#casual omo

[piss-ca]

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[chibiomo]

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.

[thejadecount]

TMNT AU COMPETITION MASTERPOST

Most AU Leos: Has killed a few guys, AngstyTeen™️, has hates/argues-with-splinter-and-Raph Syndrome

B.e.a.s.t.! Leo walking in, cracking jokes about how he and his brothers have been responsible for genociding an entire alien race: I’m about to ruin these guys careers

[darlingdarlingdontlookhere]

I have no idea where to find nonsexual omo friends but if you figure it out let me know cause I need some too SKSBDJKDKF -oopsallomo

DFKDJJFLKLDSLDD LOL if i manage i'll be sure to let yall know fkjgkngfsd

[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

40 omorashi questions:

1 - What do you enjoy the most about omorashi & pee desperation? 2 - What do you like to see in the aftermath of an accident? 3 - Where's the most unusual or unique place you've peed? 4 - What kink pairs best with omorashi or pee desperation for you? 5 - Do you prefer being desperate to pee, or seeing others desperate? 6 - Do you have a strong bladder or a weak bladder? Large bladder, or small bladder? 7 - What was the longest time that you’ve ever held your bladder? And did you make it to the bathroom? 8 - Have you ever made someone else wet themselves? 9 - Do you have a favorite outfit for omorashi or wetting? 10 - What drink gets you the most desperate in a short amount of time? 11 - Do you prefer when people groan from relief, or whimper from embarrassment? 12 - Do you like tiny leaks, big gushing leaks, or no leaking at all? 13 - Do you prefer more extreme desperation with a 'just made it' ending, or mild desperation with wetting? 14 - How would you feel if you got caught peeing somewhere unusual? 15 - Are there any words or phrases in omo that get you weak at the knees? 16 - Name an under-appreciated omorashi trope. 17 - Name a kink you’re on the fence about, and explain why. 18 - What’s something you fantasize about, but would hate in real life? 19 - What type of porn does the world need more of? 20 - What omo trope do you know is cliche or unrealistic, but you love anyway? 21 - What's something you only see in animated porn or fictional erotica that you wish was possible in real life? 22 - How do you feel about fear wetting? 23 - How do you feel about bed-wetting? 24 - How do you feel about bathroom schedules or needing permission to pee? 25 - Do you like watersports/golden showers? 26 - When's the last time you were desperate to pee without meaning to be? 27 - When's the last time you didn't quite make it to the toilet? 28 - Have you ever peed outside or in public? 29 - Are you shy about your bladder needs, or are you open about peeing? 30 - What is the wildest pee fantasy you ever had that actually came true? 31 - Name one pee-related turn-on and one turn-off you have. 32 - Dramatic pee dance, or denying their desperation? 33 - Jeans wetting or skirt wetting? 34 - Athletic uniform or business uniform? 35 - Naked holding or cozy casual holding? 36 - Do you pee in the shower? 37 - Do you pee in the water when you go swimming? 38 - Do you or would you pee in front of a date or partner? 39 - Would you let a date or partner help you hold in your pee? 40 - Whats your safe-word?

send an ask - one number at a time! - if you want to know my answers. & always send a number to the person you reblog from! 💛

[glitteryruinsduck]

can we talk about masc lesbian omo?

I genuinely think that I’ve only seen this in one peice of Omo media. Imagine mascs that feel the responsibility to be like “the man” of realtionships and taking on the confident protective complex. That overly confident /need to impress/ cockiness faltering when she’s desperate to pee. Trying to act all casual about it but it’s obvious that she’s bursting. They always get so embarrassed about it too, like genuinely annoyed that you’d even ecuse them of such normal bodily function. When her normally steady and masculine body language and behaviorisms are suddenly weirdly closed off or when she’s at her breaking point and she is forced to move in uncharacteristically feminine ways (knees bent in, crossed legs, closed off bl) the messy way she sputters out how badly she needs to go all flustered and upset. Especially post wet stuff, like when she has lost and her carefully crafted ego has been shattered and her gf is trying to make her feel better </3 that stuff hits different.

