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I lost control >.< I was trying to hold in the bath without using my hands :3 I was so desperate! it felt so good to let go (*^^*)

you'll have to forgive me leaning on the wall, it was that or use my crutch to make it easier :3 also please ignore any squelching sounds turns out my bath mat is very loud :3

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someone helping a person who is tied up to a chair piss by reaching into their pants and trying to find their dick, but they’re too shy to look at what they’re doing so they’re just digging around in their fly and the tied up person is trying not to get hard because the other person keeps accidentally rubbing against the tip of their dick, and the tied up person also keeps whining because they really can’t hold it in much longer and they really don’t wanna accidentally piss on the other person’s hand.

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Thinking about a finishing/etiquette school for college-age students with a heavy focus on abstinence and self-control. The bedroom doors in the dormitory are locked at 8pm and not opened until 6am to stop you from sneaking out or sneaking lovers in. But that also means that there's no chance to go to the bathroom for 10 hours overnight, and by the time 6:00 comes around, so many students are rushing to the one or two available bathrooms with a bladder that's been filling all night, frantically trying not to potty dance or hold themselves while they wait in line because such undignified acts will be strictly punished.

Waking up in the middle of the night desperate and not being able to do anything about it for hours, squirming in bed, hands shoved between your legs, unable to go back to sleep because you have to go so bad. Knowing things will only get worse if you wet the bed, so you have no choice but to try and hold it. By the time the door is unlocked at 6, your bladder is so heavy and bulging that you can barely walk, every step jostling it and making you clench your muscles as hard as you can against the few drops that are escaping. In such a condition, it takes you longer than usual to make it to the bathroom, and by the time you get there, you're at the very end of the line, ten other people in front of you, some of them just as desperate as you are. Having to stand there and pretend nothing's wrong while anyone who looks at you can see the protruding bulge in your lower abdomen, proof of just how much you're holding inside, tears gathering in your eyes from the struggle of holding back.

Or maybe classes start at 6:30am sharp, no exceptions, so sometimes the couple of people at the back of the line don't even get a chance to go. Having to suck it up and hold it all through the first class, bladder begging to release a night's worth of pee, not even able to focus on the lecture because all your can think about is not humiliating yourself by having it all leak out in front of the whole class. You just have to hope that you'll be able to make it to a bathroom in between your first and second classes, have to hope that other people don't get there first.

There are never enough toilets for the number of students, and the time between classes is short, so some people inevitably don't get the chance and are forced to hold it until the next break. Even worse if you already didn't get a chance last break, and now you're begging the people in front of you in line to have mercy and let you go, knowing there's no chance of you keeping it all in through yet another class period. Maybe somebody is kind and lets you go, but now they have to hold their overfull bladder another two hours. Or maybe no one can afford to skip their turn, and you have no choice, walking to your next class, feeling little leaks escape every step you take. It's a losing battle, and there's no pity no matter how long it's been since you've last been able to go. You're just supposed to hold it.

The most merciful punishment is a sharp caning. Sometimes you're locked in your room starting earlier in the evening for a night or two, forcing you to hold it ever longer overnight. Sometimes they make an example of you and make you stand in front of the class while you drink liters of liquids, feeling all the other students' eyes on you as your bladder swells and you tremble, forced to hold it until you inevitably burst and wet yourself right in front of everyone. You can change your clothes, but you're not allowed another bathroom break all day, the rest of what you drank still trickling into your exhausted bladder. Maybe you wet yourself again. Maybe twice more. Everyone making fun of and laughing at you, secretly just relieved it's not them.

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today’s omo thought is waiting-in-line-for-the-bathroom omo, because I haven’t been able to get it out of my head all the different postures people in the line have as they hold, hunched over, casual, legs pressed together, full-on potty dance. Somebody begging to cut, being denied, or being allowed, only spelling out doom for the bladder(s) behind them. Somebody already dribbling into their underwear rushing to the restrooms only to see the existing line of desperate people and knowing there’s no chance they’ll make it… it’s all so great

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Omorashi story

cw: omorashi, orgasm denial

Lily and her girl friend, Alyssa, are playing a game. Lily had been drinking a lot and was not allowed to pee. If she could hold it for a few hours, she won and could have an orgasm (which she had not had in about a week, and she was desperate for it), but if she peed, she would have to watch Alyssa pleasure herself, without being allowed to even touch herself.

