I love how a bladder that’s being pushed to its limit takes on a life and a mind of its own. It’s like all the water in me has become self-aware, and it’s searching around for a way out and getting angry and trying to punish me.
It’s water—the thing that digs canyons out of solid rock. Why do I think I can control something like that with my pathetic little muscles? It’s so much more powerful than my body, it’s almost demonic. Having a bladder this full is like being possessed. I’m shuddering and flailing around uncontrollably. I’m whining and grunting. I’m out of my mind. All because there’s a heavy balloon of water inside me that doesn’t want to be there.
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I love how a bladder that’s being pushed to its limit takes on a life and a mind of its own. It’s like all the water in me has become self-aware, and it’s searching around for a way out and getting angry and trying to punish me.
It’s water—the thing that digs canyons out of solid rock. Why do I think I can control something like that with my pathetic little muscles? It’s so much more powerful than my body, it’s almost demonic. Having a bladder this full is like being possessed. I’m shuddering and flailing around uncontrollably. I’m whining and grunting. I’m out of my mind. All because there’s a heavy balloon of water inside me that doesn’t want to be there.
I was lazing around at home this evening drinking plenty of fluids and peeing regularly, there wasn’t even a thought in my mind of doing a hold when I started watching an extended cut movie and forgot to go pee at all, but kept drinking my soda while watching, right as the credits rolled it was like all of the drinks I had had suddenly dropped into my bladder and as I stood up to go to the bathroom I realised it was almost sunset and I had planned to go on a short hike up a nearby mountain to watch the sun set this evening as the colours were supposed to be particularly spectacular. Not thinking much of my need to pee as I had gone only a few hours before and I am good at holding it far longer, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, on a mission to make it up to a viewing platform by sunset which was about 15 minutes away.
As I hurried along the path at the bottom of the mountain I began to realise my error, turns out in the frequent drinking and peeing all day I had accidentally rapid desperationed myself and I had to go NOW. But I was in public and I didn’t want to miss the sunset so I hurried on.
Each step up the hill was torture, the loose gravel and dirt underfoot causing my feet to shift and occasionally slide out from under me which didn’t make holding any easier, the track was busy too, with runners and walkers enjoying the evening so I couldn’t hold myself at all. As I forced one step at a time onwards my hands were balled into fists on the hem of my skirt, I felt the burn of a leak forcing its way down and the small warm spurt of it spreading into my bike shorts. I stopped dead in the middle of the path, thankful no one was there at that exact moment and shoved a waded up ball of my skirt in between my legs to press against my crotch. This succeeded in stopping the flow and I straightened up just as a couple of runners came around the bend, smiling weakly at them I smoothed out my black skirt, lukily it doesn’t show the wetness very much and I realised I was not going to make it home, let alone to the lookout and I needed to find somewhere private, fast.
Hurrying up the hill I kept squeezing my muscles as tight as I could but it was harder now the seal was broken, the occasional leak trickled down onto the path below me but I kept moving hoping no one would notice and put the small patches of darker dirt together and connect them to my hurrying form. The trees and foliage lower down on the trail were quite sparse and there was nowhere for me to duck off and relieve myself discreetly and soon I found myself arriving at the small flattened clearing of the lookout, lukily no one was around yet but I doubted my luck would last this close to a beautiful sunset.
Taking stock of my options I knew I only had a few seconds left in me as my shorts grew damper by the second, I hunched over, crossing my legs, wiggling and pee dancing as I looked around, ideally I would have liked to pee somewhere downhill of the lookout as that way my puddle would run away from the track, but they had cleared all the trees and coverage for better viewing. So, knowing I had no other option I scrambled up the steep bank above the lookout to a small line of trees and bushes, they wouldn’t cover my upper body but would at least obscure my lower half.
