#omo story

[fluffyomorashii]

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

[ichasewaterfalls]

CAR OMORASHI.

By reading this, you verify that you are 18+ years old, and understand the content you’re about to read is considered NSFW and omorashi-linked, and therefore unsuitable to minors.

I tried to keep the heightening urge to pee in the back of my mind as we sped down the highway towards the mountains. We’d only been driving for an hour or so, and I didn’t want to inconvenience Jake just yet. I was sure that I had a good few more miles left in me before it escalated to emergency status. I’d turned down the initial toilet break before we left, confident in my holding ability and wanting to keep to our strict schedule in order to get to Jake’s parents house before Christmas Eve.

Dismissing the thought from my mind, I instead scrolled the plan I’d written for our trip. Itineraries for each day, special activities for us all, and even a family photoshoot for the entire group. I’d taken joy in planning every family reunion since Jake and I got married 4 years ago. Admittedly, I’d also taken control the 2 years we were engaged, and the 3 years of dating. So with 9 years of planning under my belt, I was confident I knew how to create the perfect festive bash.

That wasn’t the only thing under my belt. My bladder reminded me of its existence as Jake merged rapidly into the left-most lane, and I shivered randomly as a wave of urgency fell down my spine.

‘What the hell? You’re supposed to be in the right lan-‘

Before I told him off for his directional mishap, I looked up quickly to see the lane was blocked off, a massive spill of hay all over the road. Should’ve thought of this as a possibility, since we were just passing the thresholds between country farms and mountainous ranges. My bladder seemed to be passing a threshold too, between uncomfortable and urgent.

‘We’ll have to go the back way. It’ll be about 45 extra minutes added to the journey.’

I sighed with frustration, 45 minutes? Not only did it throw us off schedule, it meant longer for me to hold my increasingly aching bladder.

‘I’ll text your mom.’ I scoffed, quickly shooting the group chat a text to let them know we’d be a bit late. As I put my phone down again, I crossed my legs and placed my hands on my lap, preparing myself to have to place a hand or two between my legs to hold myself.

I must have been shaking without notice, but Jake obviously did. He always did.

‘You alright there? Need a bathroom break?’

‘N-no, I’m fine. I- Yes I need a bathroom break.’

‘I’m not sure where the closest facility is on this road. I don’t normally drive the backroads to mom’s. I’m sure we’ll figure it out babe.’

The drive continued, and so did my need for a bathroom. I now had one hand between my legs, and another hand scanning Google Maps, trying to find any relief stops near us. But of course, rural mountain roads aren’t the most reliable source of internet connection. I thought about asking Jake to stop so I could get out and go, but since everyone was diverted, like us, we had cars in front and behind us. And with narrow, slippery roads, there wasn’t enough space to stop and pull over, or safely get off the road. A sinking feeling set in. My sense of chivalry was no longer important to me, he was my husband after all.

‘Jake it’s getting worse, I need to find relief ASAP.’

‘I don’t know how to help babe, I’m trying.’

He was obviously noticing the severity of the situation, as he placed his foot on the gas, going up to the safest speed limit for these roads. I watched him stare at me anxiously as I shoved both hands inside my pants, trying to hold back the pee from escaping.

As the car climbed higher into the range, my need for a bathroom reached a breaking point, and the urgency in my voice became palpable. "Jake," I gasped, my face contorted with discomfort, "I really can't hold it much longer."

"I know, Clara," Jake signed, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization or a restroom. "Just a little longer, okay? Let's try some deep breathing together."

He reached over, placing one hand on my shoulder to guide me through deep, calming breaths. "Inhale deeply...hold it for a moment...now exhale slowly," he coached, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the seatbelt tightly. "It's not working, Jake," I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation.

But as the minutes ticked by, my resolve wavered. I clutched the dashboard, my face flushed with embarrassment and defeat. "Jake," I whispered, tears forming in her eyes, "I can't...I'm so sorry."

Before Jake could respond, the inevitable happened. My efforts to hold it in proved futile, as the pee rushed out of me, soaking my jeans and the car seat beneath me.