[pisswitch04]

A very pared down list of 23 asks for anyone interested based on the 40 asks by @decaffeinatedgalaxyprince 🙃

1 - What do you enjoy the most about omorashi & pee desperation?

2 - What kink pairs best with omorashi or pee desperation for you?

3 - Do you prefer being desperate to pee, or seeing others desperate?

4 - Do you have a strong bladder or a weak bladder? Large bladder, or small bladder?

5 - Have you ever made someone else wet themselves?

6 - Do you have a favorite outfit for omorashi or wetting?

7 - What drink gets you the most desperate in a short amount of time?

8 - Do you prefer when people groan from relief, or whimper from embarrassment?

9 - Do you like tiny leaks, big gushing leaks, or no leaking at all?

10 - Do you prefer more extreme desperation with a 'just made it' ending, or mild desperation with wetting?

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

12 - Name an under-appreciated omorashi trope.

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

14 - How do you feel about bathroom schedules or needing permission to pee?

15 - When's the last time you were desperate to pee without meaning to be?

16 - When's the last time you didn't quite make it to the toilet?

17 - Have you ever peed outside or in public?

18 - Are you shy about your bladder needs, or are you open about peeing?

19 - Name one pee-related turn-on and one turn-off you have.

20 - Dramatic pee dance, or denying their desperation?

21 - Naked holding or cozy casual holding?

22 - Do you or would you pee in front of a date or partner?

23 - Would you let a date or partner help you hold in your pee?

[rashi-en]

you know what, I love the different types of omo holders, I do. But I also wanna hear about the different types of desperation that they're forced to deal with too, y'know?

Like, I've had holds where I couldn't stop squirming and my willpower was in the dust. I've had holds where I didn't know I was holding until I got back home and my body decided to just casually (forcibly) remind me of the sheer amount of stuff I drank that day. I've had holds where my muscles were too tight to expand and it was too painful to enjoy. I've had holds where my muscles were so loose that I didn't feel desperate at all, but I could feel my bladder hanging like an overfilled water balloon. I've had holds that I could easily ignore, and holds that filled my mind with alarm bells to the point where I couldn't focus at all. Holds that were far too hot for their own good, holds that were disappointing. Leaky holds and locked-up holds. I'm pretty sure I've cried over a hold at least once.

I love the coping mechanisms for dealing with a full bladder, but I also wanna hear about the bladder itself. Some coping mechanisms don't work with some forms of desperation, some forms of desperation change the form of coping. Multiple factors make a full bladder feel all those different ways. Two desperate people might feel very different forms of desperation. Describe the holder of course, but maybe also think about delving into the type of desperation they're feeling!

[homo-rashi]

public omo thoughts

I watch videos on twitter of people wetting themselves and sometimes it is in public, or an outdoor spaces and I always wondering like...Is the camera man wearing a backpack with spare clothes for the wetter?

Maybe they are just holding an ankle-length trench coat out of camera's view so the wetter can put it on after to hide the fact that they wet themself.

or

Do they really not care that people see them? Do they just casual walk back to the station and take the train home in their wet clothes? do people with so little shame really exist???

(yes. these are my thoughts while watching what I would classify as porn *yes, i'm a nerd*)

[cinnaomorashi]

im responsible for picking up my cousins after school and today, i decided to bring my husband along. i made sure to use the restroom at his house before we left since i have a small bladder 😓 we left and parked to wait, but 20 minutes in, i felt *super* uncomfortable.

i tried distracting myself by talking to my husband and painting my nails but i only managed to take the polish off until i couldnt stop squirming. he patronizingly asked if i had to pee and i scowled at him since it was obvious lol. but i tried to hold on. i had about 40/50 minutes until i was able to use the toilet at my house, but i literally struggled to hold it all.

true, i was casually sipping from my water, since hitting his vape and cart kept making my mouth dry, and being hydrated is good for you anyways. i just didn't expect it to get to me so soon. i literally used the toilet about thirty minutes prior.

