two-birds-and-a-bush
a saucy fellow
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you can call me robin. 21, any pronouns except she/her please. nsfw sideblog I hope my mutuals never find
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 2 days ago
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the joy of peeing your pants just a little is truly unparallelled
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 2 days ago
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Something I don’t see often enough is someone continuing to struggle as they release. In videos they always freeze completely when they wet, but I wanna see someone continue to struggle, actively pushing their legs together and rapidly doing anything they can to stop it while the stream just won’t stop. That’s my take personally, but I’d love to hear your thoughts if you’re willing!
!!!! Omg yes!!!!!
Their body has already decided it's choice but, they're still trying desperately to keep it all in! They're shoving their hands between their legs, urine streaking through their fingers, and joining the rapidly growing puddle benefit them-
They know that what they're doing is fruitless, but there is still that small bit of them that thinks they have the amount of willpower and strength to fight against what's already happening.
Even when their bladder has fully emptied, they're still shifting and struggling in the cooling wetness of their own creation😌
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 2 days ago
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concept: i lock the bathrooms when i go to sleep. the key is around my neck. if you can get it without waking me up, you can go. or you can try to convince me that your bladder is really so important that i should get out of bed for it.
i have also locked the toilet seat shut in secret, with a different key. you can either find it or wake me up to ask where it is, and hope that i agree that you need to pee desperately enough to tell you. and hope that i haven't hidden it in an ice cube again.
it's okay if you pee yourself, you'll just lose clothing privileges for whatever gets wet. when you're done rinsing your pee soaked bottoms and hanging them up to dry, you can just come cuddle with me in bed. im very cuddly. and you won't need to get up and pee again until i wake up properly, so you can just stay under the covers.
you'll only be in trouble if you pee on me in bed, and even then, just a spanking and some more training for your bladder. it won't be so bad. you'll learn to hold it eventually.
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 2 days ago
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thinking about flying on a plane with my owner, and they don't let me use the human bathroom at the airport but instead they take me to the animal relief area and make me raise my leg and piddle in the fake grass in front of everyone... I'm so humiliated that I barely manage a trickle before clamming up, but then we have to board the plane where there's no bathroom for pups like me and my owner says I'd better be able to hold it for the whole five hour flight, and by the time we finally land I have to piddle so badly I barely make it to the animal relief area and don't care who's watching me as I let loose a spray of piss all over the fake hydrant and grass, and my owner pets my head and praises me for being such a good obedient pup
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 5 days ago
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thinking about having a partner who just uses me as a toilet throughout the day... whenever they have to go they just come over to me, pull their pants down, and start peeing on my lap or my leg or my shirt. no fanfare, no leadup, I am just their toilet and that's all I'm good for.
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 6 days ago
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hehehehe... it took a lot of intentional bending backwards with a tight belt to put pressure on my bladder and a liiittle bit of fudging it (not quite giving 100% in trying to hold myself) but I did indeed soak my jeans. possible video coming tomorrow we'll see
in that sudden random desperation that comes on when you've been absorbed in a task for so long you haven't been paying attention to your bodily needs... tempted to hold it till I burst but it is also 1am
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 6 days ago
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alrighty well, I'm in the bathroom with a litre and a half of water in my system (and a bunch of salt, not making the mistake of overhydration this time) and a belt pulled to the tightest it can go. I definitely gotta go pretty badly (clenching really tightly and stepping from foot to foot/crossing my legs a lot) but not sure if it's bad enough to make myself lose control within a decent time... I'm gonna brush my teeth and wash my face and then give myself like another 15min before I call it a night regardless
in that sudden random desperation that comes on when you've been absorbed in a task for so long you haven't been paying attention to your bodily needs... tempted to hold it till I burst but it is also 1am
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 6 days ago
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well a problem has come up in the form of me needing to shit and I'm really not into scat... I'll see how it goes but with the late hour and everything I might have to call this one off
in that sudden random desperation that comes on when you've been absorbed in a task for so long you haven't been paying attention to your bodily needs... tempted to hold it till I burst but it is also 1am
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 6 days ago
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I guess I do still need to do physio exercises and journal and all that nonsense so I'm gonna be staying up awhile longer regardless... may as well chug some water first
in that sudden random desperation that comes on when you've been absorbed in a task for so long you haven't been paying attention to your bodily needs... tempted to hold it till I burst but it is also 1am
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 6 days ago
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in that sudden random desperation that comes on when you've been absorbed in a task for so long you haven't been paying attention to your bodily needs... tempted to hold it till I burst but it is also 1am
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 7 days ago
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you smile as you watch him from your vantage point on the couch. the bulge of his diaper is visible under the size-larger-than-usual jeans he's wearing, and it's shifting quite a bit under his pants as he steps from foot to foot while he searches for something on the bookshelf. you're sure he's trying to be subtle, but you know exactly what's going on, and it's turning you on like nothing else.
