zomb | 25 | he/him | My omorashi/pee desperation sideblog. A lot of kink stuff and it definitely gets weird. I love drawing and writing about this stuff too.
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the best part about being fat is that you push on your gspot from the inside when your bladder is full. It’s not full power yet but damn. When I say my bladder is more of a sex organ than my actual pussy im not kidding!! Nothing done to my pussy is half as good as my bladder pulsing
I do adore stories where a bunch of people are all desperate to pee and trapped in a car/elevator/train/whatever, and they have one little container that they pass around so that everybody gets to relieve themselves a little bit—but they all promise not to let too much out and cheat the next person out of their tiny taste of relief.
Of course the plan is all going to break down because nobody can pee enough to get any real relief. And then somebody who was barely holding on starts to pee a little bit but ends up gushing uncontrollably into the cup while everybody shouts at them to stop.
And then the next person over, who’s been waiting this whole time to get their turn, just panics and takes things into their own hands before the gusher can fill it to the brim. And they yank the cup out of their hand and without planning just shove their fingers into their neighbor’s crotch and forcibly squeezes their urethra shut to stop them spurting, because they know that’s the only way they’re going to get a chance to pee. Only now they’ll have to spend the rest of the time with one hand plugging somebody else’s peehole while the owner of said peehole grinds into their fingers like their life depends on it.
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Incredible how a super full bladder turns the lower belly into a new erogenous zone. Best part of the body just got even better. Cute tummy is now swollen and hypersensitive and makes you squirt pee when you press it. Amazing.
Ok so we’re in a movie theatre watching your favorite movie that came out in the 70s but is only in theatres again for today and you don’t want to miss a second of it but you’ve had a 32 oz icee and a 16 oz coke and you’re about to explode. I’m worried about you (but also kind of enjoying this) and I’m trying to convince you to use the bathroom by pointing out water scenes in the movie and whispering in your ear about how you’re holding 1400 ml and the average bladder should really only hold 1000 max. Are you crossing your knees? Are you rocking back and forth in your seat? Are you reassuring yourself that you can wait because you’ll never have another chance to see this movie on the big screen? Can you hold it?
letting him pee for like 5 seconds and telling him to stop and that he “clearly doesn’t need to go anymore”… watching all of the desperation immediately return to his face with a mix of horror when he realizes that he won’t ever get to feel fully relieved if there’s anything i can do about it. he’d just beg and beg and honestly it’d take so much self control to let him. he has no clue how bad it’d get if he’d actually let me do some of the stuff i’m into. like the thought of him crying in pain with the amount of pressure in his bladder makes me feel butterflies— i’m so fucked up but oh my goddd. or like scratching him with my nails while he has to go and him letting go for a second because of the stimulation and surprise and ending up just an embarrassed and disgusting mess even if it’s just a small spot.
Okay but making someone hold until their bladder is full and then telling them you're going to fuck the piss out of them, but as soon as they start leaking, you press your finger against their urethra so that nothing is able to come out and torture them by slamming against their bladder from the inside.
This is looong by my standards and I love it :3 if people want more of this specific story let me know :3
(yes I did post this early and delete it oops)
You've known you can technically hold forever for a while. Your muscles aren't strong enough to keep it in forever, but through some magic of science not you, or the doctors could understand, no matter how much or how frequently you hold, you can't be hurt by holding. Of course, there's a lot of demand for this ability. Funnily enough, most of it comes from the scientific community trying to figure out how it works to see if they can replicate it. The rest comes from the... Expected sources.
Well, you're 4 hours deep into a hold, when you get another call about an experiment. And a job? You take a minute to listen to the offer, not because you need the money (you've gained more than enough though being the only guinea pig able to be tested for this) but because at this point, it's been pretty nice to participate in them. Being pulled from your thoughts, you take a listen to the offer. According to them, you'll have to be plugged shut for a while, and be given a bunch to drink. It's maybe an hour drive away, and that you can come down for it whenever. After thinking it over for a bit, you grab things you'd need to stay down there for a while, not the whole experiment, that could be literally forever. You grab a bunch of miscellaneous stuff, most notably, a water bottle. You carry it around with you everywhere, not a thing with the experiments, you just like having it. You have a liter of water before heading down, just because you're already holding, why not?