thankfully the day before we stopped by mcdonalds and i accidentally forgot to throw away my small cup. i kept eyeing it as i was scrolling through tumblr to distract myself. it just.. didn't work. only about 10-20 minutes later i absolutely couldn't sit still. my legs were crossed tightly and i couldn't stop shaking. at this point my husband was scrolling through instagram, showing me videos that he *knows* i will laugh at. i did end up laughing at a couple of them, making me actually leak. i lightly hit him and told him to stop, even though i enjoy him teasing me.

the dampness of my panties started to drive me crazy and 45 minutes in, i grabbed the cup and jumped into the backseat. i struggled to pop the top off of the cup and to pull my pj shorts and panties down. i began to dribble and i almost panicked. there was hardly any room in the backseat for me to squat and pee, but i managed to sit myself up and position the cup underneath me.

the hissing was louder than the ac and music in the car, which embarrassed and turned me on at the same time. i trembled as i squatted over the cup, feeling the warmness through it. i actually moaned, just because i could. it felt *so* rewarding, even though i was only holding for about 45 minutes. i couldn't even make it to an hour. 😅

when i was finally done, my hand shook from how relieved i was, but i had to stop since the cup was filled to the brim. i carefully put the lid back on and passed it to my bf, feeling a couple drops spill onto my hand. i asked him to pour it out as i tried to clean myself up with tissues, then clean up any damp spots in the back. always keep a small, emergency car cleaning kit friends! it's soo helpful if u love omo just as much as u love driving.

i crawled up to the front seat and sighed. my husband turned to me and said, "you could've held it longer, sweetheart." of course, i sent him another glare since we both knew i clearly *couldn't*. but at the same time, i wondered how much longer i could *really* hold it, as if i didn't have the cup to go in. like running errands except i can't use the toilet until i get home, preferably with my husband in case things go wrong.

either way, i was glad that i still didn't have to pee anymore. an overwhelmed bladder and school traffic with a side of college game day traffic does not mix well with me.

long story short, don't hit ur nic/cart if u have a small bladder and have to wait a while to use the toilet (for those who don't smoke, vapes and carts make ur mouth dry, especially if u hit them back to back or hitting them for long periods of times). regardless, stay hydrated friends! water has so many benefits, but too much can be bad, so stay safe as well! <3

[omoracheese]

if you are comfortable with natlan characters can you do kinich and mualani omo headcanons 🙏

Thank you for the ask! Kinich and Mualani are my favourite Natlan characters, so I do have a few headcanons. Sorry for the long time replying tho, I struggled a bit to write them.

Mualani :

Big bladder, takes a lot of time to empty it

Doesn't leak much. One or two small leaks max, usually pees full force right away and couldn't stop if her life depended on it.

Doesn’t notice her need until it had already gotten pretty bad

Basically goes from feeling nothing to being completely desperate and minutes away from peeing herself

The fact that she’s often in the water, therefore being used to just let go whenever she needs to doesn’t really help when she’s on solid ground with no water near

When she does notice, cannot ignore the urge, and will try to find somewhere to go as soon as she realizes. If there are no bathroom, she would go for the first place where peeing would be acceptable. Sink? Fine. Potted plants? Sure. Outside, in plain view? Excellent. Would pee anywhere, doesn’t care if people are watching

Can and will continue chatting as she pees, sometimes even while maintaining eye contact and facing the person she’s talking to

Potty dance queen, doesn’t feel any shame in squirming for her life with both her hands between her thighs and bouncing on her heels

Very vocal about her need. Lots of whining, complains a lot if she can’t go for any reason

If she wets herself, would genuinely laugh it off and either forget about it or tell it as a funny story later on

Loud sighs of relief when she lets go

She’s probably peed a few times in the hot springs because she was too comfy to leave

When she’s on a tour with tourists, she would easily excuse herself. She’s a professional, so she would try to hold it for a bit, but would quickly give up.