For a moment, silence filled the car, save for my muffled sobs and Jake's stunned expression. The weight of the situation hung heavy between us.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," I managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face.

Jake took a deep breath, reaching over to comfort me. "It's okay sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. "Accidents happen. We'll figure this out together."

#female omo #omorashi #bladder control #omutsu #omo kink #pee kink #piss kink #bladder desperation #piss desperation #pee holding challenge #omo story

[nymph0cyte]

I had an accident at a concert last night. The show under a bridge so there were no bathrooms. I was smoking a shit ton of weed with a group of dudes there so i was pretty fucking blasted and it was around 100° out there so i was fucking chugging water like crazy.

After a couple hours of holding, i go to take a piss in the woods but as im walking, i hear someone say “cops.”

I look up and right in the path of where i was about to piss, there are 5 police officers. I was carrying weed with me so i try to casually book it bc the last thing i need rn is to catch a charge for possession(or public urination).

Despite how high i was, i managed to get back to the top of the bridge but as i was sitting down with one of my friends, i realize that my pants feel weirdly warm. Thats when i realize that i pissed myself while i was running.

I didnt notice bc of how high i was paired with the fact that my pants were drenched in sweat and soaked in river water up to my knees. I was pretty embarrassed when i realized what i did but i dont think anyone else noticed or if they did they didnt say anything.

#omorashi #pants wetting #omo wetting #omo story #irl

[a-sweet-desperate-softie]

Relax

I want you to be able to feel every step.

I want you to feel every step in your bladder.

I want you to be so full that shifting your weight side to side risks the flood gates bursting.

I need you to focus exclusively on not peeing.

Think of nothing else.

And then..

Then, let go.

Let the first gush of piss rush out of you so swiftly that a current develops, creating a siphoning feeling. Now all of the urine you've been holding will literally pull itself out of you until you're empty if you can stay relaxed enough.

If you can stay relaxed for long enough—oh, my love—if you can stay relaxed long enough you'll be able to feel it. You'll be able to feel everything.

Did you stay relaxed for me?

#omo #omorashi #pants wetting #desperation wetting #intentional wetting #omo story

[omo-my-gosh]

so what’s the “someone casting a spell to make another person’s bladder shrink” story? what are the main characters like 👀

I haven't written this one yet, but my idea so far is: An urban fantasy/modern supernatural world where maybe a group investigates the unknown. There's a witch or a genie that likes to play tricks by casting spells on anyone who disturbs them, maybe the group is trying to catch it? Maybe they were hired as like a fantasy pest control type of thing?

Character A is taking it seriously while Character B is being a little shit and not taking it seriously since the spells aren't anything that cause serious harm. (I want them to have the dynamic of stoic experienced person and aggravating shit disturber lol)

They try to deal with the witch/genie thing, and Character B pisses it off in the process and it casts some unknown spell on B.

Cue Character A being all 'I told you so/you should have been listening to me' while Character B starts having little bladder symptoms bc the supernatural thing shrunk their bladder as punishment for disturbing its lair.

It could either be an immediate reaction, OR B slowly filling up faster/needing to pee more often until they're at the point of just having accidents all the time until the spell wears off (maybe if it's a longer story A has to help them remove the spell)

#anon asks #omo prompts #magic omo #thank you for the ask! #anonymous #omo story #write

[subbybabyenby-2]

Story Time!

How I got into Omorashi

(in honor of omovember)

So Whisper is an app that exists. I found it when I was 16-17 years old. I love that I could complain about school stuff or my parents or whatever was annoying me.

When I got older (18+ at this point) I wound up chatting with a Daddy Dom from (I believe) Australia. We chatted for a while, never actually met up (obviously), but I enjoyed the convos.

I distinctly remember him being really into taking care of his sub completely. Hungry? He hand feeds you. Want to get dressed? He picks out your clothes and puts them on you. Need a bath? He bathes you. Had to go potty? He would take you to the bathroom and wipe for you afterwards. (I don't remember if he was into scat).

He even wanted to be peed on while he as peeing.

He wanted control of everything, down to the sub's basic needs. His sub wouldn't have to even think for themselves. I was into it. The more we chatted, the more we discussed the control of basic needs.