So close to relief my bladder can’t take it any more and whizzing hissing bursts begin to force their way out as I position myself behind the bushes in a squat, I finally let go and it comes pouring out in a hard stream, arcing out through the now seethrough fabric of my white shorts, I watch as the puddle froths up the dirt below me satisfied in my relief, only for it quickly to turn to horror as I see a long tendril of pee begin to snake away under the bushes towards the lookout leading an obvious trail to my hiding spot. I clench down, panicking, as my stream stutters, trying frantically to shut it off and I suddenly remember the empty drink bottle in my bag from the other day, I rip the bag open and quickly unscrew the lid, positioning the mouth of it against my pee hole as I pull my sodden shorts to the side, half bent over, I can finally let go fully and the stream picks up again, splashing into the bottle with high pressure, I am panting in relief so loud I’m worried hikers will hear so I clamp my hand over my mouth, after about 20 seconds my stream begins to slow, smaller spurts pushing their way out now between drips, as I hear voices in the distance.
A knowing feeling comes over me, I can’t be seen like this! Pee bottle in hand and obvious puddle below me, I quickly adjust my shorts back into place and get out from behind the trees, sliding down the remaining dirt bank on my butt, disrupting my earlier pee trail which is now cool to the touch, to stand at the lookout again.
I hurriedly shove the 3/4 full yellow bottle in my bag just as a couple comes into the clearing, I smile shakily at them, doing my best to look nonchalant and hoping they don’t look too closely at me or my leaks all over the bank behind me. Lukily the sunset is distracting them and they talk quietly among themselves leaning up against the far railing. I finally let my body unclench as I have escaped being caught but this is a mistake as my severely weakened bladder has still been churning out urine and I feel a small leak dribble down my leg, with more to follow. Knowing how leaky my bladder gets after a hold I quickly decide to sit on the viewing bench and carefully fan my black skirt out around me to cover my sodden shorts and crotch, small trickles warm my wet seat intermittently under my skirt as I take in the beauty of the sunset.
I know there is no way I can stand up now, with a clear wet patch on the wooden seat below me and my white shorts see through yellow with piss, and now stained brown at the back from my slide down the hill, it looks like an even bigger accident. So I just sit and wait for the couple to finish enjoying the view and move on, all the while my bladder slowly empties itself into the seat below me which is luckily quite absorbent of the little leaks. Eventually the sun has set and they move on, I wave as they leave, thankful I’m finally alone again. As soon as I deem the coast clear I stand, a small wave falling from my crotch was I do, and hurry back down the hill.
Despite passing around ten hikers on my way home I think my skirt covered it all pretty well and no one noticed, except perhaps one runner who passed me on the only uphill on the journey back who must have gotten a look up my skirt at my stained backside because they gave me a funny look as I passed. I was embarrassed but smiled a little to myself, knowing that they would be shocked if they knew about the bottle of piss I was still carrying around.
I made it home without any further issues, but when I went to pour out the pee bottle my bladder clearly couldn’t take the sight and let out one final long spurt into my shorts, dripping down to the bathroom floor. So much for being able to hold it long enough to go see the sunset.
love the trope of someone needing to pee so desperately and resorting to slowly, discreetly trying to let it out.
girls in skirts, sitting with a group of people. maybe there's no bathroom around, or maybe it's occupied. in any case, she's desperate and very aware that she's not gonna make it to the bathroom at this rate. so she starts slowly leaking into her panties, trying to adjust her skirt so it won't get wet. trying to hide the relief on her face as she starts going fully, a small puddle forming under her thighs.
or boys who are too embarrassed to admit they need to go until they get far too desperate to make it to the bathroom. but it's so mortifying to admit they're about to have an accident simply because they were too shy to say anything in time. so he lets out little spurts into his boxers, trying to let it soak in before he keeps going, desperate to not let it show through his pants. cursing inwardly as his stream gets stronger, praying that whoever he's with can't hear the hissing.
Imagine someone desperately rushing to their bathroom after a long day with no breaks. Their achy bladder sloshing with every move, and hands between their legs. They get there, sagging in relief, only to discover the door is jammed. They bounce in place, the relief that was snatched from them feels like it’s going to be their undoing. The look around, desperately trying to find a solution and their eyes land on a throw pillow on the couch. They toss it to the floor and rip their pants down, sitting on it like a toilet. The stream is instant, and it’s almost silent as the fibers soak it up. They start to think that maybe there won’t be much of a mess until they realize just how soaked the pillow is, and they’re barely half empty. A puddle starts to form around them, seeping into the pants at their ankles…
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Hey guys! This will be a list of good Omorashi desperation videos. (Will be updated over time too). Feel free to pop your favorites in the comments, but please have it be prolonged desperation maybe. Ex, leaking over time, lots of dancing and squirming around, or them doing fun challenges and eventually losing control.