If one of her friends gets desperate with her, she would do her best to help, but oh how much she would tease them afterwards. Not during it, tho, she’s been there before and it is not a pleasant experience.

Would comfort anyone, even someone she absolutely doesn’t know, with but not only telling the times when she wet herself, or the weirdest places she peed in with no shame and no care about all the people around that can hear.

Would talk about the weirdest places she peed in during casual conversation.

Kinich :

I’d think his bladder isn’t that small, but it’s probably not that big. I’d say he’s the one with the smallest bladder between the Natlan trio.

Kinda used to hold it during missions, but also used to notice the need early and go as soon as he can to avoid any ulterior troubles.

Leaks a lot before completely losing control

Since he’s good at evaluating costs, he’d rather avoid wetting himself, because damaging his reputation wouldn’t help with business, but if he really can't avoid it he’d prefer that rather than holding for too long and damaging his health. (Would also avoid wetting himself because Ajaw would be a dick)

Often pees ‘just in case’ before leaving for a mission to avoid being troubled during it

Boy has grown up in the mountains, so he has no trouble going outside. However, he isn’t really comfortable going inside. He’d rather avoid using an indoor bathroom if he can find a spot to pee outside.

When desperate, doesn’t really show it much. More static, probably fiddles with his accessories, shifts his weight from one foot to another, slightly swings one of his legs, tapping his foot… If sitting, would reposition himself often to put less pressure on his bladder.

Not vocal at all. Would probably click his tongue or let out some annoyed sighs.

If he needs to excuse himself, he would, however he wouldn’t explain himself unless he’s being asked directly.

If he needs to go, would not say it out loud unless he’s being asked directly.

If the one asking is Ajaw, would not answer. He probably wouldn’t let him know, because Ajaw is a little fucker and would use that to annoy him to hell. He won’t actively hide it, though, because he knows Ajaw would mock him even more.

When letting go, would let out a long, soft sigh.

When wetting, holds his breath until everything’s out. Would be very conscious about the fact that he's pissing in his pants.

Would not let go (more of less) on purpose unless there is no way he can't access to a bathroom or spot to pee in in time

While not pee-shy, definitely prefers to be alone to do his business. Usually doesn’t pee with people near, unless it’s someone he trusts or is familiar enough with. Peeing is a moment you're vulnerable, and he’s used to living in the wild.

Would pee in a container if he can avoid peeing his pants, doesn’t like it. There is also some limit to the objects he’d use. Wouldn’t pee in someone else’s things, unless they’re insisting a lot that he can use it, and he would repay them, in mora or favor.

If he ends up wetting himself, would definitely get embarrassed, but would try to not to show it too much.

Ajaw wouldn’t help, as he would 100% shout for all of Teyvat to hear, doing his utmost to mock him and humiliate him further. Would end up being on time out, but would think it worth it.

Fortunately for Kinich, Mualani is here to comfort him. Kachina would awkwardly try to comfort him too, and he’d be thankful for that. After some time though Mualani would probably tease him when in private

Mualani would also bother him while he’s peeing. At first, he would be quite embarrassed, but after a while he got used to it, and would even occasionally speak back

Also, his outfit?? The overall?? I’d love to imagine that sometimes he wears the top part too, zipped until the very top, and that he sometimes struggles to get the zipper down and the overall down in time, or that the zipper gets stuck…

[twinkleomorashi]

not to be like weird about it but my coworker was constantly talking to me about omo related things yesterday to the point where I was genuinely getting flustered at the shit they were saying and I can only hope they thought my face was so red from the laughter I was forcing to cover it up and nothing else 😭

Highlights included

- several minute long ramble where they debated the effectiveness of standing and moving around vs sitting and crossing their legs when desperate. Concluded sitting “was the best option right now”

- casually mentioning they wet themselves earlier in the week. Gave details unprompted.

- casually mentioning that they sometimes can’t tell if they need to pee or not so they press on their bladder. Demonstrated. Concluded they needed to pee.

