Bursting Bladder - Tumblr Posts

this is how to control someone’s bladder.

Aw, poor thing. You need to go so badly, don't you? Look at that round, swollen bulge in your abdomen. Your poor little bladder is just so full that it has nowhere else to go.

Would it hurt if I pressed on it? What if I just brushed my fingertips over it so lightly that it tickles your skin and confuses your body into trying to release? Or maybe I'll push the heel of my hand right into it, kneading it like a stress toy, squeezing and grabbing. Maybe I'll give it a nice, relaxing massage.

Oh no, you're not allowed to let go yet. Hold it.

It hurts? That's because you're not strong enough yet. You have to practice so you can get nice and full. How long have you been holding?

That's all? Come on now, you can do better than that. It would be such a disappointment if you were saying you can't hold it any longer than that. That's not what you're saying, is it? No, of course not. You're going to be good and hold.

thinking about emergency makeshift toilets and how hot they are…

being trapped in a room and really needing to go. all of a sudden, it’s too much and they need to go NOW. they glance around as it starts coming out in their pants, before finding a bucket, pulling their pants down and sighing in relief as the hot liquid pours through and out them and hisses into the bucket. the splattering of their piss fills the room as they whine in relief. reality sinks in as their stream tapers off and they flush a dark red as they realise they just pissed in a bucket like an animal.

hot as fuck.

When I first tell you I want you to ask permission before you go to the bathroom, you think it's about general control. You think it's about learning that you need to ask permission for even your body's most basic needs.

For the first two weeks, any time you ask, I say yes. It lulls you into a false sense of security. If I'm going to say yes every time, you don't need to worry, right? At first, you asked at the first sign of a twinge in your bladder, just in case, but now you've decided it's okay to wait until you naturally would head for the bathroom.

The next time you ask, I say no.

"No?"

I shake my head. Your brow furrows. Your bladder is full, but it's not that bad, you suppose. Uncomfortable but not painful. You shift in your seat, not used to having to hold it when the bathroom is right there, but in situations without easy access to a bathroom, you've definitely held worse. You squirm a little in your seat for the next hour until you gather up the courage to ask again. I say yes. You sigh in relief and go.

I let you get comfortable again. Too comfortable.

A week later, we're out running errands, and you don't like using the public bathrooms. It's hot, and you drink the full volume of your water bottle without thinking. In the car on the way home, you try to discreetly press your thighs together. You shouldn't have had so much to drink. The seatbelt is uncomfortably tight against your aching bladder.

The second we pull into the driveway, you immediately ask to go to the bathroom. Thinking--assuming--I'll say yes. Must be I understand what a dire situation it is? But I shake my head. Your eyes go wide.

"Please," you beg. "I have to go so badly. It's been four hours, and I had way too much to drink."

Too bad. Your steps on the way into the house are cautious and slow, not wanting to jostle your full bladder. You stand just inside the door, not sure what to do. You cross your legs. You barely make it fifteen minutes before asking again, but I won't let you. You let out a sob.

"I can't hold it," you plead. "Don't make me wet myself."

Another fifteen minutes, I tell you. Then you can go.

You squirm and shove a hand between your legs, unable to stay still, not used to holding so much. Your bladder screams for relief. Looking at the bathroom door makes it worse, but you stand right outside it anyway, knowing you're going to need to dash in as soon as possible once the fifteen minutes are up.

When the timer goes off, I tell you you can go. You race into the bathroom and slam the door. With the toilet in sight, your muscles quiver, a tiny leak escaping you as you desperately try to get your pants unbuttoned. Please please please. You finally get your pants down and sit down on the toilet in a rush, the pee gushing out of you into the bowl. You look down at your pants--you avoided a big mess, but your underwear is undeniably wet. You hide it in the back of the laundry pile, not willing to admit that you almost didn't make it.

You never know when I'm going to say no. Sometimes I make you drink a glass of water before bed and tell you you better not wake me up. When you wake up in the night with your bladder heavy, you'll just have to hold it. You toss and turn, trying to wait until morning. You cross your legs and wait for me to wake up. By the time I do, your bladder is hard and swollen. You run to the bathroom as soon as I let you.

