Soft Omorashi - Tumblr Posts

ask me why im wiggling and bouncing as i shake my head and deny there's anything wrong. point out that i keep holding myself until im forced to reluctantly keep my hands by my sides. ask if im ok when i squeak and cross my legs. ask why there's a damp patch on my shorts when neither of us has a drink. innocently tell me about leaking faucets and bursting pipes and dribbling streams as i whimper and blush and feel my pants getting warmer and wetter...

please don’t, i would hate it so much 🥺

Nooo, don't beat me up until I piss myself and make fun of me for it 🥺

getting a drink at the mall and starting to need a wee, only to find the bathroom line is just....really long. no problem, it's fine- it's not that far home. except...after a while walking doesn't really help me hold it anymore: now its making it harder. it's fine, i can make it home.... leaking a bit at first doesn't bother me tooo much- it's just a little leak, it's fine, itdoesn't show.....except- the leaksjust don't stop. and i still have to go so bad- i realise if i dont hold myself im going to have an accident. im squirming down the street- and under my hand, i can feel warmth. and wetness. that isn't good. it's ok, i'm nearly home- -another leak, this one is big enough that im not sure my hand still covers up my wet patch- -im clenching, trying to holditholditholdit....and then suddenly its like all my muscles are numb. im still holding- but im weeing too and i can't stop- i manage to stop after a moment but... my pants are....really wet. the wetness doesnt help me hold it at all. im having an accident. i leak again as i fumble for my key- but im in, im home, i- i'm weeing again. there's a puddle on the mat. my housemate steps into the hall and sees me, teary eyed and shaky and looks confused for a second....before she notices the wetness on my jeans and her faces goes all soft and sympathetic. 'did you- ah-?' 'y-yeah' 'its ok' and we both try not to notice the fact that the puddle is still growing underneath me