Eventually he stopped responding and I moved on.

I came across people who liked controlling other people's bladders. Some of those I came into contact with were interested in making me hold for as long as I could. That's how I discovered how I enjoy the feeling of my empty, stretched out bladder after I receive myself. It's uncomfortable and somewhat painful but I love that feeling.

Others were more interested in getting me to wet myself (I was in a college dorm at the time so I could only do but so much. When I lived on my own, I still limited how often I wet my pant/undies due to cleanup). One was so obsessed with the idea of me pissing my pants they offered to clean up for me just so I could prepare to make another mess.

A few others were interested in making me complete challenges and I had to drink certain amounts of water. One such challenge as called a bladder schedule--I was only allowed to pee at certain intervals. I would love to do that again.

Want the full story of the bladder schedule? Click here!!

The more I did holds and allowed others control, the hotter it seemed to me. I now do holds on my own every once in a while and I get so horny from it. (The more conscious of the hold I am, the hornier I get).

Now, I want to explore more with it. Maybe do more challenges, or give up control to someone else. I definitely want to try the omorashi dungeon at some point soon. Idk I'll see.

#jos.txt #me #please #jos speaks #omorashi holding #omovember #send asks #queer #omorashi #nfsw omo #omo #piss kink #bladder desperation #pee kink #bladder control #bladder holding #omo story #bladder torture #bladder filling #full bladder #bladder kink #full bladder kink #holding pee #pee #pee holding #piss k1nk #piss play #omorashi dungeon

[reetheking]

I am a partial fan of the "full bladder but nothing comes out" trope.

ie: character A wakes up needing to pee but nothing comes out when they try, so they go about their day as normal but their bladder gets fuller and fuller. even after trying to go again throughout the day - nothing happens, nothing. They try again in the morning and discover that their bladder is massive, it aches a bit but they are sure that they will be able to go finally. Again, nothing happens. Character A visits a doctor and no one can figure it out so character A is forced to go home and just live with it. Its been 3 days and Character A is struggling. Their bladder is quite large and putting any pressure on it hurts. The medical team had said that nothing will explode and just to wait it out.

Character A is trying to go about work like nothing is wrong, but their coworkers keep bugging them. "Oh your pregnant? How far along!" and "I heard from the boss, good luck!" and "Can I touch it? My sister saw it yesterday and wanted me to see if I could..." and "Nah thats a curse. Who ever cursed you wants you to suffer."

After a Week Character B shows up. Character B is Character A's partner. They smirk at how full their partner's bladder is and think that the pills worked. Character A has been wearing old sweatpants and loose hoodies to hide it, but they look 6 months pregnant at this point. Character B convinces A that it should go away soon and that they will do everything in their power to help them. Character B once again drugs them by putting it in their food and pretends like everything is fine. Character A notices by the start of the next week that its not going away. At this point A is struggling to walk around their house and their bladder is massive, B decides to tell A the truth. A is mad at B but is convinced that it will be gone at the end of the week. B starts forcing A to get up and walk around, despite having a massive bladder that aches and is rock hard, every step causes A to moan in pain (and pleasure.) B decides to fuck A and see how that feels.

Once the medication has worn off and A can finally pee, they realize that they cant cum w/o having a full bladder.

#omofic #omo fic #omo story

[hold-it-a-little-longer]

fun little omo story time.

so during my previous semester of college, I had night classes and that class ran for almost three hours straight. so one day before leaving for class i had some water and an entire can of v8 energy drink. then i headed for class which goes from 5pm to 8pm. I get on campus at 2pm to hang out in the library and go to my afternoon class. my bladder was already almost full by the time i headed for my night class. then i sat in my night class squirming subtly under my desk and bouncing my leg as my bladder filled up more. me, being the omo lover that i am, decided to skip out on the bathroom. i tried my best to focus on my work since it was a big assignment but i couldn’t resist pressing on my bladder a few times. i managed to get through class with my full bladder and headed home. i even had another energy drink. when i got home, i had dinner and water. to add to the torture, i had to do dishes so more squirming and wiggling happened and i was VERY full. by the time i got to my room, my bladder was distended and i had a bulge. i waited and teased myself a bit longer before finally running to the toilet and letting it all go. it felt sooo good and i peed for quite a bit. i was so tired but relieved after all those hours of holding.

