Omo Wetting - Tumblr Posts

I want to abuse your bladder, i want to mindfuck you so hard it rewrites your very instincts. ill manipulate you into thinking you just cant use the toilet for real people. because youre not a real person silly! the toilet is for humans, youre a dumb puppy. a fuckdoll, toy, cumdump, or whatever i want you to be. so heres the plan. i keep you full and desperate every day now. when i do allow you to pee, its accompanied by physical punishment, to teach you the toilet is the bad place. then everytime youre bursting i allow you to piss anywhere but the toilet. the relief would be reward enough, but just to scramble your brains more im only going to let you orgasm while youre peeing, anywhere but the toilet.

soon youll be physically incapable of using a human toilet! imagine how humiliating it would be to be forced to hold it in public, or finding a bush to pee behind or maybe you just use youe friends shower and hope they dont notice.

so much opportunity

Final part of Part 1 to Omorashi Choices!!! Alas, poor Lily 🥺

Teased by the mysterious Patron's words, her resolve was depleting. Lily had such a full bladder with nowhere to go. But the woman who sent her drinks was so kind... so encouraging. She called her all sorts of things like a Good Girl, and cute... Lily was so embarrassed, and yet the reassurance made her feel okay in the end. With no other choice, the desperate Lily let her bladder burst with the help of the woman who sent her so many drinks.

Tagging! @c-omo @omoking1 @sssssecret @league-duo-isms @leaky-bunny @just-pee-for-me-thanks

But Fear Not!! I will be continuing my Interactive Omo Stories!! I have many more tropes to explore with other characters, ir sweet little Lily again! That's all up to you folks!

What did you guys all think of the little series? Anything to change up? I was just kinda figuring it out as I went!!

i need someone to control my bladder and push me this far.

I squirm frantically. I am clutching my crotch with both my hands, pressing as hard as I can, fighting back spasms, when suddenly a small spurt of pee bursts into my underwear, dampening the fabric. My mouth opens in shock, and I groan quietly in a mixture of desperation, relief, and pleasure.

Without warning, another spurt gushes out. Even before I register it and try to clench down, another spurt comes out, enough to start forming a glistening wet patch on the front of my light blue jeans. Oh my god, I'm going to have an accident. Fuck, I'm about to start pissing all over myself. I can't stop it no no no

My bladder spasms uncontrollably, and I groan as a stream of pee gushes into my pants, soaking my crotch with wet warmth. I try to stop it, but I can't, and warm pee starts pouring down the inside of my legs. Oh fuck, I'm having an accident.

guided letting go…making a sub hold till they can’t anymore. when they say “I can’t control it anymore” pulling their underwear down of course some pee spurts out so you have to cup them to help them clench like,”c’mon you can do it” while they shake like a dog.

Then when you’ve finally taken their undies all the way off you say, “look at what a wet spot you made, let’s make it bigger”. And you lay their panties down on the floor underneath them, make them spread their legs and they try to hold themselves but start leaking all over their hands. Drops of piss keep hitting their underwear anyways, it’s useless. Then you just say, “let go honey it’s okay” and they pull their hands back and their piss just spurts out like a faucet and soaks all into the fabric and they sigh and exhale all breathy in relief..bonus if you take a picture of their privates glistening and wet from piss afterwards.

Someone losing control and wetting their clothes in public is obviously super hot. But sometimes I think about someone refusing to last second. They are squirming and openly holding their crotch, anyone who glances at them feels secondhand embarrassment because they know this person is on the brink of having an accident. They can't even think straight with the heavy aching of their bladder. So when they finally feel a spurt of wetness hit their hand, they instinctively rip open their fly and expose themself. Immediately spraying the floor with their piss. Do people graciously avert their eyes from the spectacle, or do some ogle their failure to control themself?

SO TRUE. they’re so sensitive, even the slightest touch forces out whines and makes me squirm~

NEEEEED someone to just barely touch and play with my nipples while I'm holding a full bladder I PROMISE you I will be the squirmiest person you've ever seen.

Just the gentlest touches like feathers. So light I can barely feel it but CONSTANT. It will be so overwhelming.