Lily was in the home stretch. About 20 minutes left. She was grabbing at her crotch and squirming desperately. She prayed that she wouldn't pee. Her hands hurt from how hard she was squeezing her legs together. She bounced on her hand trying to hold. Soon she felt a trickle. She let out a little gasp. She grabbed herself even harder and stopped it. Soon she was leaking again. She couldn't stop it. Her jeans slowly got covered in pee and Alyssa laughed and grabbed the vibrator. She made lily sit in her wet clothes as she watched her naked girlfriend use the vibrator. Alyssa was loud and exaggerated, teasing Lily. Lily let out little squeaks as she tried not to hump her chair. Finally Alyssa came and Lily was practically crying from her desperation for an orgasm.

"Aw, poor baby" Alyssa smirks

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Omo Tumblr has the BEST ideas, I just wish SO BADLY that the Omo videos I find can encapsulate even a fraction of them.

Its always like 5 seconds of squirming with just peeing. I want the build up. The torment. I want someone CONTROLLING a bladder. I want someone pissing through a desperate person's legs while they're forced to hold, I want to see the struggle, the pleading.

So much of it is just 30 second videos, or so painfully obviously staged and badly acted that I can't even stand it. Where's all the quality 😭😭 Or its all just actual porn where the woman squirts at the end. It's all so boring 😭😭😭

Bless you Omo Tumblr for the food. I have my select few Omo video creators I always go back to and I love bit I really wish there was more variety and ESPECIALLY about control.

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Thinking about being with guy and we are both bursting to pee so we walk into an alley and he unzips his pants and as soon as he pulls his cock out he sprays the ground with piss. But I'm just standing there squirming with my hands in my crotch while watching this because I'm too scared that squatting will still get piss on my pants. So I have to keep holding it even as he loudly relieves himself in front of me.

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The neighbors were outside, and halfway through wetting, it started coming out in loudly hissing spurts. Couldn’t help but moan a little as I let it all out, then rocked back and forth for a few seconds right at the end because my pussy was pulsing. Also I accidentally filmed this for 6 minutes so it’s probably the longest video I’ve ever made. Will post the rest of the jeans wetting, then the nude skirt piss, and finally this one on my XT.

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The idea of someone being so desperate to piss that they can't get their cock out in time is literally killing me today 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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Just a short clip from the other night

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Oh boy have I got a scenario for you…

You’re hiking in the woods for hours on a date, and, though you don’t know it, he’s too proud to admit he has to pee and doesn’t want to go outside. Even when you stopped to take a pee break he asserted that he didn’t have to go (even though you’ve both been drinking a lot of water) and just stood and waited for you to finish before continuing back on the hike. Now he seems a bit fidgety, and at first you chalk it up to nerves or something, but you eventually get a sneaking suspicion and ask him if he wants to take a break. He shakes his head, maybe blushing a bit, saying he still doesn’t need to go. You shrug and keep walking. After maybe another thirty minutes to an hour, that’s when you notice… he stops walking beside you, and you suddenly hear the quiet trickling sound of piss landing on the forested ground. You turn and look to see him standing there, mortified, as he has an accident; he thought he could hold it for the whole hike, but was sorely mistaken. You just have to sigh and wait for him to finish up wetting his pants, and when he’s done you reprimand him for not going earlier; for letting his desperation get to the point of not being able to hold it in anymore. He just looks down and embarrassedly explains that he hates peeing outside and thought the hike would be a bit shorter than this… Perhaps he should have realized that all this walking and drinking water would make him really have to piss. You sigh again and tell him that what’s done is done. Now you have to help him get back to the trailhead without any other hikers on this popular trail noticing the embarrassing stain on his jeans…

I think I have a thing for the idea of helping a guy after he’s had an accident hehe

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My biggest secret is that I like to let out a little leak when I’m about to go to the bathroom. I’ll just be in the bathroom laying down toilet paper ready to go practically bursting and just leak in my pants just a little so no one will see >< then I like jumping up and grabbing myself as if it was an accident but really I just like embarrassing myself. 😵‍💫

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i need to be pushed past even this point.

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thinking about a guy who starts out not being into omo, but for some reason he finds himself not able to use the bathroom for extended periods of time and he finds that masturbating helps him him hold it.

soon he conditions himself to get hard whenever he has to piss, even if there is a toilet readily available. maybe he's sitting at work, desperate to relieve himself but he doesn't want to get up and do the walk of shame to the restrooms for fear of his coworkers noticing his erection. maybe he does get to the bathroom but with how hard he is, nothing will come out unless he cums first, and there is someone in another stall who would hear him. so he just squeezes a faint stream, which does nothing to relieve the pressure in his bladder but taunt him, pulls his pants up, tucks himself in, and shuffles to his desk, still desperate.

maybe also his body starts associating orgasm with release, and now whenever he cums, even it he didn't need to pee that much, he finds his muscles involuntary unclenching and he pisses himself.