You should up, bladder feeling pretty full, but you know that's gonna change whether you like it or not. You go in, sign some paperwork after making sure there's an "emergency out" process in case of danger with the hold. You're welcomed in, and presented with the plug. They ask you to pee first, which is disappointing but you oblige, and are then presented with the plug. You realize they never actually told you about the job, but after asking they tell you that "it's pretty uneventful, picking up some stuff, just hanging out around a basic pool type area. This, along with the room you'll be staying in will be recorded. Either way You'll get 4 hours of privacy a day, and have to drink 4 liters of water a day. You'll have to take a diuretic every day, too. How does that sound?"
Immediately, you can see through the lying about the job, the point is to have you in an area filled with water, and probably for the less scientific reasons. Either way, you agree.
Day 1: given the first bit of water, and having the diuretic you're shown to the room you'll be staying in, for now. It's a nice room, got a computer, laptop, and other stuff that they promise are not recorded, unlike all the cameras. You don't feel much for a while, but it's later and you just had the water, it'll take a minute.
Day 2: you wake up way fuller than usual, especially for one of the experiments, but you know exactly what you signed up for. You've got a bit of a bulge when you look down, pressing on it, it's super sensitive. You squirm and wish you had privacy right then for... Reasons. Ironically the room has a bathroom where there aren't cameras so you technically could, but that probably isn't a good Idea. After messing around for a while, you're asked to come to the "job site" after being given 2 liters. After a very elaborate path filled with water, you're given a wet suit (very tight on you, but manageable.) it takes a noticeable effort not to make a noise from how it pushes on your bladder. As you get show in through an airlock (solely because it "looks cool" which, they seem to be right about.) "Here's the job site, here, you'll be free to do whatever, sometimes employees will come down here, recreationally. If you give them permission to, they can be allowed to flirt with you and ask to do stuff with your bladder. Like pushing on it, or squeezing or stuff like that. Most employees have bathing suits, you have a wet suit so-"
A booming voice comes from the sky, too high to be an intercom. "SO I THE AUTHOR CAN KEEP IT GENDER NEUTRAL PROBABLY ASSUMING I DIDN'T MESS UP BEFORE NOW"
"... Yeah, that. Don't worry about it, that hasn't happened before ever, and probably shouldn't again. Anyway, enjoy your stay."
As they start to walk away, they 180 and say "Oh before I go! There's complimentary drinks over there, I'm sure you'll end up having a lot of those! Also, I'm supposed to introduce myself, I'm Connor! Did you know that it's technically androgynous? There are women named Connor, which I think is neat. And no, I'm not non-binary, I use he/him. Anyway I'm actually done this time, have fun!"
As you finally look over to where you'll be working, and not just the drinks stand you see an enormous water park, and you wonder where the hell they got this from. You don't waste any time immediately running to go on the rides, who knows for how long you'll be able to go on them without your only thoughts being about peeing. You make stops at the drink station all the time, waiting as you get even fuller. By the end of the day you are incredibly full, this being much longer than your usual holds, even for experiments. You also learn that the drinks at the place, while not only do they not count towards the 4 liters, they have diuretics in them too. After having the remaining 2 liters and diuretic, you retreat to your room, bladder very noticeably bulging out. As you go to bed again, you wonder how it will be in the morning.
Day 3: this is the fullest you think you've ever been. Most experiments are endurance based to see just how long you can hold for, not volume based. This one is different. Your bladder is huge. Almost the size of a basketball, and you love it. You weren't expecting to love it so much but you absolutely do. You get up, and hunch over from desperation, and rush to get the water and diuretic for today. A side effect of your condition that you're only just now learning is that you're immune to water poisoning. You chugged the 2 liters too fast for a normal person, and they rushed you to the medic they have on standby, but you were completely fine. 4 liters in an hour and not a negative side effect.
you use this to your full advantage, and ask for another liter, and they happily oblige. Connor the self insert I wanted to have, comes to bring you to the job site again. Bladder rapidly swelling, you agree. 30 minutes later, you put on that wetsuit again and it feels like it near crushes your bladder, you double over in desperation, feeling like you can't move, but you slowly manage to regain your composure. You immediately go and down drink, after drink, after drink, after drink. By the time you're done, you realize you spent most of the day chugging water. Oops. Tearing the wetsuit off once you leave you look down and see that bulge is massive. It's looking like they crammed a whole watermelon into your bladder. They don't let you take the diuretic that night. And removed the diuretic from the drinks for safety reasons, lame.