First, these are some twitter users that have GREAT omo content:
MichaelArvine28
Marionnaux (warning for occasional scat 🙁)
HiddenPee
WBchannel19
Here is now the list of great omorashi desperation videos:
Girl holding her pee dice game desperation (THISVID) - https://thisvid.com/videos/holding-game/
Macro micro omo but the micro is in the macros pants, but outside their underwear. They both really have to pee, the micro has been signaling for the macro to let them out for almost 30 minutes; but the macro is currently at work, and has a task that has to be done before they can head to their lunch (and to the bathroom).
The micro has been potty dancing next to the macro’s privates, making the macro jealous, at least they can hold themselves. If the macro tried to grab their junk, they’d risk squishing the micro. So they’ve just been bouncing in place this whole time.
At one point the micro ends up leaking, leaving a near imperceptible stain on the macro’s pants. Once they finish the task, they make a mad dash to the bathroom only to find the one on that floor being out of order, so they rush to one on the lower floor and get stuck in a line. They bounce in place as the line slowly moves forward, trying to not jostle to micro–or their own bladder– too much.
The wait outside the bathroom is agony. The sound of peeing, flushing toilets, and hands being washed under running water is too much. Just as they’re about to go in, they check their watch and realize that their lunch is over, meaning that they have to go back to their desk.
They can feel their bladder slosh with every step. And the micro desperately patting their lower abdomen to get their attention is not helping.
“Just hold on a bit more little guy…once I finish this we both get to go..”
They manage to finish some more work, then finally, finally, excuse themself to take a much needed leak. Except, they were so lost in their desperation they forgot that they had a meeting at that time! So now they and everyone else in the office is being herded to the meeting room. They feel another leak, not them, but the micro. They can’t hold on much longer!
Desperate, they stop just outside the meeting room, noticing a potted plant in the corner. They frantically unzip their pants and pull the micro out, setting them on the edge of the pot.
“M-make it quick! I can’t be too late for this meeting, it’s important!”
So the micro tries to pee as fast as they can while the macro keeps watch, tormented by the sounds of a trickle of piss. The micro can only empty themselves halfway before being yanked up. The sudden motion cuts their stream off, they weren’t done yet!
“Someone’s coming!”
In their panic, they realize too late that they shoved the micro into their underwear. But there’s no time to fix it, they’re already late for the meeting! So they have eyes on them as they enter the room, the manager is still speaking as the door opens and they awkwardly shuffle to an open seat.
“Look who finally decided to join us.”
A blush runs across their face. The meeting goes on, and they can’t even focus on what’s being said. They have to pee. So. Bad. If they could just leak once, just one teeny tiny drop of relief! But they don’t know if they would be able to stop. They’d probably just keep going, gushing warm wet pee.. completely soaking their briefs.. being blissfully empty…
They snap out of their fantasy. Thinking about it was only going to make the urge worse. They try and put their focus back on the meeting.
“…So corporate wants us to sample this new product and give feedback.”
Product? What product?
A water bottle was placed in front of them, as one was given all of the employees in the room. They grimaced, the absolute last thing they needed was more water. But it’s not like they could refuse it. They slowly unscrew the cap and take a tiny sip. Cold water rushes down their throat. They can feel their bladder protesting. They barely drank any and they were already regretting it.
Twenty minutes go by, when they feel a weird sensation on their body. The micro, who has been trying desperately to keep still, can’t keep still anymore. Their bladder filled back up during the meeting, and peeing earlier weakened their bladder. They had to go now or they were gonna have an accident.
The macro feels their face flush. The micro squirming so much right next to their most sensitive areas.. was making them desperate for something other than a piss.
They shift in their seat.
Please stop moving..!
