omocute

I danced from foot to foot and snatched the next empty hanger off the closet rod. Three shirts left to hang. Then at least I could sit and press my heel up into my crotch to help ease the pressure while I folded my socks.

Gotta pee gotta pee gotta peeee, I thought, bringing my legs together and bobbing up and down a couple of times before going back to my nearly-incessant shifting from one foot to the other. By the time I got the shirt straight on the hanger, my hand was trembling so much it took a few tries to get the hanger back onto the rod. To make things worse, the next hanger got stuck coming off, and I bent it a little from tugging on it too hard in my desperation to get it free.

I fumbled with the next shirt and dropped it on the floor. Bending over to pick it up increased the pressure so much I almost dropped the hanger too; as it was I had to quickly stuff my hand between my legs to keep myself from leaking.

Oh god, that was close.

Fortunately, hanging this shirt and the last one went smoothly. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together as hard as I could, then dropped to my knees and pressed my heel right where I needed it the most.

“Ohhh…” Even that tiny bit of relief felt so, so good.

I rushed through the socks, only folding each pair rather than rolling them up like I would normally. Rocking on my heel, I dumped all of them into the open drawer below my shirts and shoved it closed.

Now to stand up. Ohh, I have to pee so bad…

My muscles trembled in the brief second when I switched from my heel to my hands. Somehow I managed to hobble out of the small walk-in closet and over to the nightstand by my bed without feeling like I was about to leak.

Please, please, I thought, my gaze fixed on the shallow bowl of folded papers sitting on the nightstand.

Letting go with one hand made my bladder spasm, even though the other was still in place, helping my tired muscles to hold on. I picked up one of the papers and shook it to unfold it, praying it was the one that would finally let me have my relief.

WHABAM I’M BACK with another omo post

I may or may not have gotten this idea because I just went to a concert (Motionless in White, woohoo!) but yEA anyways

waiting in line all day so they’re desperate before the show even starts

not wanting to leave the line for fear of losing their spot

people around them refusing to hold their spot because “they’ve been waiting all day too, you can hold it” (ik this doesn’t really happen, people are usually really nice about it, but sometimes you encounter assholes)

getting barricade, and the people behind them keep pushing them, so their bladder gets pressed into the barricade

crowd surfing with a full bladder. They either somehow end up crowd surfing on their front with lots of hands pressing into their bladder, they awkwardly try to hold themselves, or end up wetting on top of a bunch of people

the venue being so full they can’t manage to squeeze past anyone to find a bathroom

its a hot day, so they have to drink lots of water

being one of the lucky ones who gets pulled up on stage, but now they can’t squirm/fidget and have to talk/act normally

dark venues+dark clothes so they jUst,, wet whenever they feel the urge

not wanting to loose their spot in the crowd/loose their friends

trying to mask their potty dancing as them just dancing to the music

a lot of times the floor is wet and sticky with spilled drinks/beer/various types of alcohol.. no one will notice if they squat down and add another puddle..