Day 4: you wake up and that bladder is bigger than most things around you. The only thing it's not bigger than is the furniture. And not by much either. The desperation hits you like a truck. You reach down to hold yourself, only to jerk your hands back up after your arms pressed on your bladder. You try to get up but you're absolutely bursting. If you were normal, you would be dead. Today, you don't have to go to the job site, you're getting tested! It was planned for the end of the week, but you might not fit into the office if it's not now. After being brought into the doctor's office, 2 things happen.
1. You're informed that you're going to be in here much, much longer than previously thought, as the plug is stuck, and even if it wasn't, you're not allowed to take it out until you put your 2 weeks notice in, and officially quit your job. Uh oh.
2. The study is progressing nicely, they've gained a lot of info, and want you to stay for a month, if possible. They're paying an absurd amount. 10 million dollars a week for the study. With a bonus 60 million if you do the whole month. $100,000,000 dollars if you finish the experiment. The job is almost more obscene, 100,00 dollars an hour. Where the fuck are they getting this money from? Well, you'll be here for a while, you can't turn that kind of money down, especially if it's something this enjoyable. For now, at least...
This is where I'm ending the story for now I spent an hour writing this and I need to go eat something
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Boyfriend who manipulates me into holding my bladder. Takes me out shopping the whole day, buying me slushies, iced coffee, juice, boba tea. Keeps taking me into stores, and when I start getting distracted and wiggly and asking to use the bathroom, he grabs my arm firmly and says “But don’t you want this cute lingerie set? I think you should try it on.” While he puts his arm around me and his fingers graze my lower belly. I need to go pretty bad but he’s so persuasive. 30 minutes later we walk out of the lingerie store. I’m urgent now. “Babe, I need to go. Now.” His grip tightens on my arm and he whispers in my ear “You need some new jeans. Your old ones are loose - I need to see your ass. We’re going into American Eagle.” I’m on the verge of leaking, and mortified when the attendant has to bring me jeans 3 sizes bigger than normal. My bladder is bulging fat and round in my lower belly. The attendant beams at me. “Your first?” She says. “You’re glowing!” And I realize she thinks I am pregnant. My bf stands there with a smug look on his face. I go back into the dressing room and try to take the pants off, but I realize I am trickling pee into the pants. They aren’t even my size! But my boyfriend says he is buying them anyway as he expects to have me this size a lot more often. And he buys the next size bigger, as he says my tummy will grow as I get used to holding my pee longer. I blink back tears. He has found a way to indulge his breeding, piss, domination, and expansion kinks. And I am his vessel.
Imagine being sent in to a special clinic, not really knowing what was wrong but knowing your partner was concerned for you.
the doctor asked a few questions before having you sit in a gynecologist chair. It seemed normal but you noticed your pelvis was tilted more then usual, it left all three of your holes exposed.
"I just need you to remove your undergarments before we continue with this." the doctor who was showing you to the exam room said. you did as instructed and soon you were laying with the unnecessarily high fan blowing at your vulva and clitoris.
"we'll start with endoscopies of the bladder and uterus, to check for abnormalities."
you bit back a cry as upu felt a cold tube go through your urethra, youcleched around it and felt the doctor push down with the ultrasound. you regretted how full your bladder was as you felt a squirt come out.
"you may need to be cathetered for this visit if your muscles are that weak." the doctor said, unhelpfully.
the machine inserted into your vaginal canal and with the weirdest pain you'd felt pushed in. the ultrasound pressed more directly on your rock hard bladder and more leaked out.
"I was going to let you be for one accident but two shows a problem with your bladder. possibly inflamation or weak muscles" he added.
a long intimidatingly thick tube was pulled from a nearby cabinet and lubed up. you felt an awful burn and then a pinch as the bladder sphincter was pushed past. the catheter wasn't clamped though. rather it was connected to an IV.
"to test your capacity" he said apologetically and before you know you saw the doctor squeeze the bag and felt fluid rushing into your bladder. you hadn't known you could feel this full and just as you thought the discomfort couldnt get worse the doctor called one of his nurses over to continue the ultrasound.
