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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.
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