Suddenly, the boss calls for a break. Finally, they can take a long overdue piss. Or that’s what they thought. They turn to leave, when their boss calls them over. Why now, why has their luck been so bad today?!
“It won’t take too long.”
It turns out, that he just wanted to compliment them on a job well done. Their very efficient, a very hard worker.. they’d usually be eating up the praise but they have more urgent matters to attend to. Their bladder feels so heavy, so full. They could see it bulging out under their shirt. It took all their strength to not potty dance on the spot.
“I was actually gonna.. h-head to the restroom,” they squeaked.
“Oh, well then don’t let me stop you! That water went through you fast, huh?”
“Y-yep..”
They hobble out of the room, just in time for a warm gush of pee to leak out of them. Or on them? Oh fuck, the micro, they had completely forgot!
The whole time the micro had been fighting back tears, trying to hold on as best they could. But how could they, when they were being jostled around, next to a macro’s bladder? They desperately tried to stop, but their floodgates had opened.
They felt warm wetness spread across their lap, and run down their legs. They couldn’t even focus to try and stop the flow, because the macro was desperately running to the bathroom to stop them from ruining their clothes. They couldn’t live it down if someone else peed their pants.
The macro makes it to the bathroom in time for the micro to go in the toilet, but by the time the micro finishes, there’s no time left for the macro to pee. God, they have to go so badly.
They have to hobble back into the meeting room, feeling the heavy weight of their bladder. They could feel piss sloshing inside them with every small movement, and the micro was unintentionally pressing down on it when they tried to adjust themselves. A particularly awkward movement made the macro’s eyes go wide.
*psh*
They felt the tiniest of leaks escape from them. It was embarrassing, but even the most minuscule drops of pee leaving their bladder felt heavenly. The micro flinched when they felt something warm and wet drip onto their head.
Are you peeing on me?!
The rest of the meeting continued like that. They slowly let our tiny leaks, just so they could hold on a little longer. But they were only making their situation worse. Not helping them, was the micro, who was trying to move out of the way of their leaks, and praying that the macro wouldn’t have an accident.
Fifty minutes pass. Finally, the meeting is over. What was once controlled leaks was turning into unintentional spurts. They were losing control of their bladder. The macro sprinted to the bathroom, only to find it closed for cleaning. They bounced in place. They couldn’t use the plant, it would be obvious what they were doing. They turned around and booked it to the janitors closet, praying the door would be unlocked, leaving a trail of tiny yellow droplets behind them.
Mercifully it was. They slam the door behind them, but it was too late. As they desperately undid their belt, the floodgates opened. A strong burst of piss gushed out of them, running down their pant legs. They tried to stop, but it just kept flowing. The micro, swept up in a wave of piss fell onto the floor, thankfully unharmed, but getting a front row seat to a torrent of yellow rain.
The macro sobbed. They were so close to avoiding an accident but they couldn’t hold it. They leaned against the door, slowly sliding down as their bladder completely emptied. They were utterly humiliated, but the relief was overwhelming. They just sat in their puddle, eyes glazed while continuing to empty. It was so much, how had they managed to do that? Eventually, as their stream slowly tapered off, they heard a knock at the door, sending them crashing back down into reality.
“Hello? Everything alright in there?”
Shit. How were they gonna explain this to the staff?
thought: someone at a big fancy event peeing in a place they aren't supposed to, just because they couldn't find the toilet.
maybe it's being held at a huge event center with multiple conference rooms/ballrooms, and one attendee goes wandering off to find the facilities and gets so turned around that they can't find the party again either. and they're at their limit!
for someone with a vagina, maybe they duck into an empty ballroom... it's dark and quiet, and there are some chairs that aren't in current use, just all around the place. with no time to even think, they hike their dress up around their waist and do that frantic "I'm basically already peeing myself" shuffle over to a plush upholstered chair... and as soon as they plop their butt down, they're peeing like crazy. they can feel their butt instantly going all wet and warm... there's a sharp hissing... they're really soaking the cushion right through, and a few seconds later, they hear the patterpatterpatter sound of their pee falling off the edge of the cushion, because it can't hold any more and/or they're letting it out too fast, and the stream is sliding off before it can fully soak in. either way, they spread their legs, trying not to get it on their shoes or wet their socks... though if they're wearing tights, that was probably a lost cause from the start, and they're already peeing down their legs with the way that fabric conducts the liquid. when they're halfway done, they find that they can calm their stream down to just a constant warming sensation beneath them that just seeps out into the sodden cushion beneath them... they could try to stop, and it'd probably work, but instead of risking another accident later, they just choose to finish up.
