EXACTLYYYYY

EXACTLYYYYY

I NEED THEM CRYING, BEGGING, DESPERATE TO HOLD ON FOR JUST ONE MORE SECOND, TRYING TO CONTROL EVERY LEAK AND NEVER EVER WET THEMSELVES IF THEY CAN HELP IT (although they REALLY will not be able to hold it in). I NEED THEM DANGEROUSLY FULL, SO FULL THAT IT HURTS THEM, THEY’RE SUFFERING FROM HOW MUCH THEY HAVE TO GO.

When I read pee desperation, I don't want to see a character needing to pee. I want to see the character more desperate that they've ever been in their life, they're bladder so full it's almost bursting. I want them to suffer because of how bad they have to go, to feel impotent against a need so simple and so strong they can't believe it is really happening. I want the need to be so strong the character has to do everything in their power to hold it, they even have to remind themselves that they CAN NOT just let go, no matter how good would that feel. I don't care how it ends, but I want them fighting until the last second.

just a gentle reminder for all us folks who like to hold...

you're meant to be full ❤️ your bladder is meant to be at capacity, holding as much as it can, making you feel it so intensely

you're meant to hold it all in, as long as possible, and you know that because of how good it makes you feel~ every second you decide to hold longer because you enjoy it is a reminder...

make sure to stuff your bladder full and then keep holding ❤️

One fun omorashi game I sometimes play when I have to run errands or go out for just a few hours is to not use a bathroom until I get home. Of course, this can lead to some desperate situations where I still have some stops to make, and I feel like I'm racing my bladder to finish them before desperation turns into a genuine pee emergency. This morning I peed before going out, but I also had a lot to drink before leaving, and I also got coffee while I was out because, well, reasons. I thought I was okay leaving my second-to-last stop, but once I got back in my car I started needing to squirm in my seat and hold myself. I made it to my last stop and got what I needed to, but by the time I was back in my car, it had become an emergency, and I was bouncing in my seat saying to myself don't pee your pants, you're almost home, don't pee your pants. I very nearly leaked while parking my car, and after parking I took a few seconds to gather up everything so I would only have to make one trip inside. That delay cost me, because between getting out of my car with my hands full, then having to close the door, I must have taken my mind off holding it for a split second. I felt a spurt of pee slip out, and it went straight through my underwear (bodysuit) and actually ran down my leg. It wasn't enough to be visible, but I knew I had to get to my door, unlock it, and make it inside as quickly as I could, because I knew I was moments away from having an accident. I was too frantically focused on making it inside to remember exactly if I leaked while unlocking my door, but I felt another spurt come out just after getting inside. I told myself I would just quickly set things down where they needed to go, then I would go to the bathroom before my pants had anything more than a few small, hard-to-notice wet spots. I didn't make it. I took an extra moment to look for something that I thought I might have left in my car, couldn't find it right away, and stopped looking to dash to the bathroom while holding myself and spurting into my pants. By the time I got to the toilet, I was having an accident. I tried for a second to unbuckle my belt, but it was too late. Pee was starting to gush into my pants and down my legs, and drops were falling onto the bathroom floor. I was peeing on the floor trying to get my already soaked jeans down, so I just accepted the fact that I was already having an accident, sat down on the toilet with my pants still on, and peed straight through them. I was relieved, but my jeans were soaked. I knew I needed to change, but first I wanted to post about what happened. So here I am, still wearing my pee-soaked jeans, finishing writing this post before I...(well, you know), rinse off, and pick out a fresh outfit 🥹😉😇💕

same!!

I just think that I should have my bladder control privileges taken away. I take it for granted, going to the bathroom when ever I want most of the time. I need to be made to really savor and treasure when I’m allowed to sit and relieve myself in the same place my betters get to pee… I’m a piss toy. A bladder holding, pee for brains slut. I’m made to drink as much as I am told and to whimper and shake from the effort of keeping my underwear dry. My bladder is literally meant to be a squish toy with built in crying sound effects. I am supposed to let my stomach bulge with water until I’m dripping down my legs consistently, creating an ever growing puddle that foreshadows the imminent collapse of my muscle function. I’m a water balloon for piss for anyone who wants to fill it and I’m never ever allowed to let it go until I burst

Just need someone to consistently tell me to drink more water and to stay hydrated… and then when I inevitably have to pee, deny me.

And when I start to whine and complain and beg, remind me that I asked for this.

That I’m a grown ass woman who should be able to hold her pee. And then tell me to go drink another 16 oz.

i wanna jerk off, anyone wanna tease me/degrade me/praise me (in asks/dms)? we can jerk off together~