finally he selects a book and settles down on the couch next to you, a pained expression twisting his face. you smile and put your hand on his knee, casually pulling his legs open, which of course causes him to whine and slam them shut again. you smile. "something wrong, baby? you look a little tense."
"it's nothing," he mutters, jiggling his leg.
you decide to drop the matter, knowing that the longer you can spin this out, the more delicious the end results will be. he opens his book and you go back to scrolling on your phone, watching him out of the corner of your eye the whole time. he's squirming more and more; he must know he's being wildly obvious about the problem at this point, but he's still too shy to say anything directly. you can't help but notice that he's barely turned a page in the time since he's sat down, and he's bouncing his leg constantly, occasionally letting out a whimper and pressing his legs even tighter together as an especially strong urge seems to hit him. you're rubbing your legs together too, barely resisting the urge to slip your own hand into your pants at the sight of his desperation.
it's more this than anything that leads you to push the game further. "hey babe, could you get me a glass of water?"
he gives you a desperate look, but he can't deny the request without giving up his secret. slowly, as if every move pains him, he puts down the book and stands up, wincing as the inevitable surge of desperation hits him. with small steps, he shuffles to the kitchen, occasionally pausing to bounce in place a little, and you watch gleefully as he takes a glass out of the cupboard and reluctantly makes his way to the sink. as he turns his back to you to turn on the tap, you slip a hand between your own legs and start teasing yourself over your pants, biting your lip to mute your own moan when he starts frantically dancing from foot to foot as the sound of the running water hits his ears. he hurries back to you and hands you the glass, then jams both hands between his legs with a whine.
you take only a sip before pretending to finally notice his distress. "are you sure you're okay, honey? it really seems like something's wrong. you can tell me, you know."
he shakes his head, stubbornly pressing his knees together. "I'm fine!"
"well, alright," you say. "you know, I'm not actually that thirsty after all. do you want the rest of this water?"
his eyes flare with panic. "no, I'm okay--"
"you need to make sure you're hydrated, baby. when's the last time you drank something?"
"I-- I don't know--"
"see, that just means you need to drink more. come on, drink up." you press the glass into his hand, and he takes one reluctant sip before he stops to bend forward and squeeze his legs together, pushing the glass back at you so he can use both his hands to hold himself again. "I-I'm sorry, I can't!"
you prop your chin on your hand and smile sweetly at him. "and why would that be, baby?"
"because-- because I need to pee!" he cries, and the words are music to your ears (and your lower regions too). with this admission he doubles down on the potty dance, hopping frantically from foot to foot, alternately crossing one leg over the other as he whines in pure desperation.
"oh, baby," you croon in mock sympathy. "it's okay, you've got your diaper on. come and sit in my lap, and just try to relax. you can pee in your diaper, it's okay."
he shuffles over and positions himself in your lap, whining as he bucks his hips against yours to help him hold. the friction is too much for you to keep your composure anymore; you groan into his shoulder as you grab his hips, pulling him closer to you and grinding against him. he moans, though you can't tell if it's due to desperation or arousal.
"let go, baby," you murmur, as he pulls back to grab the front of his pants and whimpers. "just let go. it's okay."
"I--I can't--"
"you can, baby. you're wearing a diaper, it will hold all your pee. just relax, let it alllll flow out, soak that nice thick diaper--"
he gasps, and you hear a spurt of pee shoot out before he frantically presses into you to stop the flow, holding himself even tighter, and god, you thought you were turned on before. "no, I mean, I really can't-- I--"
you raise an eyebrow. this sounds new, not a part of play you were expecting. is something genuinely wrong?
"I-I-I," he blushes, and uses his free hand to cover his eyes, "I, I already used my diaper earlier, and I was too embarrassed to tell you, so now it's already full and I... I need a new one right now!"
