Omo Scenario - Tumblr Posts
usually i’m not into complicated outfit omo all that much but an idea that’s been on my mind recently is a character who’s trying out a new style, and that style is a bit complicated (lots of layers/belts/ribbons/etc whatever), or maybe it’s their first time doing cosplay or something. whatever it is, they’re NOT used to dressing like that. they’re also the type to hold it for too long every time, but it’s never really been a big deal because they’re used to how they normally dress and can usually make it to the bathroom in time, even if it’s only by a few seconds
so they inevitably get crazy desperate and they do the usual song and dance, waiting until they can’t wait any longer and then hurrying to the bathroom, not at all thinking about how this outfit will affect it because this is what they do every time. and it’s not until they’re literally seconds away from relief that it hits them:
oh fuck, how do i get this outfit off?!?
(cue either ruining the outfit by tearing/breaking it in their hurry to get it off… or ruining it by peeing themselves. next time they’ll learn their lesson…)
need to massage a pretty boys bladder in a downward motion with him in my mouth, licking his urethral opening, humming on him. Want a good boy to let me take care of him. "it's OK puppy, sir just wants to help you. you don't want to hold it too long, right? it'll hurt, and I don't want my puppy to be in pain :(" I want to look him in the eyes, the uncertainty, the shame of passing in his owners mouth. i want to slowly encourage him to let go. it would start so innocent, rubbing his back with lotion "you look so stressed puppy, let sir massage your back" I'd make sure to press a little too hard on your lower back, pressing your full bladder into the mattress. I'd pretend not to notice all your squirming, just sit on your legs, holding them apart as I dig my fingers into your soft skin. when suddenly... you leak. your legs squeeze against mine, trying to close, trying to hide the wet spot in your boxers. "Aww puppy, is this why you were so squirmy tonight? here, let sir help you." You assume I just mean carrying you to the bathroom, treating you like a prince, but I instead grab your hips, flipping you onto your back. you leak again, more this time. your hands shoot to hold your crotch, desperately trying to stop the stream. I watch as you struggle to stop your stream, my eyes fixated on the growing wet spot. I peel your now soaked boxers from your hips and get between your thighs, holding your cock in my mouth, encouraging you to go "it's ok, puppy, let it out, be a good boy and give it to sir." I press my hands into your bladder, massaging you in a downward motion. squeezing your bladder, humming on your cock, you finally leak into my mouth. I moan, licking greedily at your opening. "Good boy, just like that, good puppy, let it all out," you give in relaxing your bladder, allowing yourself to piss into my mouth. I close my eyes, swallowing your mess. my hands press hard against your shrinking bladder, drawing a high-pitched moan from you. I lap at your opening as your stream slows to a stop. "Good boy, you did so good. such a good boy for sir" I lick you cock up and down licking up any remaining piss. "Didn't it feel better to listen to sir"
someone who is clearly about to piss themselves, squirmming, crossing their legs, desperately trying to hold it in. their partner asking them if they need to go, but them refusing to admit it all night.
their partner just watches them squirm, their urge getting worse as the time goes by.
they watch as their tdick desperately spurts warmth into their boxers.
thats it