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[omorashiect]

this is a real omorashi story (18+ only!)

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

he grinned.

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omo thought that’s been living rent free in my mind is a guy doing something at a desk and getting increasingly desperate but not allowing himself to tale a break before he’s finished whatever he’s working on. until he’s just desperately shifting in his seat, crossing his legs tights and grabbing himself as he struggles to focus on the task at hand. and it turns him on. the pressure in his lower belly feels so good, his cock is being squeezed between his legs every time he crosses and uncrosses them, every time he grabs himself he feels himself slowly growing hard despite his best efforts to push all urges down. he stops using his hands to hold because he desperately wants to stroke his cock now, but he’s still so desperate to piss he ends up just humping his pants to get any pressure on his dick to help hold back the flow. and his pants are growing tighter as he gets harder and that also feels so so so good. he muffles groans and moans into his hand as he tries to focus back on his work, but the second he focuses enough to read a single line of text he nearly loses control for a second and has to shove a hand between his legs and breath really hard. a few drops escape him, it doesn’t show though his pants yet but he can feel the texture of his underwear that clings closer to him now. rubbing against the head of his twitching dick. he fights though the urge and tries to read again, only to fully leak this time. it lasts a second but there’s now a wet patch showing. dizzy with need and incapable of thinking straight he continues like this for a little while, painstakingly doing tiny amounts of work while he shifts and moves in his chair, alternating between closing his legs tights and humping the air and fanning his legs. continuously leaking drops that turn into spurts until he can’t even pretend to be working and is just thrusting forward into the air as his sensitive twitching dick leaks pee and pre-cum all over the tented front of his pants, slowly losing control over his body and his mind to pleasure. he grips the desk tight and barely bites back a moan as he feels himself approaching the brink of control. his pace intensifies, his breathing gets erratic, spurts get longer until the chair is wet and there’s no denying he’s pissing himself, yet he still holds on because it feels so good. he’s seconds away from fully losing it, every leak is a little longer and feels so good, he feels the wave coming, the next urge that his exhausted muscles won’t be able to hold back.. and then it doesn’t. it doesn’t come out. instead a mind blowing orgasm hits him. he’s left gasping and shaking, fully dry humping his tight pants as he cums hands free inside them. it feels so fucking good he doesn’t even reach down to stroke himself through it, he just lets it wash over him , until his desperate thrusts feel overwhelming and the over sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the front of his wet, sticky pants makes me whine in overstimulation. immediately the urge to piss comes back ten times as strong and this time he really can’t hold it. he tries to, still reeling from his orgasm and brain fuzzy with pleasure m, but his exhausted body doesn’t last a minute before he’s losing it. a loud hissing sound hits the same spot cum stained his pants seconds ago. the relief itself feels orgasmic, his spent cock desperately twitching with each spurt, still half hard. aftershocks run through his body until he’s fully empty, which does take a minute because his exhausted muscles still try to lock up after having just cum despite not being strong enough to hold back anything. by the time the last drop leaves him, he’s back somewhere between shaking with relief and turned on beyond comprehension . he undoes his belt and pulls out his wet half hard cock with shaky hands. he furiously jerks off for less than ten strokes before a last spurt of pee escapes him and the sensation sends him over the edge again. he cums hard for second him all over himself and the floor this time.

as he lays his forehead against the desk in front of him to catch his breath he vaguely remembers he was meant to finish something work related.

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Letting him eat you out even though you really have to piss, feeling his tongue flick across your urethra, each one making it quiver.

It slowly gets harder and harder to stay in control, starting to dribble every now and then. Now you're begging him to let you go, saying that you don't want to make a mess despite feeling that tension building deep in your core, your thighs shaking. You start to get up, but he just pins your legs back, doubling down on his efforts like it's the last thing he'll ever do, and all you can do is squirm and whine helplessly.

Soon enough, another spurt escapes, and he keeps going, looking up at you with pure lust as he deliberately flicks his tongue just the right way to draw another out. You beg and protest one last time as you think you're about to lose it, but instead, a powerful orgasm rips through your whole body.

As soon as the waves subside, the urge intensifies tenfold, and you can no longer hold back. All that can be heard are your whines and moans, and the hiss of your stream splashing on the bed and his face, completely soaking the sheets.

Looks like there's gonna be a lot of laundry to do tonight...

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girl who needs to go potty so bad that she’s hunched over and grabbing her crotch with a white knuckle grip and she’s wiggling her bottom like a puppy… and a daddy who pats her butt and asks if she needs to potty and offers to help her hold it or put her in a diaper/pullup! ˃ 𖥦 ˂

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The torturous feeling you get when you have to keep your legs spread while holding your pee back with nothing but your muscles. Your legs are jiggling and thighs shaking with the want to close them but you don't or something keeps you from doing so. you squirm in your spot and moan and whimper as your hole quivers and throbs. it's so, so torturous. you could burst at any second and it's taking every inch of your muscles to hold back your pee. it's right at your hole. it's pulsating and twitching and throbbing. you could leak any second now. you're trying so hard to hold back even a single leak but you're spread so wide your little hole is starting to open up and...drip...drip...drip...that's the first leak of many~

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Some of my favorite omo things.

Characters who are really shy and won't speak up until they're actively about to have an accident.