”pleeeeeease let me into the toilet. i can’t hold it much longer, it’s going to come out! :(”

“oh, fuck! i’m weeing myself! it’s going everywhere! :(“

”i’m making such a mess, it’s all over me. …but it feels so good. :(“

“i had to go so bad. :(“

I will close the bathrooms and force you to hold it until you can't hold it anymore and piss yourself.

it will be the most humiliating thing you have ever experienced, I will see the liquid run down your thighs and soak your panties until they are too wet.

you would look so fucking pathetic it makes me so horny to think about it.

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…)

fuck this is hot

Taking three subs who have been completely denied for months on end to the point that they are insanely needy and desperate to cum, then filling them up with diuretic sweet tea and cider and icy lemonade until their bladders are distended like bowling balls. Whoever manages to hold it the longest finally has the dom's permission to orgasm. They're writhing and squirming and whimpering, so full to the brim that it almost hurts, but this might be their only chance to get off for god knows how long, and they're left aching for both kinds of relief.

To make it extra difficult, their dom takes them into the bathroom and sets the faucet running. All three are miserably groaning and twitching and trying not to look at the toilet that's right in front of them, waiting for one of the others to break. Eventually somebody's willpower gives out and the ones still holding have to grit their teeth through listening right up close to the loser's gushing firehose piss, their gasps of relief, the sound of them flushing and washing their hands, empty but still maddeningly pent-up and frustrated. It's almost too much for the other two to take, and they're left in a state of agony as they weigh up the cost of letting go vs keeping it in. It's eventually decided for the second loser (doomed from the start by their smaller bladder capacity) as their body reaches its limit and they involuntarily piss themselves right in front of the toilet, leaving them not only denied but without even the dignity of dry clothes.

The dom congratulates the winner of their little contest and insistently leads them out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom, ignoring their frantic backward glances at the toilet. The sub thought if they were allowed to cum then surely they'd get to pee first, but the dom laughs and explains that they never said that. The winner will have to hold their bursting bladder the whole time that the dom is fucking them, and it had better be just as full by the time they're done. Any leaks and the deal is off.

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

uhhh definitely feeling the urge now, it’s not too bad yet though

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

never mind, i gotta put my legs together now..

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

i gotta hold myself now, wow, that got bad really quick

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

this is the hottest post on this website i’m calling it now

(if you speak to me like this, my brain will shut off and i’ll do anything~)

I will close the bathrooms and force you to hold it until you can't hold it anymore and piss yourself.

it will be the most humiliating thing you have ever experienced, I will see the liquid run down your thighs and soak your panties until they are too wet.

you would look so fucking pathetic it makes me so horny to think about it.

right????

Okay so like who's gonna hold me down and tickle me until I pee my pants??????...?

this post is so hot to me-

Forced edging on a full bladder till you piss yourself...silly girl

me when a hot girl shoves me against a wall and tells me to piss my panties like a good slut 😇

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.

A person flooding their pants right in front of the toilet because they can't get their belt/zip undone >>>>>>

cw: extreme omo, 4buse k!nk, cnc,

make me drink too much. make me squirm and beg to pee. strip me nude, don’t mind how embarrassed i am. pull my hands away if i dare try and cover myself. make me drink more.

press your hand into my bladder. make me cry from the desperation. humiliate me for every leak and drop that comes out from my girlcock. “i told you to hold it. why can’t you hold it? i thought you were a big girl. stop peeing right now.”

i’m squirming, not allowed to hold myself, yet being forced to keep every drop of piss inside. i leak again, and you continue to embarrass me. “you’re peeing again! what, you can’t hold it? pathetic. hold it in, i don’t wanna see any more come out.”

i groan and nod, knowing that i can’t hold it for longer. you grab my girlcock, causing me to yelp. i leak onto your hand. you stand up and slap me across the face. i fall onto the floor, crying. you yell at me and call me a dirty slut. “how dare you piss on me!”

you pull me up by the arm and punch me in the stomach, right in my bladder. it fails. i begin pissing myself, a heavy stream flowing out the end of my cock. you slap me again, i fall backwards. i can’t stop pissing, i’m covering myself in the warm liquid, unable to enjoy the relief.

you walk over to me and harshly stomp onto my crotch, causing me to scream out in pain. my crushed girlcock continues spraying piss onto my tummy. you lift it up, wipe your shoe on me and kick me in the side. you spit on me, and walk away, calling me every mean name and insult under the sun. leaving me on the floor crying and still pissing all over myself.