble my thumb.

Then two bad things happen: we get stuck behind a really slow tractor for ages, and the next road we’re on is really rough and full of holes and I feel it right in my bladder. My hand goes between my legs and I really gotta go and I feel little and anxious.

“Uh oh,” I say. That’s not a very grown-up thing to say but I feel so anxious and all I can think about is that I gotta pee.

“What’s wrong?” my friend says.

I chew my lip. “I gotta pee really bad,” I say at last.

“Oh dear,” she says. “How bad?”

“Ummm.” I squeeze my hand between my legs. It really hurts now. “I don’t think I can make it much longer.”

She puts her hand on my knee. “It’s about an hour, still, to the hotel. We lost time behind that damn tractor.”

I whimper. I can’t help it. “I gotta go now. I’m sorry. Can we pull over?”

“I’ll try,” she says. The road isn’t busy, but it’s really narrow, and there are houses all round with big gardens. There’s no place I could go behind a bush, but no restaurants or shops either.

I hadn’t realised it was so bad. At first I felt sleepy and it seemed like I could just hold it. But I gotta go like burning now, and I keep wriggling. I feel almost like I might panic, you know, because it’s so bad and I can’t keep it in, but I have to and I don’t know what to do.

“There’s a towel in the backseat for emergencies,” my friend says.

I’m not sure what she means. Is she giving me permission to pee myself? But wouldn’t she be mad at me if I did that? We talked about omo a few times before, but it’s never been a reality. My cheeks are hot. “Uhh?” I ask her.

“It’s OK, you can sit on it. If you leak, it’s OK.”

“I feel like I might burst,” I tell her honestly. “I gotta go so so bad. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK. I don’t mind,” she says. “We’ve talked about this before, remember.”

I grab the towel. I’m shifting from one thigh to the other and each bump in the road makes me feel like I’m going to let go. “But it’s different when it’s your car,” I say.

I put the towel under my butt. I’m tearing up. I don’t mean to but I just have to go so bad and it’s so sore and I don’t want it to happen. I nibble my thumb. Then I feel it, a little hot leak in my pants, and I whimper.

“Did you go a little?”

“Uh-huh.” My eyes are full of tears, one run downs my cheek.

“Aww, honey. You should just let go. We did drink a lot of juice.”

“Don’t talk about juice,” I try to joke. I squirm hard. It hurts so bad. Now that one leak has come out, I find myself relaxing just a little, and another leak comes out and wets my bottom. Ooooh. That does feel a little better, but once I clamp down I’ve got to go as bad as ever.

“Are you sure you won’t be mad if I get your car wet?” I say.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she says. “I’ve been there.”

I’m still looking out the window for someplace to stop. But I can’t help letting a little more out. It feels so good. I ball my hands into fists, trying to hold tight. When I move my hands away from my crotch I can see that it’s soaked, and it’s super obvious because I’m wearing thin beige trousers.

“I’m having an accident,” I say softly, as I feel another trickle come out. It’s SO HARD to hold on now that I’ve started, and I feel it running down my leg, a long warm gush.

“I know,” my friend says. “It’s OK, you can clean up at the hotel.”

I whimper again. I feel so little and so warm in the car, and so naughty. Even though she’s said it’s OK I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. I feel it run between my legs, and suddenly I’m really letting go, it’s too hard to stop, and there’s a loud hissing sound and I’m just going and going.

The pee soaks through the towel and ends up on the floor of the car too. I can’t believe it. It feels so good too, now it’s begun I suddenly feel so relaxed, so warm and safe and wet. “Uh oh,” I find myself whispering, as I feel my shoes squelch.

“Don’t worry,” my friend says. “It’s pretty hot, actually. And I’m glad you’re not sore any more.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” I say.

“It doesn’t feel so bad, does it?” she says.

And now I’m wet and relaxed, I have to agree with her. It feels naughty and strange and good.

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yoko-omo · 11 months

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Imagine Person B was taken captive, and Person A has been searching for them to help them escape. Finally A finds them with their wrists chained above them as they’re forced to rest on their knees. Perhaps they’re a bit beaten and bruised, but they’re alive.