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Let me ramble about nature omorashi for a second cause this one scenario is genuinly so hot.

Imagine person a walking with person b on a long hike, maybe with no one around, and there’s not too long before they reach a bathroom, maybe 15-30 minutes. Person a has been holding for a long time but is convinced they can make it and person b just has to act like they believe that.

Person a is trying to hide how desperate they are and how much their having to do to hold it back. Their also much too shy to pee in a bush with b there so they just do their best to keep holding. Despite a’s efforts to hide how embarrassingly desperate they are it’s starting to get obvious now from all the squirming and grabbing at their crotch their doing. Person b may or may not be enjoying the show a is putting on but how should a know that? The further they walk the the more desperate a is becoming. A is also walking further behind b as they walk slower to try to hold back their piss filled bladder.

By this point b manages to convince a to walk faster and catch up, which totally isn’t just to see a struggle , obviously a keeps having to hold them self even more and is starting struggle so much worse than before, and is beginning to whine and breathe heavily because they can’t stop the leaking and they are so close to having a full blown accident now. B pretends to comfort a now by saying that they only have a few minutes left of the hike and if they both walk quicker a might make it in time even if though that’s very unlikely.

They both start speed walking but after only a few seconds a’s bladder gives up on them and they start to slowly begin leaking big spurts of pee while constantly trying to stop the stream but they just end up having a full blown accident as they are still walking and by the time the accidents over a is stood there above a puddle of their own piss in disbelief they couldn’t hold it for just a few more minutes and with this tears start forming in the corner of their eyes from the embarrassment.

B shows some fake sympathy towards a telling them they knew there was a good chance they wouldn’t make it anyways so they don’t need to be embarrassed about having an accident because it just happens sometimes and that a should really go earlier next time. A still looks mortified though and is holding back tears but b doesn’t care and thinks this is adorable and goes on to tell a they looked so pretty while they where all squirmy and desperate and it was really cute when they just couldn’t hold it anymore and lost control of their bladder despite all their efforts to hold back.

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Damp Dreams

Renie was really thirsty earlier. 

That was why they drank so much water, right? It must’ve been. They didn’t normally drink that much in one sitting, after all, and there were easily at least a dozen empty bottles in front of them. They must’ve gotten super thirsty and just downed them all one after another. It was a little odd that their stomach didn’t feel heavy with the weight of all of those drinks, though…

What did feel really heavy, however, was actually the area below their stomach. It felt like an overfilled water balloon was resting in their abdomen, sloshing slightly with each small movement. That was where all the water was, and it needed out. 

“O-oh, wow…” Renie murmured to themself. They didn’t think they’d ever had to go so badly before. It wasn’t just the occasional twinge or dull urge. This was a need. Their body was telling them they had to empty, and soon. Renie wasn’t inclined to disagree, especially after a particularly harsh urge sent their thighs slamming together. 

After withdrawing a shallow breath, Renie stood from their seat. They were in their bedroom sitting at their desk. They must’ve been absorbed in something on their laptop before their bladder interrupted them. They took a moment to glance around the space, stepping from foot to foot while they did so. Staying still wasn’t really an option. 

“Hm…” Something about their room looked…off. Was it emptier than usual? Or maybe fuller? Fuller. Full. Bladder was full. They winced as the ball of pressure contracted, causing them to bite their lip and bounce in place a bit. “Oookay- forget it.” They could figure out the mystery of their bedroom later. Preferably when they weren’t about to pop. 

With small, mincing steps, Renie made their way across the room and opened the door to the hallway. It must’ve been late because all the lights in the apartment were off. The darkened hall loomed before them, looking almost endless. This was odd. Renie had never been afraid of the dark before, but something about the hallway was unsettling them. They almost considered turning and walking back into their room when a wave of desperation hit. They whimpered and bounced on their heels once more, fighting the urge to hold themself. Even though they were alone at home holding themself like a child was a bit too embarrassing to bear. At least for now. If worse came to worse they supposed they’d bite the bullet- which would be soon if they didn’t get a move on. 

After one more wary glance down the hallway, Renie stepped out of their room and into the pitch darkness. Thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t far…or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. However, Renie found themself walking…and walking…and pausing to cross their legs and squirm a bit before walking some more. It felt like they’d been in the hallway for the better part of 10 minutes and yet they didn’t see the bathroom door anywhere in sight. 

