Pee Accident - Tumblr Posts

Yeah big boys potty in their pants all the time! Like when their diapers leak cuz they peed too much too fast cuz they really had to go! That’s totally a big boy thing, I would know, being such a big boy and all 🥰😇

Potty training update! Every time I wear a diaper, I find it easier to let my pee out into it right away! I barely had to try this time, then suddenly I was all wet and warm! That’s how potty training works, right? Do I get a sticker for wetting my diaper like a big boy? 🥺

The pathetic piss baby urge to keep peeing a soaked diaper because, surely there must be room in it somewhere! But then it just leaks out onto my puppy pad ☹️ guess I’ll have to try again, it’s not like I can hold it anyway ☺️

Uh oh, I maybe hadda big accident and my thighs are wet now 😳

The pathetic piss baby urge to keep peeing a soaked diaper because, surely there must be room in it somewhere! But then it just leaks out onto my puppy pad ☹️ guess I’ll have to try again, it’s not like I can hold it anyway ☺️

If you see me running to the bathroom please slam me against a wall and make me piss myself😩

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…)

me

girls holding for hours and hours, squirming and crying, and then drenching themselves in huge accidents. you agree. reblog

raise your hand if you are a member of the “just made it can be as hot or hotter than wetting” faction of the omo community 🖐️ 😤 we are few but we are mighty

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~

right????

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

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.

this post is so hot to me-

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

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.

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 🥹😉😇💕

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

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