once they're done, they peel their butt up from the seat, and have to make themselves look presentable before wandering back out.
for someone with a penis, they find the empty ballroom and immediately scramble and fight to get their dick out of their dress pants, already leaking a small dribble in the process. as soon as it's out, they're going full force... just wetting the carpet, right in front of the doorway. they want to move further into the room, and maybe do it behind a piece of furniture, just for some small semblance of privacy... they freeze for a moment, trying to cut the flow, but their pee won't stop no matter what... so they gingerly shuffle over behind a low couch while they're still peeing full force on the floor. it leaves a little trail of urine, leading to the spot they're hiding, so this really obscures nothing. the patterpatterpatter of their stream sounds loud in the big empty room, but they can't even slow it down... they're watching the glinting strong line of liquid jet out from the pink tip of their member, and into a dark wet patch on the carpet's fancy design, which only sounds more soggy as their accident continues. even when the shame sets in, and their stream starts to become shy and weak, they tighten their muscles and force the pee out until they're empty, so the problem of their bladder will truly be solved.
when they're done, they shake off, tuck themselves away again, and try not to be seen leaving the scene of their... indiscretion.
Ooooooh, hell yes! Peeing somewhere you shouldn't, especially at a big fancy event, is just SO naughty - but sometimes there's no other choice! It's better than wetting your nice clothes and having to go back to the party like that, right? Right...?
Imagine a character trapped in there room. Perhaps the toilet is occupied, or out of service. But they’re so needy they can’t focus on anything but how bad they need to go. And they’re distracting themself, but it’s not going well…
And they can’t stop dancing and are so desperate to let it out then and there but they’re nobly hanging on. Seconds away from pissing themselves, they notice the laundry hamper in the corner and hurriedly run over to it. The clothes are dirty anyway, right? They need to be washed anyway, right?
Maybe they piss their brains out into the hamper, mindlessly moaning in relief. Maybe they can’t hold it another second and have to pee there pants standing inside the hamper.
Or perhaps a character is desperate while doing laundry, say at a laundromat. They’re so needy though and they can’t make it back home in time…they can’t help themselves, they have to go so bad. Everything will get clean anyway, so they piss helplessly into the machine holding back whimpers or moans.
The puddle spread quickly, steaming, until it lapped at the soles of his shoes.
He was already bursting.
Every muscle in his lower body was tense, thighs squeezed together, breath shallow. His belt dug cruelly into his abdomen, pressing into the rock-hard swell of his overfull bladder. He sat hunched on the edge of a low bench, jaw tight, hands gripping his knees. His hair clung to the sides of his flushed face.
And the worst part?
He wasn’t alone.
“You’re squirming,” the voice behind him said, amused. Playful. Dangerous.
“Shut up.” His voice cracked. His legs shifted restlessly, one heel tapping the floor. "Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” The other leaned closer, breath brushing his ear. “Don’t mention how you're shaking? Or how red your face is? Or…”
A hand slid around his waist. He flinched.
“Don’t touch—” he snapped, but the hand was already there, fingers pressing gently against his lower stomach.
It was like being punched. The pressure sent an electric jolt through his body, and a hot, shameful spurt escaped before he could stop it—just enough to dampen his underwear. His legs snapped shut, hands flying to his crotch. He let out a low, desperate whimper.
“Ohhh… you really are full,” the other said, mockingly tender. “It must hurt.”
He bit his lip hard. His eyes shimmered. He couldn’t speak.
Then the hand pushed harder.
He doubled forward with a cry. Another jet of urine forced its way out of him, soaking into the front of his pants. His muscles trembled. The teasing voice didn’t stop.
“You should just let it go,” they whispered. “You know you’re not gonna make it.”