One morning, I give you a choice. You get two bathroom breaks from now until tomorrow morning. You can relieve your desperate bladder now, but then you'll be stuck with only one chance to go for the rest of the day. You whimper and whine, already needing to go so badly, but you try to hold it. Throughout breakfast, your hips rock restlessly against the chair. The sound of the coffee pot dripping isn't helping. You barely make it to 10am before having to use one of your passes--but now you only have one more for the entire rest of the day.

I remind you to drink: you wouldn't want to get dehydrated. You want to save your last bathroom trip for before bed, but by 5pm, you know you're not going to make it. You ask to go right after dinner, but I make you wash the dishes first. You double-cross your legs and stick your butt out, squirming, the warm water on your hands making small drips escape despite your best efforts. Every so often, you have to stop and shove your wet hands between your legs, no time to dry them off first if you want to prevent a leak. You know it's a losing battle, but you try anyway, fighting your own body's basic instincts.

There are still two dishes left to wash when you feel the hot trickle down the inside of your thigh. Oh god, no. It takes you a few seconds to stop it. Putting your hands back in the water is torture, but you know your only hope is to finish the dishes and make it to the bathroom before your bladder bursts. You're dripping steadily now, your pants getting wetter and wetter as you frantically finish washing the last two dishes.

What a mess, I tell you. You show me the empty sink with tears gathering in your eyes. Fine, I say--go ahead.

You're already wetting yourself, but you run into the bathroom anyway, letting the rest out into the toilet.

You let out a cry of relief, but it's short-lived. No more bathroom breaks now until morning, and it's barely 7pm.

You're not going to make it, but you'll try.

mmmmmmmmmmmm-

Hey what if you made a schedule for when I was allowed to use the bathroom. Maybe you just made me sit next to you on the couch as I squirmed and pressed my thighs together. Perhaps you could slyly whisper in my ear “Aw.. do you have to go that bad? I’m sure you can last until your scheduled time … it’s only in 2 hours..” and I could beg and beg but you’d insist that the only ways I could relieve myself is to wet myself, wait the last 2 hours, or get a 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵…

You know.. what if..

Scenario-

Dom: “Baby girl do you need the bathroom before that meeting?”

Sub: “No, I don’t have to go”

Dom: “Ok, just remember we can’t leave until it’s over”

~During the meeting ~

Sub: *squirming around in seat*

Dom: “Don’t tell me you have to go already”

Sub: “I thought I wouldn’t have to by then”

Dom: “You are not getting up from that seat, there’s an hour left baby girl, hold it”

Sub: *Squirms more in seat, crossing legs* “I can’t hold it much longer”

Dom: “If you wet yourself right now, I will take you home and punish you for it”

Sub: *starts letting out droplets, then turns into a full stream, moans in relief*

Dom: *Looks over and sees the stream forming from your legs, gets up and takes you home*

~At home~

Dom: “I told you to hold it, you disobeyed me, now you’re getting punished”

Sub: “Oh god”

this photo is so hot holy shit~

i am about to fucking explode of piss dude

a very underused omo trope is the fake pee. someone absolutely desperate to pee, they can’t hold it any longer. so they’re told to pull down their pants, sit on the toilet, and do nothing. after about two minutes they’re told to get up, pull their pants up and move on.

and they’ll complain that “wait, i still need to pee!” no you don’t, you just peed. and you can’t lie to me and complain you need to go. you just peed. your bladder is empty. now go, you need to replenish all the liquid that you lost. <3

how did you get a picture of me?

umm.. literally me..? um..

ohhhh she really needed to go, what a messy spurt <3

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holy fuck my brain switched off half way through reading this

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)

i’m in love with this scenario someone do it to me >///<

what if i hypnotized you to connect your cock to your bladder

when your bladder is completely empty, you're fully soft. when you feel the first twinges of needing to pee, the blood begins to rush to your genitals. your cock starts to feel a bit heavier and makes a slight bulge against your pants. as your bladder fills, your cock continues to harden. by the time you would normally use the bathroom, you're half-hard and strangers are stealing glances at your pants tent. but here's the catch: if you want to pee, you're going to have to cum first.