Bonus: lamented about accidentally swiping left on a girl with a shirt that said “piss” on tinder. Called them their dream girl?? Said they also have a piss shirt????????

Like dude peace and love but you cannot do that to me!! Why are you telling ME all this?? I promise I’m not the person you wanna be telling this man. We aren’t even *like that* or anything but they can’t just say shit like that and expect me to not get kinda flustered about it 😭

[omnomnomdomcaps]

Upstream - Remastered - Pt. I

Reposting one of my favorites here, featuring the work of Bubblybuns, who you can find on JFF. Lots of magical regression, omo, wet and messy accidents, and diapers ahead!

Seems like this chapter specifically got throttled, so gonna try sans pics. All characters are over 18. All readers should be as well! ****

Chapter One: Troublemaker

It was the first day of senior year, and Vanessa was busy staring at herself in her bedroom mirror, struggling not to feel a certain sense of awe. 

The girl had nothing to compensate for - she was a fine student and a gifted athlete from a relatively stable home. Had it not been for her looks, she would have had no trouble pursuing an honest path. But that wasn’t something she had to worry about. 

Instead, she spent her free time gossiping, plotting, and taking selfies, intoxicated by the rush that popularity gave her. There was just something about seeing boys lose themselves at the sight of her, about girls bending over backwards for the privilege of being called her friend. And this year, now that she was eighteen and on top of the high school hierarchy, she would settle for no less than the title of queen. But of course, she knew she wouldn’t reach such heights from the comfort of her bed, so she fixed her hair and went on her way. 

Minutes later, she was at the grand double doors of her school’s entrance, arriving perfectly in sync with her two closest partners in crime. On her right came tall, red-headed Cassie, who always had the best gossip to tell. On her left came buxom Amber, the obligatory blonde of their clique, who prided herself as Vanessa’s enforcer. Marching in lock-step, they made their way in, and started down the hallway towards their lockers. 

“Senior year,” Amber said, half-celebrating, “we gonna run this place, V?”

“You know it,” Vanessa replied, without turning her head, “who’s gonna try and stop us?”

“Well, you know Heather,” Cassie chimed in, “who tried to spread those rumors about you last year?” 

“That bitch?” Vanessa was unamused. “Yeah, what’s she up to now?” 

“Well, word is she got together with Jack Kilmer over the summer.”

“What? How’d that happen?” Amber asked, shocked, while casually shoving a wayward freshman out of their path and onto the floor. 

“Who knows?” Cassie shrugged, “probably knew each other through family. But… I thought it might be a good opportunity to send a message.”

Vanessa was already laughing. “Oooh, love it. Jack’s been drooling over me since middle school. He’s on the swim team, too, so I know where to find him - thinking I’ll go pay him a visit Tuesday. Heather’s in band, right?” 

“Yep,” Cassie confirmed, “I think she plays- “

“Excuse me!?” Vanessa’s smile vanished instantly as the clique stopped at once in the hallway. Seated in front of them, in front of their lockers, was a small, slender girl they had never seen before, with a black dress, black headphones, and black hair tied in a long ponytail, reading a thick-looking hardcover book to herself. 

“Well, it looks like someone doesn’t know the rules around here,” Amber began, forcing the girl up by her collar into a standing position. 

“Do we have… do we have a new face I see?” Vanessa asked with her head tilted and brow furrowed, licking her teeth as she scanned the girl up and down. 

“Oh yes we do,” Cassie chimed in glibly, “a transfer, I believe, from… Salem High? Senior, but looks like not a very smart one, huh?”

“Oh, a new troublemaker here.” Vanessa crept closer to the new girl��s, holding a piercing stare until their faces almost touched. “What, did you get kicked out or something?”

The girl in black said nothing, turning away from Vanessa’s gaze and beginning to pack her book away into her backpack. 

“Hey!” Amber shoved the girl to the ground away from the clique’s lockers, causing her to spill her book and the contents of her open bag. “You show some respect to the queen!”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Cassie remarked, “I think there might be something wrong with this one. What do you think, V?”  