B looked as relieved as A felt upon seeing them, but B’s expression was also strained. Worried, A worked quickly to start to try to figure out how to unlock the cuffs bounding B’s wrists when B’s voice weakly stops them. “A, I can’t hold it much longer,” B practically whimpers out with desperation. For a split moment A wasn’t sure what the other meant, until they look down and saw B’s legs pressed together, their body shuddering and a heavy, uncomfortable bulge in their abdomen.

“Just hang on, alright? Let me just get you out!” A did their best to hurry up, but there simply wasn’t enough time as B’s arms jerked against their restraints as a groan escaped them.

“Please! I need to go now!” B practically begged, and A could make out a small wet patch on the front of B’s pants in the dim light. It was clear if nothing was done B was going to have an accident, something the other didn’t deserve after already going through so much.

“Okay, okay.” Acting quickly, A looked around hoping to find a key or something, only to find a bucket in the corner of the room. Better than nothing. “Here.” Moving the bucket in front of B, A moved aside B’s clothes and steadied them in front of the bucket.

Almost immediately as cool air hit them, liquid started to hiss out and splatter noisily against the bottom of the bucket. B gave a shaky exhale, slumping as their body was held up only by their restraints. A turned their head away, offering B at least some dignity.

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yoko-omo · 11 months

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a charachter that surfs and doesn’t have to pee that bad, but they’re in a wet suit. It would be almost impossible to take off so they just ignore it but it gets worse and worse and eventually all they can think about is how bad they need a toilet and they’re trying to surf with a full bladder and get so needy that in the middle of a wave they can feel their wet suit start to fill with pee…and it feels so good but the wet suit material is so tight that the piss wouldn’t be able to escape. And then the walk of shame when they need to pull at the heel of their suit and all the pee comes gushing out…

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yoko-omo · 1 year

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wet myself the other day >///<

i had already leaked quite a bit before when i was laying in bed, you can even see the drying wet spot on my bum 🥴

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yoko-omo · 1 year

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So yesterday after when work finished I decided to tease myself and not go to the bathroom before I came home from work. As I was driving home I could feel myself fill up but it wasn’t bad enough that I thought I couldn’t make through some errands.

I ran to a few stores, the last stop was Petco to make my cats name tag and get a few things.

A few minutes after I walked in my bladder started yelling at me and it didn’t help that I couldn’t find what I was looking for. My search eventually turned frantic when I began to feel so desperate that I needed to hold myself for it to stay in.

I could stand still, which made it so difficult to look on the shelves. I was bouncing around, side to side and shifting trying to alleviate the pressure on my bladder but nothing helped. Squeezing every muscle hoping that this feeling of needing to burst would past if I held tight enough...

I was staring right at it but whenever I tried to get myself to get my hand to reach it I needed in that moment to squeeze my crotch.

As I stood there squirming around my desperation became impossible, I was clenching as hard as I could, holding so tight when all of a sudden a spurt came out. I tried my hardest to stop it but I kept leaking.

I had to squat to stop it from bursting out of me all at once.

I’m stubborn so if I go into a store for something I absolutely hate leaving without it. I stood in line, now in front of people. My attempts to hide it were unsuccessful. I get easily embarrassed so I tried to keep it in just by squeezing but it wasn’t enough and I didn’t want to piss myself right there. I began to squirm again, dancing around. When I got to the front I was so happy but of course my wallet was lost in my purse and I couldn’t stop moving.

I finally checked out and as I said, I’m stubborn. I considered saving myself from an accident and going right to my car to get home but I came there to make a tag, so I was gonna make the damn tag. I went to the station and scanned the bar code. Barely able to scan it, I was shaking so much.

Here’s where it gets fun.

They needed you to type in the letters from your receipt. At this point I was so full that I couldn’t think. Holding the receipt I typed the letters in while intermittently holding myself. Then it got to the screen that asks you what you want to write on the tag. I- I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t focus. I tried to think but I couldn’t and I felt myself losing control. I was gasping at this point. And then I couldn’t stop it. I ran to my car, the leaks weren’t stopping as hard as I tried. I was bouncing around so hard in my car. Reminding myself that we didn’t wanna clean that up.

With one hand on my crotch I ran inside and right as I walk towards the bathroom my body loses control, my stream takes over, and I pee all over my black leggings.

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