He shook his head furiously, tears slipping down his cheeks. “N-no. I can still—”
But his body had reached its limit.
It started slow—a few more hot spurts, unstoppable now, soaking through his jeans. Then, with a long, broken sob, the floodgates opened.
A gush tore through him. His whole body jerked as piss burst out with a loud hiss, pouring into his jeans with force. The heat spread instantly, soaking down his thighs and pooling beneath him. The sound was obscene—splattering, gushing, the wet hiss echoing off the walls.
He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. The relief was dizzying, overwhelming. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry, slumping forward as the piss thundered out of him, drenching everything. His belt pressed cruelly against the stream, splitting it so it poured in all directions—down his legs, across the seat, onto the floor.
He sat there, soaked, panting, face flushed and streaked with tears, pants heavy with shameful warmth.
The one who teased him didn’t speak now—only watched, lips parted in awe, as the boy shook and whimpered through it. A full minute passed before the hiss finally faded into dripping. Even then, his body gave a few exhausted spurts before it stopped.
“See?” the other finally whispered. “Didn’t that feel good?”
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being super into desperation but only a little into wetting is just. why yes i have a piss kink, my favorite part is when ppl are not pissing. for as long as possible, even
Hello! I'm your doctor for today and I'm going to examine you. Did you follow my instructions before you came in for appointment? You're nice and full? Good! Oh, and this exam will take a while so please try not to urinate or let any leaks out until I say you can. Let's begin!
First, we'll measure that round bulge. Hold still now, this needs to be tight around your belly to get a good measure. Goodness, your bladder is quite big when it's full. Better measure a second time, just in case.
Alright, now we need you to spread your legs so we can check your reaction down here. We're just going to use this brush. Hmm...it's spasming quite a lot. A good response! Once more! It's amazing how much it's straining and twitching.
Now, this next part is difficult for most of our patients. Let see if you can handle it though. Keep those legs spread. The nurse has to monitor you in case you leak. Now, I'm going to do a few pushes to test your resistance. Hmm...Mhmm...Just a few more pushes...You seem sensitive here. Let's try a big puuush!
Oh dear...that made you leak a bit. No worries, it happens to our more...weaker patients. Nurse, I'll need a plug please. Thank you. There we go. Now you won't have anymore accidents until the test is over. I will have to restart the push test again.
What? How many tests will you have to do? Oh, just quite a few more. It'll only take an hour or two if you cooperate. Now, let's push on that bladder again shall we?
idea: someone who decided to take a long self care afternoon, had a bath, a lil drink, got all pampered and comfortable, and settled on their bed, a soft blanket under their naked body, as they slowly begin teasing themselves with the intent to drag this out and edge themselves mad with pleasure. they didn’t intent to start needing to use the bathroom at any point, but, by the time they think they should’ve gone before starting this, they’re already aroused and flustered, comfortable, and quite busy. it would be a hassle to stop when they feel so good and have been slowly building up the feelings, to wipe their hands, make their way to another room, walk on cold tiles naked, sit on a cold seat, only to relieve themselves, having to wipe away some lube and oils their poured on themselves in the end. not to mention… they’re quite turned on, who knows if they would even be able to go at all, how long it would take for them to relax. so they decide they can ignore this one unexpected element in their otherwise perfect self-care leisure time.
they won’t change their plans either: they are taking their time with this, all the time they need to built up pleasure and expectations, to bring themselves higher and higher, and then they intend to keep themselves there for as long as they can bear. they won’t let themselves finish too soon, they won’t allow it. only when they can’t take it anymore will they find release.
as pleasure rises, so does their need for another kind of release. they end up shaking from desperation, their sex twitching under their touch, begging for relief, as their body pleads to allow it to orgasm and to empty itself.
by the time they’re nearing their breaking point in terms of edging, it’s hard to keep their hands off themselves to not finish too soon, because they might piss themselves if they can’t hold.
when they let go on the brink and nearly have a ruined orgasm, they squirt pee with every desperate twitch to come.
the thought of “I’m gonna piss myself if I don’t hold” forces itself at the forefront of their mind, and it takes all of their self control to not grind into their palm as they squeeze, because if they did, they’d come.