if you go to the bathroom now, you'll stand in front of the toilet coaxing your cock to full hardness and stroking yourself until you manage to make yourself come. doesn't matter if you're in public– if you want to empty your bladder, you're going to have to masturbate and hope no one notices you pleasuring yourself in a public place. but look out: as soon as your cock finishes shooting cum, it'll start leaking piss, and your bladder will drain until it's fully empty whether you like it or not.

of course, if you don't want to masturbate in public like that, you can choose to hold it as you make your way back home. but the fuller your bladder gets and the more desperate you become, the harder your cock will get. when you start to feel the need to squirm or shift in place to hold it, your cock is fully hard and straining against your pants, the strangers that pass you by are scandalized by the obscenity. the tip of your penis rubs against your pants with every step you take, coaxing out drops of precum. but be careful not to have an orgasm, or you'll start uncontrollably peeing!

your cock throbs as your desperation reaches new heights on your journey back home. since you haven't cum yet, not a drop of pee leaks out of you– everything is locked inside until you orgasm, both types of release tied together, so no way to let off any of the pressure. you fan your legs, hunch over, and even grab your penis like a child, all the while your cock is unbearably hard and swollen, aching nearly to the point of pain. you're overwhelmed by the sensations of approaching both an accident and an orgasm.

you squirm and pant as your pleasure and need to pee start to crest. you feel your balls tighten and your bladder quiver, full to bursting but unable to release until you release your cum. you feel your bladder contract and grip your penis tight, managing to hold back the flood for a few more seconds. your your bladder contracts again, and you think you're about to wet yourself, but instead, you start to cum. your cock starts to helplessly shoot cum without any stimulation other than the friction of your pants and the desperate grip of your hands, kicking and throbbing in your pants in a humiliating explosion of pleasure. as soon as your orgasm starts to fade, your cock still fully hard, you feel your bladder drop and release. a rushing torrent of pee floods out of your still-twitching, still-throbbing cock, your crotch drenched with cum and pee. you pee uncontrollably until you're completely empty, the last few spurts trickling pathetically out of your softening penis.

you could try begging me to reverse the hypnosis, but do you really want to?

Girl omo be the best kind of omo. Like it’s just a turn on watching girls jumping around holding their crotch for dear life, like their life is on the line. 💕🤤

oh? what a shame, they don’t have any bathrooms here. you’ll just have to wait until we leave~

I need to pee. (With the intention of you telling me there’s no where to go so I’ll just have to wait)

Just need someone to tell me to not use the bathroom even when I can’t hold it anymore they still don’t let me go.

Just need someone to tell me to not use the bathroom even when I can’t hold it anymore they still don’t let me go.

Oh to have someone tease me about needing to go, deny me the toilet and remind me of how desperate I am. Just to tell me that I should hold it, that using the toilet is just a want and a privilege I don't get, I have to hold forever.

Why am I so lonely an have no one for this TvT (well I do but they have a different time zone so they're probably asleep rn lol)?

feel free to tease me in asks or dms

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her bladder capacity is insane! Everyone go tell her what a good girl she is for holding it that long :3

Holy fuck I gotta go.

Omg I need to try this some time...

I have my finger over my pee hole holding it in and I can feel it quivering and how close the pee is and it feels so good holding it so nothing can come out and I don't need to squirm as much but I can feel how tickly and desperate it is. Like if I let go I'll be a mess even holding it I can feel the trickles trying to come.

I'm holding over my panties and I swear they're getting warmer....

Losing my mind aahhhh (@_@;)

woke up thinking abt bending over to let someone release a morning pee into my belly @///@ and then they're immediately chugging more and a few hours later bending me over again to really make me feel the weight of their piss in my guts @///@ and they rub my poor noisy belly as it strains to hold it all... praising me for being a good toilet... and continuing to fill me up and make me feel stuffed with their piss all day... making my belly bulge and slosh and slowly swell throughout the day and they can tell me how good I look as a toilet as I moan and do my best to hold every last drop of their piss in me, trying to be the best toilet I can be for them... especially if I'm not allowed to piss myself, knowing that my bladder is getting larger and tighter with their piss, stuffing me to the limit in more than one way, becoming a good storage for all their piss, just the way a toilet should, especially as I lay back and let them rub my belly and bladder and do my best to keep it in all day long bc I wanna be full to the absolute brim of their piss... mmph pls it sounds so good @///@