Omo sideblog of @flyingfloatingfalling

a few days later things have been back to normal, neither of you have said anything about what happened and its totally slipped your mind. until you're making the groceries list a few days later and they start to grope you at the kitchen table. you suggest trying a new salad mix and they squeeze your tits. you write down 'spaghetti' and they twist one of your nipples until you have to bite back a moan. somehow you get through the whole list with them touching you in some way but you have to escape to your room as soon as you're done to frantically rub yourself through your soaked panties, the collar of your shirt shoved in your mouth to keep you quiet. you're just supposed to be getting your wallet so you guys can go to the store but if you don't get off now there's no way you'll be able to walk through the store. still you can't bring yourself to put a bra on over your sensitive tits after all that and you can feel your roommate as well as strangers staring at you all through the store. and everytime a following gaze makes you blush a little, you see your roommate smirk.

the two of you don't ever talk about it, but it keeps happening. more and more you expect them to touch you or to make you strip or flash them in some way or another just so they can look at you. sometimes you even forgo a shirt around the house in anticipation and the teasing, proud smirk they give you every time makes you squirm. so it's honestly just instinct when they call you into the living room and tell you to lift your shirt. it isn't until you already have the hem hiked up to your chin do you remember they have friends over, and the whole group is sprawled over the living room furniture watching something on the tv.

"good girl." they say, which is one of the first times they've ever acknowledged you when they do something like this and it makes you squirm a little. you cant believe that even over your embarrassment you're immediately incredibly aroused as five pairs of eyes stare at you.

"stay there for a while and entertain us," your roommate says, even as they look back at the tv. "this game is boring." there's some kind of sports game on but from the angle you're standing at you can't tell what it is. maybe baseball.

you're not sure how long you end up standing there like that. some of them watch you the entire time, while others go back and forth between you and the game. at least two of them spend the rest of them time with a hand down their pants and each time you notice it sends another wave of arousal over you.

eventually the party breaks up and your roommate's friends leave. your arms ache and your legs are shaking from how tightly you have them squeezed together, desperate for some kind of friction, but you still don't lower your shirt as your roommate comes over and slides a hand between your legs, feeling how wet and wrecked you are even through your clothes.

like a dom who always makes u hold and never gives u permission so they can laugh and have an excuse to punish u when u piss yourself 😔 it’s too easy for them to humiliate you by insisting you have to wear a diaper or use a training potty no matter how embarrassed you are or how much you cry until you can prove to them that you can hold it until they tell you to

my scenario was someone taken out as a human toilet on a vacation... they're going to the beach, and no one in their group wanted to use gross beach portapotties or piss themselves in the water, so they voluntold this person they were perfect for the job. set them up so they could piss DIRECTLY in their bladder, either thru a catheter or thru some teleporting thing or maybe just magic that lets everyone either let go in relief wherever they are and it goes into them or they just. don't feel their bladder fill at all. it filters into his instead.

the others don't wanna exclude their toilet tho! they drag them to the ocean part way through, and then get surprised and giggle at the look of pained bliss on their face as they feel the pressure of the ocean on their bladder

this poor person also being used as a drink dump later... no one wants to carry the leftovers of water and soda so someone has the great idea to just let the toilet drink it all, his bladder can handle a lil more liquid, it's fine~

later, before the toilet is disconnected, some ppl start using them just. whenever. they agreed to the beach, but that gas station bathroom was just sooo gross, that rest stop is too far away, that bathroom is closed to the public, just easier to use their own personal toilet~

Without a word, they step to the side and let me in there, but follow me and stand directly in front of the toilet, expectantly.

As much as I say I'm embarrassed and that I don't know if I can go while being watched, but they still just wait. All I can do is try to relax as I become more and more desperate until the need outweighs the shame.

Um oh wow

Having omo friends who want to see me struggle....to squirm and beg for it. They tease me too.

You linger close to your boy. He's squirming, as much as he can against his restraints, anyway. You've got him chained to the wall of your playroom. Forced to stand, he's wound his legs around one another as much as he possibly can.