when they come for the first time, they didn’t mean to. they were struggling to keep a wave of desperation at bay, a hand firmly planted between their squeezed together thighs, when a particular squirming movement undoes it all. recognizing the feeling about to hit them, they retract their hand and spread their legs, but it’s all for nothing. they gasp, struggling to keep climax at bay. their pelvic muscles fail them, a dribble escapes them, followed by a squirt of pee, and then their orgasm takes over, ruined. it leaves them twitching all over, small spurts forcing themselves out through the contractions.
they still haven’t fully lost control, not over their bladder at least. delirious with need, and needing the full pleasure that was just robbed from them, their hand goes back between their thighs, and it doesn’t go away even when the overstimulation makes them squirt and dribble a nearly uninterrupted stream.
it doesn’t take long for them to be on the edge again, and, this time, they don’t try to stop it. they all but scream as, finally, pleasure reaches its apex and they vigorously stroke themselves through it, adding on to the mess on the blanket. they keep rubbing until the last remnant of pleasure is gone, and then some more, for good measure.
as they fall back onto the bed, their body going limp after the release of so much tension all once, they feel warmth wetting their fingers again. they are powerless to stop it this time, and lack the will too. they slowly empty themselves while they reel from the high of it all, basking in the afterglow and shivering from the pleasure of finally letting go.
I want to curse you to be sealed up until your bladder is holding exactly a gallon, at which point the seal breaks and you suddenly have to hold it all yourself. I want the seal to return every time you empty yourself, leaving you with no choice but to keep filling up over and over again. The curse makes it safe to be that full, but doesn't stop you from feeling exactly how full you are and exactly how badly you need to go.
that sounds hot i'm not going to lie, only being allowed pee until i'm absolutely bursting. i have a habit of going before i'm about to go out and do something, so i don't get stuck needing to go without a bathroom around. so the thought of having to squirm around, desperately trying to hold it when i'm out in public because i physically couldn't go beforehand??? yes >_<
Addendum to the curse:
The seal returns as soon as your bladder gets below a gallon and the flow of pee stops. So if for any reason, including but not limited to:
-you get interrupted while going somewhere you shouldn't
-in an emergency you use a container smaller than a gallon (which is quite likely if you want one that isn't translucent so you don't look like you're carrying around a gallon of piss)
-you have a shy bladder and someone walks into the public bathroom you're using
Then you're out of luck, and your next hold starts now, with whatever is left in you, even if it's 3.9 quarts.
This addendum is perfect because you *could* be stuck perpetually leaking and unable to go. Your bladder is sloshing around, youre desperate and uncomfortable, holding yourself or twisting your legs up and you feel like you just can’t hold it anymore but know you can’t quite go and then it happens… you hit a gallon and an uncontrollable, big hot spurt of pee is gushing right out of you. You didn’t even have the chance to prepare or try to hold it back, it just sprayed out of you and into your underwear. The shock of it coming out when you weren’t ready makes you clench right to stop the flow. But now yoire less than a gallon and the seal is back…. You’re still just as full but now you’re throbbing and squirming against warm now soaked fabric that’s teasing your little peehole, but unable to let anymore out. You’re straining, TRYING to wet yourself more, TRYING to pee your pants but nothing will come out. Begging for a teaspoon or even a few more drops to squeeze out- anything !
until maybe 20 minutes of agony and desperation later, another big gush sprays out and makes a little wet spot but you’re still not near a toilet and you clench again but you’re under a gallon again. Just stuck having leak after leak and never relieving your tired swelling bladder until you time being in the bathroom just right.
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Rules:
Regular Bingo rules apply. If I get 5 in a row, I will reward myself. (I'll decide that as I go).
I will only attempt one square at a time.
I am not requiring myself to complete this on a strict timeline. I'd like to get blackout bingo by the end of 2025. (Some of these are definitely going to more difficult for me to accomplish. I'm excited either way.)
The point is to complete the challenge in the square. If I fail, I have the chance to retry it or ask for a punishment. (If you have punishment suggestions, lmk).