“Ooooh, I think I might know what the problem is,” Vanessa answered quickly, a cruel grin building on her face, “I think this one might not know how ta talk. ‘Cause I think this one might be a widdle baby.

“Is dat twoo, widdle baby?” Vanessa moved again towards the girl as she raised the volume on her impression, while a crowd of students began to gather and laugh. “Is you too dumb-dumb to know how to make talkies? Well, I’m sowwee, widdle baby, but we don’t wike widdle babies awound heah.

“So get the fuck out.” Vanessa’s tone shifted abruptly, and she kicked the girl’s book down the hallway. 

With that, Vanessa, Cassie, and Amber turned and moved in perfect harmony back towards their lockers, leaving the girl in black scrambling to collect her things, muttering what the clique could only assume were curses under her breath. 

That day, Vanessa felt no remorse, no regret, and no repercussions. She and her friends had delivered a loud and clear message to their school, and their fellow students made sure to cast them wide berths in the halls. It was an auspicious start to an ambitious year, and it placed the girls firmly atop the food chain, where they belonged. 

Meanwhile, a new batch of classes brought little in the way of surprise. Vanessa made her way comfortably through dull lectures and simple quizzes, settling quickly into a steady rhythm of doing just enough work to get the grades that colleges would want to see. The first weekend of the year passed by quickly and uneventfully, and soon enough Tuesday arrived, allowing Vanessa to focus on the things she actually cared about. 

Her plan proved to be perfect. Like clockwork, Jack finished his swim practice at 4:30, while his summer fling was off in her own club. Vanessa, who had been waiting near the gym entrance, met him with a flirty wink and a soft ‘hey’, and the boy did nothing to shy away. 

“Hey,” he said back with an overeager smile, “‘sup?”

 “Oh, I don’t know,” the girl murmured, holding a finger on her bottom lip as she fluttered her eyelids. “Whatcha up to?”

“Oh, I was just, uh, at swim practice, y’know. But I’m pretty free now.”

“Oh. Well then,” Vanessa said softly, walking slowly closer to her target, “I was thinking we could maybe hang out, then?”

Jack let out a dopey laugh as he struggled to maintain his composure. “Uhhh… what would you wanna do?”

“Well,” Vanessa placed a finger on the boy’s chest, “maybe… I WANNA PLAY WIF YOU!”

Vanessa’s hand shot up to cover her mouth as her face turned bright red. Where did that come from?

Jack, in turn, took several steps back, his dumb-jock eagerness turning to confusion and fear. “Uhhhhh... what?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the girl corrected herself quickly, “I was ummm… just, uh, making a joke. Yeah, sorry. Ummm, where were we?”

“Oh, ummm, you were just, you were just, uh-”

“HEE DA WAWA” 

Again, shock came over Vanessa as she blurted noises without any conscious thought. She stepped back away and tried to collect herself, but instead the noise simply came again.

“HEE DA WAWA”

Grasping her hands firmly over her mouth, the blushing girl saw no option other than to abort the mission and run. And run she did, all the way onto a bus and home. 

When she finally did arrive back, Vanessa scoured Instagram to make sense of any potential fallout from the day. No one, it seemed, had gossiped about what happened, and no one seemed to have overheard. Jack, fortunately, was too awkward when it came to such things to be blabbering about it, and Vanessa saw his shock and confusion as a sign that he wouldn’t want to be bringing it up. So the girl breathed a sigh of relief and went about her evening, trying her best to shake off the day’s events. 

Still, the girl lost sleep thinking about it. Why had she suddenly blurted out? What did she even say? 

There were no answers to be found, of course, and Vanessa came to school tired on Wednesday, struggling to maintain focus through her classes. Thursday was no better, and it was at her desk in homeroom that the girl finally gave in to the strain and dozed off. 

Without warning, the girl found herself on a boat - a small rowboat, it seemed, moving in the middle of what looked to be a wide river, with bright blue skies all around. 