A worried whimper escaped them as they danced in place and looked around. What in the world was going on? Their apartment certainly wasn’t this big. Their bladder angrily contracted once more, and they squeezed their eyes shut to prevent a leak. 

When they opened their eyes again, salvation was suddenly in front them. The bathroom door they’d been walking for ages to find seemingly appeared on the wall. It was as if it’d been there the whole time. Odd...but whatever. Renie wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. With a relieved sigh, they opened the door and scampered in, eager to release the ocean inside of them. 

No such respite was granted, though. 

“What…? How!?” There were only urinals in this room. 

Now Renie knew something was wrong. This was supposed to be their bathroom, in the apartment they shared with their roommate! Neither Renie or the girl they shared the home with had any need for a urinal, much less six of them!

Before they could even begin to piece together whatever was going on, a urinal flushed. They looked over in bewilderment, watching the water bubble upwards before swirling back down the drain. It obviously did little to help Renie’s situation. They shivered as the imagery and sound reminded them of what they so desperately wanted to do. 

As the first urinal quieted down, the one next to it began to flush as well. And then the next, and the next, and the next. Renie was suddenly surrounded by a horrifyingly tempting symphony of splashing, trickling and sloshing. Their self control quickly cracked as their hands dove between their thighs to help hold back their flood. Renie’s eyes squeezed shut once more as they began to pant, trembling with the strain of keeping dry. They needed to go so badly, and the water was so loud, and all they could think about was how nice it would be to run to a toilet, sit down and let go…

“Ah!” Renie yelped as the dam broke. A fierce stream escaped them, gushing between their fingers and onto the floor below. Their control had fully broken. Their eyes filled with humiliated tears. They couldn’t believe it. Renie, a fully grown adult, had drank too much and was now wetting themself. 

And the worst part was that they didn’t even feel any better. 

Even as they stood there and soaked themself, the pressure in Renie’s bladder remained. If anything, it actually increased, causing a desperate whine to escape their throat. What the hell was going on? They were literally peeing! Why did they still have to go so bad?!

It wasn’t until Renie heard the faint sound of birdsong that they realized what was happening. Their hazel eyes shot open and Renie realized three very important things. One, they’d been dreaming while they slept through the night. Two, they were in their bed, not in the bathroom. Three, while the urinal filled room, endless hallway, and mountain of empty water bottles might’ve not been real, their need to piss definitely was. 

Renie shot upwards to a sitting position only to double back over immediately, squirming frantically as they held themself tight. “A-ah…” If they thought they had to go before, it was nothing compared to what they felt like then. Their bladder pulsed and ached like it never had before. Looking down, it actually seemed to be jutting out against their pajama shorts, so overfilled and swollen that their abdomen was distended. The very sight sent an excruciating urge through them, causing them to shudder and tears to well in their eyes. They had to go so badly…was this perhaps what that one student they came across on campus felt like? The one who they ran into in the library and later found pissing in the alleyway? Was this what he’d been feeling? 

If so, Renie could suddenly understand why he simply whipped himself out and went on the ground. The way he’d moaned when he released was a testament to how badly he’d needed the relief. Not that it hadn’t already been obvious from the pressure of his stream. 

“O-oh…” Thinking about that student was a horrible idea. The image of his piss splattering against the ground caused Renie’s bladder to lurch and squeeze. They gasped as a leak soaked into their pajamas. They were losing it and they hadn’t even tried to get out of bed yet. There was no way they’d be able to make it to the toilet. 

The toilet…the sound of those flushing urinals filled Renie’s mind and another leak escaped. This one was longer, causing a damp patch to appear on their shorts. It also gave them the tiniest, briefest taste of relief. The smallest amount of pressure from their bladder dissipated. 

That was all the convincing Renie needed. 

Their shoulders sagging, Renie moaned as they gave in. A quiet hiss filled their bedroom. The sheets underneath them quickly became soaked and laden with clear piss, pooling underneath their rear. The warmth of their puddle encased them as they panted, out of breath from trying so hard to hold on.

After what felt like ages, Renie’s stream ended. They sat in a large puddle of their own making, still a bit winded and their face burning from embarrassment. They couldn’t believe how warm they felt…especially where their hands still gripped themself. A moment or two passed before Renie experimentally rubbed the soaked fabric. A harsh shiver ran up their spine in response. Oh. Interesting. Now they understood why they were so flustered after catching that student in the alleyway.

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okay but hear me out, being fucked when you have to pee really bad and begging them to stop because you can’t hold it in any longer, only for them to fuck you harder until you end up peeing on them, just so they can embarrass you for it