"I-I'll be good. Really. P-please, just let me...just let me go? J-just for tonight?"

You smile but say nothing. That always sends him spiraling. You could just tell him to be quiet, to speak when spoken to. You could remind him that the reason you had him drink *so much water* earlier was because he forgot the golden rule of not asking to use the bathroom before you told him he could.

But that would ruin the fun of this — of your poor little bladder slave, half out of his mind with desperation and arousal, whining and begging and at your complete mercy.

"Please, mistress — oh, oh no."

You calmly reach out and touch his bladder. His skin is hot to the touch and just a little damp with sweat. He's been exerting himself a lot over the past — when did he start crying out pleas? Half an hour ago?

He's been half-hard since then. And as you gently drag your fingertips from one hipbone to the other, arcing across the enormous drum of his bladder, you get to watch his cock jerk while he gasps.

He's filling out, precome shining at the end of his cock, even as he whines and gasps.

"M-mistress! O-oh, I can't, I can't I can't please please please—"

Utterly mindless and desperate, eventually he's not even saying real words. He chokes on sobs and yelps in pain as you press harder on his bladder. It's so tight and so full, your fingers can't even actually dent it. It's so huge you can press your entire palm against it, fingers stretching over its pleasant bump, and give it a shake, and you can barely sense anything at all — it's just too tight in there to feel water slosh or see it dip in under the pressure.

So you try harder, humming to yourself as you do so. "My," you finally say out loud. Your bladder slave's cock is fully hard now, neglected but dripping with what you hope, for his sake, is only precome. "You're actually full, aren't you, you poor thing? You should have said it was this serious."

Your partner installing one on you, telling you it's for a whole day, and you think it's just a normal catheter to keep you from pissing or even just leaking. Plus, they've been kind enough to let you go empty your bladder before, so you're pretty sure it's going to be easy! Just don't drink too much, and then you'll show them that you're not always squirmy and desperate. So you go on your date, you're mindful of your liquid intake, it's fine.

You go to the restaurant, get a kinda secluded spot. They notice that you're pacing yourself with your drink, and lift an eyebrow. You should not need to pace yourself, you can't leak anyway, that's what the catheter is for, silly! You haven't taken it out, right? They ask to see it, yes, here and now. The table will hide it, don't worry! So, blushing furiously, you slowly get your pants just low enough so they can see it... and suddently, they get a plastic water bottle lined up with the nuzzle, and squeeze it so all the liquid shoots out and hits your bladder at once. You hunch over, gripping the table as the sudden FULLNESS renders you unable to talk. They discard the scrunched-up bottle and smile at the waitress who is coming over your table to get your order. Better get back in those pants quickly!

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@///@ oh my GOSH this is so. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴💕

god the shock of a relatively cold water bottle suddenly FILLING my bladder mmmph... I thought I wouldnt be full until later in the day... didnt even consider that things could be pushed up there with this setup... hoo...

im still struggling to think, let alone speak, when the server is coming and I have to fumble with my clothes and cover up despite the sudden fullness and wanting to be gentle with my poor bladder...

Someone cursed you. So now you can't go to the bathroom to pee without their permission.

How does this work? You can use the bathroom for other reasons. But you'll be physically unable to pee in there. You'll still feel like you're bursting to pee however.

Level 1 of the Curse:

So you can still pee without permission... Just not in the bathroom. You can go somewhere else

Level 2 of the Curse:

You can only pee without permission when you're fully clothed. And not in the bathroom. Still manageable.

Level 3 of the Curse:

You can only pee without permission if you're fully clothed and in front of people. Still possible if no one notices you pee yourself.

Level 4 of the Curse:

You can only pee without permission when outside a bathroom. Fully nude and in front of people.

Ah! Writers, take note!

Holding the bag up by its end and shaking it so that the person, even if they’re not moving at all, feel like they’re on a vehicle on a bumpy ride and they feel like they’re going to leak with each push

Veeeerry slightly tipping a small amount out, to make the person feel like they’re going to have an accident, but then deny them release!