Vanessa, with a paddle in her hand and nothing else to do, began to row, but the boat moved very slowly forward. And then, though she kept rowing, the boat ceased to move altogether. Finally, though at this point the girl was swinging her oar madly, the boat began to move unnaturally backwards, against the current, while an ethereal voice filled the air:

“Heed the waters

Trickle and flow

The tide is turning

Upstream you go.”  

Try as she might, the girl could not keep the boat from being pushed back by what felt like nothing more than a soft breeze. The small, wooden thing crashed violently against the river’s flow, and water began splashing in. Vanessa stood up in a feeble attempt to avoid it, but could only do so for so long. Soon, a gush found her, making its way to the girl’s shorts, striking her with a sensation that was wet, warm, and very real. 

Vanessa woke up with a soft gasp. The feeling she had in her dream had followed her into reality, and she realized quickly that she was wet. Quite wet, in fact - the puddle that had formed on her chair covered the whole back of her skirt, and was dripping from every corner onto the carpet beneath.  

The girl quickly looked around. She saw that there was still time in the homeroom period, and that a number of other students had taken the opportunity to nap through it. There was still a chance, she thought, to avoid humiliation, and she went for it. 

Vanessa tossed a magazine from her bag over the stain on her seat and bolted out the door, doing her best to keep her backside covered. Frantically, she ran to her locker and grabbed a spare set of clothes - a precaution against inadvertent matching with her friends - and scrambled over to the bathroom to change. With moments remaining before the period’s end, she finished putting on her dry clothes and breathed an exhausted sigh of relief. Disaster had been averted.

As she tried to collect herself in front of the bathroom mirror, Vanessa finally took a moment to try and process what had happened. Never in her life had she had an accident quite like that - why now? Was it somehow connected to her bizarre slip outside the gym? Was there someone slipping her drugs? Was she sick? Was she simply stressed?

Yet again, the girl came up short of making any sense of her situation, concluding only that she needed to remain vigilant, and, more importantly, she needed to remain awake. With that in mind, she rinsed her face in cold water and went about her day as best she could. 

That night, Vanessa found herself once again on the river, struggling to stay with the current. This time, she found herself in a storm, facing down dark clouds and lightning as far as she could see, while the same ethereal voice rang out through the gale:

“Heed the waters

Trickle and flow

The tide is turning

Upstream you go.”  

Winds and waves crashed down upon the girl, wrecking her boat and soaking her lower body. Yet again, she awoke with a start, and yet again she woke up wet.

It was 4:00 a.m. The girl was weary, but she managed to get her sheets into the wash without creating too much of a stir. When she was done, she went back to bed, able, mercifully, to sleep without interruption. 

But the dream repeated itself the next night, and again the next. Ever alert, Vanessa managed her way through the daytime - though a few late-week quizzes proved a struggle for the tired girl - but her repeated bedtime troubles wearied her. When the weekend came, Vanessa went to bed hoping that she might be able to finally sleep through the night. And she did. 

Unfortunately, she still woke up wet. This time, the feeling was cold and clammy. This time, it seemed that Vanessa had slept through her Saturday alarm, well into the late morning. And this time, worst of all, the girl knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the accident a secret, as she woke to the sight of her mother standing cross-armed in front of her. 

“Sweetie, have you been having some troubles lately?”

The tone was saccharine and condescending, completely unlike the way Vanessa was used to hearing her mother talk. But so many things were baffling the girl at this moment that she simply couldn’t process it. 

“I think maybe someone needs to be wearing a little protection, hmmm?”

“Ew, ew, gross, mom, no.” Vanessa was shocked at the question, but too groggy to express her emotion. 

“Are we sure? Because it looks like -”

“No, no, mom, please, I don’t know what’s been happening, but really, I don’t need anything.” Vanessa waved her mother away. The girl wasn’t sure if she believed her own words, but she was absolutely certain that she wanted to be done with the conversation. 

Thankfully, her mother dropped the subject, and Vanessa slowly changed and loaded laundry before heading to the family dining table for a wordless breakfast. 