Character A is stuck in traffic with character B and one (or both) of them need to pee.

When a character is still trying to hold it even when they've already almost soaked their pants.

MoAniNG in relief

Normally stoic characters turning into a blushing, panting mess when they need to go.

Being denied a bathroom.

Getting stuck in an elevator.

Characters who can't help but cry after they have an accident.

Post wetting comfort!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crotch grabbing.

Characters being forced to pee in a bottle because there's nothing else they can do.

When a character can't think about anything else other than their need.

Waiting in a long line for a bathroom.

Being desperate in public.

Wetting right in front of the toilet.

Shy characters who don't like using public bathrooms.

Bladder shy characters!!!!

Bladder rubbing.

Assisted peeing (bonus if it's two characters who don't like each other 🤭)

Wetting out of fear.

Wet spots.

A character denying they need to go even as they're actively peeing.

I'm not usually this active but there's a storm rolling in and it has me excited! I fucking love storms chat.

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god i need to be trained to piss myself on command. i need you to follow me to the bathroom every time i go for weeks, months, and say “good boy” over and over again while i’m going, never explaining why.

then, one day, we’re out shopping, and i mention that i need to go to the bathroom. you say sure, as long as i can finish your large drink first, and go to these few stores on the way. i agree and chug your drink, and you take your time in each store. the bathroom is in sight now, i’m struggling to walk without shaking and holding my crotch.

you stop. say, “hey. look at me.” i stop, turn to you, hands in fists at my sides. “what? let’s go!”

“come on, be a good boy.”

and then there’s a large wet patch blooming on my pants, a quiet hissing only we can hear, along with a puddle forming under my feet.

“guess you don’t need the bathroom anymore, huh?”

“fuck you.”

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36 so you pee in the shower?

Sometimes

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Bratty boys on the verge of pissing themselves snapping and blushing and tearing up because they were too embarrassed to bring up their need

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a girl who's bladder is so full it's about to burst. she's tied to a chair with her legs left spread wide and no clothes on. she squirms and tries her best to hold it but the ropes is putting pressure on her bladder. her pussy is throbbing from it and her hole aches as she tries to keep holding it. she whimpers and pants and moans, muttering an 'oh no' and squeaking as her hole spasms and a single droplet leaks out. she keeps trying to hold it but her hole keeps spasming and leaking. then she lets out a spurt and moans, trying to stop it. it weakens to a dribble for a moment before she spurt again. and again and again. she keeps trying to hold it back but soon she can't take it and she bursts, her pee spraying all over the floor as she moans in relief.

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yes, baby, i know your bladder is so full. i know how much you want to pee. but you need to cum again before i let you go. you can take it. come on. i'll pinch your urethra closed, don't worry, you won't leak. it hurts? that just means you're doing it well. spread your legs, sweetheart. let it in. you can be filled a little more.

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boys who so badly want to piss themselves. boys who are too embarrassed to admit how much they enjoy the feeling. boys who cry when you spread their legs and push on their bladder till the urine comes hissing out. boys who turn bright red when you ask them why they’re crying, when you both know how much they’re enjoying it?

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I need to be tortured with a padlock belt. I could not get my pants down even if I tried. Force me to drink water as you laugh at me struggling. Holding my crotch with dear life because I am about to piss myself. Dangle the key in my face to taunt me as I dance desperately. Put your hands on me to tease me. Make me piss myself

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Imagine taking someone to watch a movie

Getting them the extra large drink, watching the sip away and almost finish the whole thing less than an hour into the movie,

Getting them a refill before they can get up, they try to follow but you just *insist* they can't miss this scene.

When you come back they're practically bouncing, squirming in their seet.

"Can i--"

"No no, no wait for this scene to end!"

And the next scene, and the next. They try to get up, but you pull them into your lap.

"Please, I'm-"

"thirsty?"

You hold the soda up, reminding them they still gotta finish that one too.

By the time the movies over, they're bursting. But, oh god, the line.

"L-Let's just go,"

"But I thought you had to pee?"

You make them stand in the line. Ten minutes pass, you're about four people away ....

"You know what, you're right. This is taking forever."

"what?? But-but-"

You practically drag them outside while they pathetically whimper their spot in like quickly claimed.

You get them in the car, aking sure the seatbelt is properly adjusted, since they can't seem to do it themselves.

"T-Too tight," they whine against the security of the belt.

"It's nessisary, don't worry about it. You're grown you know this. Awh, honey, you're holding yourself so hard. Don't worry, it's just an eight minute drive home, as long as theirs no traffic."

Of course theirs traffic.

You get home twenty minutes later. They can't even make it to the front door, making it three steps before the floodgates break, leaving a huge wet spot on your patio and their pants/dress.

"Uh oh, looks like you still need some training..."

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wish i had the confidence to record myself bc i am a gold mine (😘) of “gamer girl forgets to go potty in between matches and gets desperate to pee while playing ranked” content

congrats loser you just got headshot by a cute girl squirming with a full bladder and rubbing her pussy with the controller!!!

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15 - Are there any words or phrases in omo that get you weak at the knees?

Not off the top of my head

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20 - What omo trope do you know is cliche or unrealistic, but you love anyway?

Car or wetting in the bathroom line