"you'll need to keep this in for at least a day. your bladder is too used to just releasing which can't be healthy for it."
the doctor pushed more liquid into your bladder and you saw stars. there was still almost half of the bag full.
"please...ugh"
more water was pushed in as soon as you uttered the word please. a third of the bottle seemed left. you squirmed around as you heard the doctor count to three and you felt the worst pressure you'd ever felt in your bladder as the doctor squeased the last of the bag in all at once.
"stand"
you stood, struggling to move without your bladder hurting.
"we have more procedures but for now its time for exercises."
A full bladder feels so urgent, but it’s lying to you. When you have a bladder that’s so so full, you need to relax into it, let it be huge and heavy, run your hands over the bulge of your lower belly, and feel how perfect it is. You need to force all that pee that’s screaming at you to let it go to be still.
Because there’s no release coming. You’re never going to pee. You’re just going to hold it and hold it and hold it and get fuller than you ever thought possible. It’s no use squirming or being impatient. You’ll just have to learn to love the way your bladder swells, the ecstasy of pressure, the maddening spasms that will only get worse the longer you hold. You have to love being desperate like it’s the best thing in the world.
You have been driving for miles, your bladder is filled to the brim, the weather is really bad outside and you're running out of gas.
You haven't peed since the night before, the whole day was such a rush and your bladder is begging for relief.
You're forced to pull over in a neighborhood and try and get some help with your car as it is breaking down in real time. (or perhaps use a restroom)
You knock on the door to the nearest house, and you are greeted by a very kind individual. They immediately invite you into their home and listen to your plight. They feel so bad for you that you have had such a bad day. They especially sympathize with your ever expanding bladder that is just waiting to empty.
As kind as this person is, they don't lead you to the bathroom, so you assume you aren't allowed to use it to be respectful. Despite your bladder about to burst, you will not pee in someone's toilet without explicit permission.
This person feeds you and gives you plenty of fluids to drink. They are so generous and give you neverending refills of your favorite drinks.
After nighttime hits, they order you to go to bed. They insist that you listen to what they say until the storm blows over.
The bedroom they put you in is a big and comfy bedroom with lots of games, books, and toys. There is also a bathroom attached to this bedroom. You instinctively thank the owner for giving you a place to stay during such a tough moment in your life.
They giggle at your appreciation and get you into comfortable pajamas. Its as creepily intimate as you think it is.
They give you a hug and a kiss and send you to bed. They close the door and lock it from the inside out so you cannot escape.
As you inspect the bathroom attached to your bedroom, you feel like you're about to explode with a presumed toilet nearby.
To your horror, this is a fake bathroom. There is no toilet in this bathroom at all. The shower is padlocked so you cannot relieve yourself in there either. The sink is practically nonfunctional. Its much too high to climb over without peeing all over yourself from the contortion you have to do. There is also no inverted dome shape on the sink, it is entirely flat and the running tap would make a mess.
Tears start welling up in your eyes as your intention to pee is halted by this fake bathroom.
You walk up to the bedroom door and jiggle the doorknob to try and open it, you unfortunately realize that you are locked in and must hold it.
Even in this helpless state, you still don't want to wet the floors or furniture of this kind person's home.
You lie on the bed and hold your crotch as tightly as you can.
You last the night and you managed to not wet yourself, but your bladder is fuller than ever. It is bulging out of your stomach and it is throbbing intensely.
You have no idea what to do and then you hear the door unlock. The kind individual returns and sees you in your vulnerable and compromised state.
"Now I don't want to freak you out, but having you here has made me the happiest I've ever been. I really do love taking care of sweet and obedient subs like you!"
You are in complete shock, why would this person outright admit this? Especially when you're so vulnerable and at their mercy.
"I'm going to be your new owner now, and life is going to be a little different!"
The person has such a sinister smile on their face while giving you the horniest gaze you've ever seen.
thinking about gary clutching his crotch, twisting his legs, bending over out of sheer desperation, even though the seal wouldn't let him have an accident
Ooohhh that is so hot
He would absolutely still be grabbing himself despite the seal being on him. It would drive him crazy
This is definitely inspo for me, I may draw these exact things 👁
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