Fill it slowly at first, so they acknowledge the urge but don’t do anything about it, and then put more in as quickly as you can so that within a few seconds they’re already squirming and bouncing ~

Just pipe the bag up to the faucet and set it on a medium trickle, filling it to bursting every 15-20 minutes.

When they go to the bathroom, pinch it off when they’re only halfway done, so they can still feel their bladder is slightly full but nothing else will come out so they must be finished and leave, only to be desperate again within the hour. 

Filling it all up but then stop them from going - they’ll be desperate the whole time but there’s nothing they can do about it!

Also, the added part where if your stream stops for any reason, you can't pee any of the rest out until you reach a gallon again.

The idea of being stuck with this curse and you can never empty your bladder again. You will always be in situations where your relief is halted. Everyone else around you gets to have empty bladders while you're bulging out and aching. Your bladder throbs visibly and sloshes the ocean of hot pee trapped inside of you.

Your peehole is so tightly shut nothing can come out. Hovering over the toilet and bouncing up and down in frustration while your bladder continues to jiggle and slosh. The pain is neverending.

Ugh... imagine that you finally get to let a little pee out, and then someone is loudly banging on the door and screaming at you to get out of the bathroom. Your seal is back on, and you can't pee even if you tried. So you give up the bathroom and helplessly listen to them get the relief you're never going to have again. Bladder just throbbing and throbbing, and all you can do to soothe it is by rubbing it.

"Trust me, this cure won't work unless you drink every drop."

The doctor stands over you, holding another glass of warm water. You whimper helplessly.

"Please...please..."

"Now now, you won't get any better acting like that."

He traces the outline of your swollen belly with a gloved finger and you shiver all over, biting down on your lip and whining.

"No more...water..."

"But water is so good for you! Here, I'll demonstrate."

You can only pee when your bladder is 100% at its limit (when it normally would start coming out on its own without your control). You don't get any special knowledge of when that is, just the regular feeling of desperation. If you try to go to the bathroom, even if you're 99% full, you won't be able to get any out. When you hit 100%, your bladder automatically empties itself completely, regardless of where you are.

You can pee whenever you want, but it comes out one literal drip (~0.05mL) at a time, maybe 2 drips per second if you're lucky, 1 drip per second or even longer if you've really pissed off the curse caster. If your max bladder capacity is 500mL, it would take almost an hour and a half to empty completely at 2 drips a second. You could only get about 30mL out in a regular 5-minute bathroom trip. To keep a regular schedule, you would often have to stop the flow and go about your day, still full to the brim but out of time to empty. And then when you're absolutely desperate, having to suffer through the torment of that desperation releasing itself one...drip...at...a...time...

The person who casts the curse picks an activity of daily living (eating, walking, speaking, etc.: let's say sleeping for this scenario), and now you can only do it if your bladder is at least 75% full. You literally, physically won't be able to do the activity if you're less full than that. Now, when you're tired, you have to drink a bunch and wait to fill up, then get in bed uncomfortably full and try to fall asleep. You'll have to get over your anxiety about wetting the bed, because no matter how tired you are, you physically can't sleep unless you have to pee, so having insomnia from your full bladder just won't do. Maybe sometimes you do wet the bed and then instantly wake up, unable to go back to sleep until you fill yourself up again.

You can only pee if someone else is pressing on your bladder for you. Otherwise, the curse makes your bladder and torso expand indefinitely, so you'll hold it without bursting until you can get someone to help, but you'll be in absolute agony. And how embarrassing and heavy it would be to walk around with a bladder bulge the size of a yoga ball. It's an okay curse if you have a willing friend or partner, but what if you live alone? What about at work? What if you're home alone for the day (or the week)? How would you find someone to help you?

You wake up every morning with a different bladder capacity, but there's no way (except trial & error) to tell what it is. Some days it's huge and you can hold a gallon of water just fine. Other days you have half a cup of coffee and you're wetting yourself. The curse also makes you very thirsty, so avoiding drinks altogether isn't an option. You just have to drink very carefully and hope to hell whenever you take a sip of something that there's a bathroom readily available in case it fills your bladder way more than you were expecting.