"oh g-god," you manage as the full scope of the situation hits you and you thrust your hips into his, swept off your feet with lust by the knowledge that he might actually be about to wet through his pants if you don't do something quickly. "oh, baby, I," you grit your teeth and force yourself to go back into your role, "I've gotta get you changed right now then. come on, come with me."
he hops off your lap, dancing, both hands jammed between his legs, and runs in front of you to the bedroom where you keep your supplies, whimpering as the first spurts start to leak out of his diaper and wet the thighs of his pants. "I can't, I can't, it's coming out, I can't..."
"you can, baby, you can," you gasp as you dig through the drawers for a fresh diaper and whip his changing pad onto the ground. he steps onto it, dancing desperately. "just lie down for me and I'll get you a fresh diaper to pee in. you're so close, baby, just lie down."
he whines and clutches himself, thighs clamped together, eyes screwed shut with effort as he lowers himself down onto the mat. you kneel down next to him and start undoing the buttons of his jeans, but his hands are in the way, and he whimpers when you try to move them away. "baby, I'm going to need you to move your hands if you want me to change you."
"I can't, I can't, I need to pee so bad--"
"hold it," you say, as you grab his wrists and move his hands away, going back to undoing his jeans as fast as you can. he shoves his hands into the front of his diaper to hold himself anew, but despite his best efforts the leak on his pants is getting bigger, and just as you get his pants open and start undoing a tab on his diaper he gasps. "it's coming out, it's coming out, it's-- it's--"
"hold it, baby--"
"I can't," and that's when you hear hissing as his poor overstretched bladder empties into his soaked diaper, which of course starts leaking into his pants almost immediately. you groan at the sight of his pee overflowing the diaper, and pull the sodden diaper off as you lay yourself next to him, pulling his body over yours so his pee streams onto your pants, soaking you as well as him. "just pee on me, baby, let it all out. good boy. good boy, good baby, you did so good trying to hold it for me. just go ahead and pee."
his lips find yours, and he's still peeing as your hands roam freely over one another's bodies, humping and grinding against each other among the puddles and soaked clothing and diapers.
diapered bf who is new to using them in front of you getting increasingly squirmy and obviously potty dancing, but when you try to get him to relax he just gets more and more upset until he finally has to admit that he used his diaper earlier and was too embarrassed to tell you, so he needs a new one right now
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 12 days ago
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your majesty an envoy just arrived. yuri nation comes bearing gifts - 50 monster pipeline punches, 10 liters of spring water, 5 iced coffee drinks, 8 casks of cranberry juice, and thejewel of their collection: a cold dr pepper. however, this caravan comes with a stipulation - yuri nations messengers say all this is for your lips only, and that you must drink it all in 3 days. shall i send them away, my lady?
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 12 days ago
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Omorashi-specific porn studio. The pay is excellent but there's only one single-occupancy bathroom in the back and it's kept locked. Everyone has to drink two liters in the first hour they're there. Then it's off to hair and makeup while your bladder keeps swelling.
There are pay bonuses for every extra half liter you drink. They also measure around the circumference of your lower abdomen before you start drinking and then pay more for every cm your bladder bulges. The extra money is too good to refuse. Everyone pushes themself to their absolute breaking point.
If they're not ready for your scene yet, you have to wait in the greenroom. They're behind schedule and there are quite a few other actors waiting, too. Lots of squirming, tightly-crossed legs, hands shoved into their crotch, little moans of desperation. If you wet yourself before your scene, you get sent home without pay, and it was all for nothing.
If you're lucky, your scene is a quick "squirm a bit and then let go" one. If you're not so lucky, you get tormented in front of the camera. Running water, your scene partner poking and prodding and tickling your aching bladder, full-bladder sex where you're not supposed to explode until the end. Maybe you get to the moment you're supposed to be allowed to let go but they want to shoot the whole beginning again from a different angle. You potty dance like your life depends on it while they rearrange the cameras. You can't leak yet or there will be continuity errors, and then you'll be out of the job.
Filming again, and finally, finally being allowed to go--it starts to gush out and they call "cut." You have to stop the flow immediately, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from how much it hurts to clench off the stream. They set up a close-up camera between your thighs while you tremble from the effort of keeping it in.
When you really are allowed to let it all out, it's orgasmic. Everything twitches and pulses and lets go. They film you panting and moaning from the release. Then it's a wrap, so you get to clean up, and they hand you a very sizeable paycheck.
But hey: they'll triple it if you come back tomorrow.