If you plan on doing the bingo card, I'd love to hear about it!!
guy who is a heavy sleeper being woken up by his bladder. sleepy and comfy, he just ignores it and tries to go back to sleep. as he drifts in and out of sleep, his need gets progressively more urgent, but so does his resolve to actually catch more solid sleep. subconsciously, he goes to hug his comforter between his legs, eventually ending up with it bunched up high between his thighs, his ankles crossed to help. he starts to squirm and rock back and forth, trying to suppress the need for a bit longer. the motions have his soft dick slowly drag inside his loose pyjama pants, providing a gentle friction that toon have him not so soft anymore. he ends squeezing his thighs and grinding, now not only as a way to hold back his need to relieve himself but also because it just feels good. having an erection does help him hold, so much so that he manages to fall back asleep for a while… until he awakes again, now positively desperate. he finds himself already humping the bunched up comforter, softly panting, when he comes to realize his predicament. he needs to go now. he’s still sleepy tho, sluggish from waking up, and also finding it hard to think, because of his pressing need, and also the jolts of pleasure coursing through his groin with every shift. he’s fully hard, hard and leaking precum in his pyjama pants. the urgency of the situation means he can’t just stop grinding or he fears he’ll lose control. if he was more awake, he’d trust himself to make it to the bathroom quickly, but he isn’t, and he also can’t deny his slightly delirious self that this feels good. unable to reason, all he can do is hold onto the comforter tighter so it’s pulled taught between his thighs, providing both much needed pressure to help his bladder, and pleasure that makes his eyes roll back behind his closed eyelids. he desperately humps the blanket, feeling his desperation heighten and his muscles weaken—he has no idea how ling he’s been holding like this, but it must’ve been a while for how tired he feels already. pissing the bed isn’t an option tho, so he continues and can only moan in pleasure at the friction on his hard, leaking dick. a particularly good thrust sends him twitching in near overstimulation, and he has to halt his motions for a moment. doing so is what makes him leak for the first time. the feeling of warmth blooming on his dick head makes him frantic, he immediately resumes his humping with urgency. his pyjamas are too rough on his sensitive skin now, threatening his very control, but he he does dare stop or slow slow. he yelps and his hips stutter when another leak escapes him, and then another, and then another. feeling the limits of his ability to approach, he starts humping with desperate and renewed vigour, only speeding up every time his muscles spasm and another spurts escapes him. through it all, the pulses of warmth make his precum-slick pyjamas feel good like nothing else on his throbbing erection. unable yo think of getting up and making mad dash for the toilet—unable to think at all—the guy only moans and gasps as he begins losing control, though he never stops trying to hold it. he’s not done having an accident, and trying not to, when the pleasure in his stomach reaches a peak. he leaks forcefully, gasps, twitches, and then ruts against the blanket in short little trusts, until he forgets everything about holding and can only chase his imminent orgasm. he comes like that, hot and intense, inside his pyjama pants. for a brief moment, he forgets all about his desperate need to piss and just lays there, grinding, milking it out, until the pleasure begins to recede and his desperation comes back all at once. he leaks, a strong spurt that hisses, and immediately doubles down on his frantic grinding, only, this time, the movement is nothing but overstimulating his sensitive dick, so soon after coming. it has the opposite intended affect, as the sensation makes him twitch and his exhausted muscles spasm, allowing more piss to escape him. he tries to cling to control, he really does, but it’s futile.
moaning from the harsh overstimulation, he doesn’t stop grinding, too far gone to reason that it’s no use, besides, it still feels good through the pain. with every rut, more piss leaks out of his dick, which refuses to fully soften under the constant stimulation. just like that, he slowly loses control of his bladder, until a near continuous stream is pouring out. delirious, he continues to rub his hard dick through it. he doesn’t stop when the stream finally dims and stop, still turned on beyond relief. right away, he grinds to another orgasm, not satisfied until dick is throbbing in his pants again and the pleasure overwhelms him.
while he lays in the aftermath, soaked and twitchy, his bladder throbs again, and he can’t help but moan as the very last drops escape him, feeling almost as good at the other type of relief he just got.