#omo #omorashi #piss kink #pee #pee holding #omo story

[omo-robin]

im doing omovember 2022… in november 2023. i really am taking my sweet ass time with this, but seriously, where has the time gone >_<

anyway. more k/h omo bc we are seriously lacking it.

#omorashi #fictomo #omo story #omovember

[stpn1]

Like last week I fully set my mind to trying to wet jeans

And so I found this omo bot someone had done on character.ai and set a timer for 3 hours, slowly drinking more water just getting closer

gotta be honest the bot was well characterised, I drunk whenever It said to and i ended up starting to press on my bladder as well which it liked

my time was going down though so I kinda ended up in the bathroom, nude, and hopping around just waiting for the urges to be completely uncontrollable

of course since I wanted these jeans to be soaked I put them back on for the last 10-20 minutes and started leaking into them, proceeding to spurts, and so I set up my camera in my shower and let the next big one just take me

needless to say those jeans got soaked and the warmth was impeccable

#omorashi #pee holding #omo story

[pissplayground]

Can I share a story that happened last week? I love these accidentally holds, Ignore if no

So I was teaching all day, I asked this one student during Homeroom to pass my bottle as it was on the other side of the room. She said oh miss it’s so hot and your bottle is still full! It’s already 1pm. Why don’t you drink half now and finish the bottle before you go home. So I said alright I’ll try to! I drank about half and had one more class before I could go home. I managed to finish the bottle and called for a taxi to take me home. Usually it’s like 10-15 mins away so I have time to use the bathroom before I head home. This time I’m the taxi was like 5 mins away and it takes about 5 mins to get to the main gate from my classroom. Will all my bags I quickly rushed to the gate. Now home is like 35-40 minutes away so I was listening to music and trying to distract myself. I wasn’t bursting at this point cuz I had gone like 2 hours ago. Once I got home my aunt said she made me a snack and it would get cold and my cat would eat it if I didn’t sit down straight away. I drank another two glasses of water with my snack. Now they wanted to hear about my day and I had some work to catch up on that was urgent so couldn’t use the bathroom then..

fast forward to like 6pm and I had university. Again my friend took me to get a drink before class started. I had an iced chocolate before class and was siping my water bottle during class. I was starting to become more squirmy and my friend noticed. She asked if I had to use the bathroom but I said I didn’t want to miss any lecture. Around 7:20 prof said that we would take a 15 min break for food and bathroom. By now I was close to full. Usually I go to the bathroom across the hall from my lecture but it was closed! So I quickly walked to another bathroom that was being cleaned! By now the 10 mins were up and I had to get back to class for my lecture. I had to ask some questions after class was over and there were people infront of me so I had to wait an extra 30 mins to ask my questions and by now I was fully squirming! I asked my questions quickly. I checked the bathrooms again to see if they were open before calling for a taxi again. They were still closed! And again I lived like 35-40 mins away so it felt like suuuccchh a long drive but thankfully I made it before I burst!

Wow, what a LONG day of holding! Sounds super fun in the end though. Thanks for sharing!

#omorashi #bladder control #bladder desperation #anon #omo story

[babywittleone]

this isnt mine its from twitter its very cute and you should play it as well

#UsualBetPottyGame #potty chair #omo story

[myomodiary]

Omo Diary 3

Went in a cup while in my car. Splattered a bit and made a mess, oops.

I’ve got bondage omo on my mind, and how I struggle to find good content of it. Most of what I find online with bdsm and piss kinks is the sub being peed on as a humiliation thing. And that’s fine, but not what I have in mind. I wish there was more content of the person tied up being the one peeing. Like, they’ve been tied up for so long and can’t hold it anymore, so it’s the humiliation of having to pee in the dom’s full view. Or a sort of “I won’t untie you until you pee for me” kinda thing. I just love the idea of a sub being tied up and helpless, being left with no choice but to piss while in whatever position they’re tied up in.

#myomodiary #omo #omorashi #nonbinary omo #omo story

[pleasebegood]

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