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 12 days ago
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GLaDOS tries to set up an omorashi scene with Chel, but Chel ruins it by just whipping her cock out and pissing in front of the sentries with zero shame
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 14 days ago
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I completely wet myself on accident tonight. I was wearing a diaper, relaxing on the sofa and watching tv. I had nothing special planned, I just enjoyed wearing a diaper and feeling all soft and nice and protected. I kinda forgot to drink water during the day (happens a lot 🙈) so I was filling up on water while lying there knowing I was protected and didn't have to worry about my bladder. A little while later a friend texted me and asked if we could talk. We decided on video chatting. At this point I was still dry and didn't really need to pee but I also had downed almost 2 litres of water over the last hour. I decided to leave my diaper on and just don't worry about it. Well...about an hour into our conversation I DID start to worry about it. By this point I had to pee really bad and I found it more and more hard to concentrate. I didn't even realise it getting so bad I just suddenly felt a wave of desperation wash over me and realised I was fanning my knees and twisting my legs under the table. I didn't want to interrupt our conversation and tried really hard not to seem distracted but I also felt like I was going to explode any minute. I was running out of options quickly and I could feel my legs shaking and my bladder aching so I decided to slowly let go and wet my diaper as discreetly as possible. I never wet myself infront of other people before and even though my friend couldn't see what I was doing I felt scared. I slightly lifted my butt up from my chair and tried my best to keep my voice steady and my face calm while I tried to relax. To my surprise it was really hard to let go. I felt exposed and nervous and no matter how hard I tried nothing would come out. After a few seconds I gave up. I pulled one of my legs up and sat on it, pressing my heel hard against my pee hole and slightly grinding on it. It actually helped a little and I was able to distract myself for a few minutes from my immense need and focus on our conversation again. Then suddenly our call came to an end and I silently breathed a sigh of relieve. My bladder felt heavy and I still had to pee really bad but the feeling of urgency somehow had passed. I didn't feel like wetting my diaper so I decided to get up and take it of in the bathroom so I could use the toilet. I got up from my chair while taking a second to close a few windows on my pc and suddenly realised...that I was peeing. I didn't feel it happening at first and it genuinely took me a second to realise that the weird feeling in my diaper was the warm pee rushing out of me. It just kept coming, pulsing out of me in a steady, heavy stream. I was unable to stop it and completely unable to move. I just stood there in awe feeling my diaper grow heavy and warm and very wet. After a while I could feel my body relaxing and a wave of relieve. I didn't realise just HOW bad I had to go. I had pushed my bladder to the absolute max and now I could suddenly feel the tension leave my body. My diaper was starting to sack and I could feel little streams of pee trickling down my legs inside my jogging bottoms. I must have pressed the fabric too hard when I had been squirming earlier and it came loose. I still couldn't move and I was somehow still peeing a heavy, warm stream while listening to little pee drops falling down onto the floor. It felt like eternity before it finally stopped and my bladder was all emptied out. I could feel pee sloshing around inside my diaper unable to get absorbed quickly enough. I veeery carefully waddled into the bathroom for a much needed change and had to clean up a very shameful unintended puddle on the living room floor afterwards. 🙈
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 18 days ago
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doin a thing w a dom today where i have to ask every time i want to pee for permission and uh. right now hes decided i have to wear multiple layers and every time i ask to pee he might decide to let me take a layer off before i pee. so thats. fun.
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two-birds-and-a-bush · 19 days ago
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still remembering how incredible this entire experience was. in the post-hold state of a weaker bladder than normal, but still with tons of water working its way through my system, meant that only about 15 minutes after I'd peed myself I was hit with the moderate urge to go again, which ratcheted up to "holy shit I have to PISS" incredibly fast, and I truly barely got my pants down over the laundry basket before I started peeing incredible amounts into it. and then pulling up my pyjama pants without wiping and feeling the last trickles of piss drip into them and dampen my thighs... and then about 20 minutes later I desperately had to piss AGAIN and got to repeat the entire experience. (and again awhile after that, and again, with somewhat longer stretches between desperate pees every time.) the desperation, the frequent peeing, the naughtiness of going somewhere I shouldn't have been.... 11/10 would do again in a heartbeat if I could get away with it (shared room 😔)
letting out every pee for the rest of the night into my laundry basket since it's already full of wet clothes and I'm doing laundry tomorrow... it feels so nice and naughty and it *is* convenient not having to walk down the hall to the bathroom
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