“Excited about your college visit, honey?” Her mother asked, finally breaking the silence. 

“Oh, right.” Vanessa had completely forgotten about the planned visit. Somehow, she had been too preoccupied to think much about it. “Uh, I guess?”

It was Vanessa’s dream school, with a lush campus and a robust Greek life, and she was reminded of that as she started touring the grounds. Still, the girl found it difficult to muster enthusiasm, her mind drawn constantly to the bizarre events that colored her first few weeks of the semester. 

And then, a familiar, eerie voice began to play in Vanessa’s mind. 

Heed the waters… 

A chill ran down the girl’s spine and her eyes bulged wide. Without a second thought, she bolted from the tour group and towards the main buildings, while a pressure inside her built at an unnatural rate. 

Vanessa was scrambling, but she could already feel a trickle come out as she made her first few strides. Desperately, she tried to hold her muscles together as she honed in on her destination, but it seemed crushingly far away, and time seemed to be running out fast.

By the time she reached the center of the campus green, she could hold back no longer. The flow was unstoppable, pouring through the girl’s powder-blue jeans and onto the grass below. 

Defeated, Vanesssa stopped in her tracks and clasped her knees, panting, while tears began to mix with the sweat running down her cheeks. Around her, she could see college students pointing and whispering, though she recoiled to hide her face when a group of drunken frat boys started laughing and hollering. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it” would be Vanessa’s refrain on the car ride home, as she sat sulking in her sopping wet jeans, staring cross-armed out the passenger window. Her mother carried on with her uncharacteristic, patronizing sweet-talk, but it was the least of the girl’s worries now.

When she arrived home, Vanessa made her way upstairs to survey the damage. The girl sighed. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, as much as she hated to admit it, the thought crept in that her mother might be right:

If Vanessa was going to make it through the semester, she might need a little protection.

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[chuuvtw]

just curious, what do you think of desperation? do you like it or just wetting? :3

God I fucking love desperation 🔥🔥🔥

I always like wettings more when there's desperation leading up to it, I don't usually go for casual wettings.

Personally, I believe all omo is made better by some squirming/whimpering/crossing legs/grabbing etc...

It just adds to it :3

Honestly, I'm down for desperation that doesn't end with wetting as well (I just don't tend to draw that).

Like sombody just collapsing back onto the toilet with a massive sign of pleasure/relief as they finally get to go after holding on for so long is truly a work of art.

<3

[a-sweet-desperate-softie]

Being into omo is such a trip.

You could be having the worst day and then just kinda casually realize you have to pee and suddenly be like this is gonna be so great—now I can't wait to whimper/groan/convulse until I have an "accident" and wet my pants as a fully groan adult.

It's wild and I love it so much.

[naokki]

i’ve been working on a huge fic in these past months but my omo brain never lets me live and I don’t have time to write an actual omo fic so imma throw some thoughts and crawl back into my cave ok. don’t mind me

🥶 NSFW 🥶

Imagine a character out with friends in a bar of some sort. Probably a cheap one because my favs only go to questionable places. They’ve been having fun and a lot of drinks and, you already know where this is going, they have to use a bathroom at some point. But this person they met here seems really cool and the conversation is too interesting; they don’t want to excuse themselves just yet. Maybe they don’t want to break the seal too.

At some point, they feel like they can’t wait much longer and decide to go. They try to act casual and don’t ruin the atmosphere between them and the person they’ve been talking to, they say they’ll be back in a few but alas, their new acquaintance takes it as a hint and follows them to the restroom. “Weird, but ok,” character thinks, they’re too busy with a lot of things on their mind at the moment: they have to keep balance, do not stumble, and, preferably, do not piss themselves; the latest suddenly appears way harder now that they can’t focus on it alone.

They enter a stall, anticipating relief, and don’t even notice another person coming in with them until they turn the character around to kiss. It surprises them so much they nearly wet themselves, but a few moments later they realize that the other person not just want to have s€x with them; they think, the character wants it too. And now it’s really awkward because, well, they don’t really mind but… not right now.