omo obsessed

Desperate girl who’s been holding for hours, waking up in the middle of the night but it’s storming and she’s too scared to get out of bed… each burst of thunder makes her jump as she gets closer and closer to leaking out

The feeling when you need to piss so bad you’re scared to cum because you know it’ll spurt everywhere the second you get close send post

Was gonna maybe do a hold tonight and accept asks except I don’t even think I’d be able to wait that long… started like an hour ago and im already grinding on my hands to even TRY to keep it in

Last post was inspired by the fact that I am absolutely desperate to pee and watching supernatural (which isn’t even scary, im just a baby when it comes to horror) and trying my absolute hardest not to piss myself at the jumpscares

I hate having an omo kink like why am I getting horny over my body’s basic functions im such a loser

One of my favorite things is when my bladder is casually full. Obviously I love when I’m bursting at the seams and about to piss myself, but its also so hot when i just like. Kinda gotta go a little bit. Because I can be sitting in my bed and feel nothing until I shift and then it's a stark reminder that yeah, actually there is quite a bit that wants to be let out. It’s so easy to forget when you get distracted, meaning it’s that much stronger when the urge actually ends up signaling your brain. Doing random things with the knowledge of “yeah, I’m gonna need a bathroom soon,” before the desperation REALLY sets in but the looming knowledge that it will eventually.

The fact that some people just have casual omorashi kinks is so weird to me. Like wdym it doesn’t entirely consume you… crazy concept

I genuinely had one of the best omo experiences of my life a few months ago. I’d been out with friends all night, and we had just gotten back from a restaurant. I was driving everyone home, and by the time I’d gotten to my last friend's house to let her go, we were involved in a super deep conversation. We ended up sitting there talking for over an hour and it was amazing. But throughout the course of the conversation, I definitely felt all the water I’d drank with my food working it’s way through me, and before I knew it my bladder was sending urgent signals all over. I had planned on just rushing home after she left (I only lived a few minutes away), but the conversation was still so good and I really didn’t want to cut it off. I got to the point where even sitting still was borderline painful with how bad I had to go, and I had quickly realized the conversation wouldn’t be coming to an end any time soon. Even if I’d left right there and then, there was a decreasing chance that I would even make it the few minutes back to my house without significant damage to the seat of my car. I had to literally cut her off mid sentence and ask to run into her house to use her bathroom because I wasn’t sure if I would be able to make it a few more seconds for her to finish speaking without accidentally exploding. She let me in and I (barely) made it, but by far the worst I’ve needed to go (that wasn’t an intentional hold) in recent memory.

Small boobs are like actually the hottest thing ever btw

The other day while I was driving down a street in my neighborhood, I saw a clear plastic takeout container that was clearly filled with piss, and it got me thinking about the situation someone would need to be in for that to happen… Having to go so badly that even though you’re in a residential area close to home, or able to pull over at a store nearby, you can’t even wait the few extra minutes that will take. You’ve got to go so bad that you’re blinded with desperation, and any container is an opportunity to finally release what you’ve been holding back for hours. Just the knowledge that you literally can’t wait a single second and anything will do because you’re just that close to losing it.

I was in a musical a few weeks ago and I remember distinctly sitting backstage with my friends while there were these two other girls next to us. We’d been going over the same ensemble number for over an hour at this point, so we all just kind of had to sit there waiting and no one was able to leave. I heard one of the two girls next to us loudly complain to her friend about how badly she needed to pee, and that she should’ve gone before we began with the song because she wasn’t sure when she would have a chance to now. Her friend found this extremely funny, apparently, because she laughed and used her two index fingers to poke at the first girl’s abdomen (where her bladder roughly would have been). I fully mean it when I say the first girl’s eyes rolled back into her head and her legs clenched together almost immediately. I saw her speed walk (though it really was more of a waddle) to the bathrooms down the hall the second they let us go after finishing that song

Maybe it's just because I’m a theater kid at heart but I LOVE the idea of mid-show desperation. You’re already super hydrated to keep your voice healthy so you need to go often, but during a run of the show, you literally don’t have any time. It’s not like you can miss one of your cues, you need to be onstage for the next scene. Don’t squirm at all, because you need to stay in character. Make sure you don’t accidentally leak on stage, because you can see absolutely EVERYTHING under those super bright stage lights, and you don’t want the audience to notice! No, your mic is on when you’re singing backstage, so everyone will hear it if you try to sneak off to the bathroom. Even after the show is over, good luck trying to desperately rip off the layers and layers of costume you’re wearing…