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.

the catgirl princess's head maid hates her..,she got tucked in and then didnt even get a goodnight kiss.,.,.not even one goodnight kiss with tongue.,.,.not even a goodnight makeout session as she forced her tongue in and pinned her princess against the bed and ground against her.,..,.,.evil head maid who hates catgirl princess.,..,.,...,.

Hm. Maybe you could try what my lady has done, and make these makeout sessions required by royal law?

(Of course, this was law in her kingdom before I was 'hired' as her head maid. If anything, enforcement would only be needed to get me off of her. >:3)

(catgirl princess who reached the last bit and her brain overheated) hmmmm. a very good suggestion. the head maid should be forced by royal law to get off on me..,.,.,.

the catgirl princess is frankly insulted her maids would call her "knotbait". all she's been doing is dressing in her sluttiest outfit while edging herself for hours outside the puppygirl's room. purrfectly normal behavior. now if they are done mocking her can they open the door so the puppygirl sees her.,..,.,..

when u unholster the gas pump and expose its insert and u push it into ur cars hole and feel the hose stiffen with liquid and u hold down on the trigger watching your cars tank fill all the way up until its close to its breaking point and only then do u let the pump slide out and its still dripping and u plug ur car up to make sure nothing leaks out and u dont even clean the pump as u hang it back up for the next car to enjoy

we need normal porn back on this website

do you think regular cars get jealous that the electric vehicles are getting plugged into a vibrator or do the EVs get sad because they can't feel their tanks get heavy and full with oil

this one's a bit of a journey but you gotta stick with me here.

imagine, if you will, a robot maid. She is connected with you via microchip either on your brain or near something vital so that she can tap into your brainwaves and emotions. This is so she can sense your wants and needs immediately as they pass through your mind in order to serve you before you realize you even need to be served. In another world she'd probably accidentally kill someone you got mad at but this is piss world where only the hottest stuff happens so that's not a worry. You've attempted to get her to do some holds for you, but it didn't work before because she got too worried about your health and guilt-tripped you into going. That's the set dressing.

Okay. Something happens. Your robot maid girl glitches out. And it seems okay for a bit. she still cares for you. But then there's a twang in your bladder.

you think, I kind of need to go to the bathroom. and then you move on because it's not that bad yet.

your maid glitches. She hears, I kind of need to- need to go to the bathroom. It's a bit confusing to process.

Oh! She understands! What you want is to need to go to the bathroom! She can do that!

roadtrips with a partner who absolutely needs to pee and is way too embarrassed to tell you

you notice them getting fidgety, beginning to squirm or rock back and forth slightly. maybe they get quieter or shorter with their responses, very clearly distracted by something. but when you ask if they're okay, they deny that anything's wrong. plastering on a smile for you, maybe even relaxing their muscles or removing their hands from their thighs to seem more convincing.

and praying you don't see the little leak that spurts out when they do.

you keep asking as the drive continues, even suggesting that you can stop at an upcoming gas station. but they keep refusing, even knowing damn well that there will be no places to stop for a while.

what was focused silence soon becomes little whimpers and panicked breaths as they realize there is absolutely no way they're going to hold it until the next stop. still too shy to voice their issue, they resort to looking at you with teary eyes, silently begging that you'll notice the problem.

and you do, when you eventually look away from the road. a solid minute after they first started staring.

"what's up, baby?" no response. just a whine. but your eyes flick down to their lap, where there's a small (but growing) wet patch.

"oh honey. you gotta pee? why didn't you tell me?"

maybe they stay quiet, or maybe they rush out an explanation of how they were too embarrassed to say anything, but now they're realizing how bad it is, and they aren't sure they can make it and-

another whine, stronger this time, as their muscles relax a little too much and a forceful leak further wets their pants. they immediately rush into apologies, a high pitched little "imsorryimsorryimsorry-" as they try to stop the leak before it gets your seat wet.

the embarrassment completely fades, replaced by desperate need. "shit shit shit i can't hold it, i have to pee so fucking bad- i swear to god i'm gonna piss myself. can you please pull over?"

but you're on the highway. there's nowhere safe to pull off. this entire ordeal could've been avoided if they'd just asked to pee when you passed the gas station a couple miles ago, but alas. and they're well aware of the fact it was their fault, too. which makes the frustration that much worse.

they leak again, more this time. and realize very quickly that this is it. "oh god, i can't- stop it. i'm going. i'm peeing myself. fuck. oh fuck, that feels so good."

their body relaxes and their thighs spread as they give up their attempts to stop the flood, instead basking in how fucking good it feels to finally go. the sound of their stream soaking their clothes and the seat fills the car, alongside their little moans of relief. your hand reaches out to brush against their thigh, feeling the liquid soak through, as you murmur out a condescending little...

"what a mess. you're too embarrassed to ask to stop to pee, but you're not too embarrassed to piss yourself in front of me? or did some part of you want this to happen, baby? did you want to make a mess for me?"

they just whine in response, still blissed out from the relief. but the little smile on their face tells you everything you need to know.

robot girl with a translucent casing and you can see her overfilled bladder

One of my biggest fantasies is to have someone force me to pee myself then use that as a reason to punish me.

I want them to lock my belt over my jeans. Making sure there is absolutely no way I could possibly pull them down. Feed me too many drinks and be mean to me about how much I’m squirming. Be so condescending about it. “Baby, why are you wiggling so much? Oh you have to pee? Someone your age should be able to hold it. Now sit still.”

I’ll hold on as long as possible before I have a genuine accident. My body will make the decision for me, even if I was still trying to be good and hold. I want them to laugh in my face. Let me know that “if I want to act like a baby, they will treat me like one.”

Force me into a diaper as I cry and protest that it’s not fair. That they caused me to have an accident. Make me finally admit to it in the most embarrassing way possible that I chose to pee myself because I like it. Make me wear the diaper for the rest of the day, constantly feeding me water still and mocking me. My bladder would already be so weak from my earlier accident that I would have another one in my diaper. Make fun of me for that and use it as proof that I really am just a stupid slut who needs someone to control her. Make me admit that I’m your toy and can’t even control when and where I go pee.

something in omo that is not nearly appreciated enough:

CAR OMO WHERE THE DRIVER IS THE ONE WHO’S DESPERATE

say it with me now

CAR OMO WHERE THE DRIVER IS THE ONE WHO’S DESPERATE

let’s look at the facts here. car omo is amazing. you have an enclosed space with not very much room to move around, a seatbelt holding you in place and possibly pressing on your bladder (it almost certainly is), and potentially other people to witness the suffering and shame of whoever it is that needs to go. the road might be bumpy, it might be a hot day and everyone’s drinking lots of fluids, and they might even drive by a very conveniently located waterfall (courtesy of meanie author). and i haven’t even gotten started on the trope that is “shy character is forced to hold it on a road trip ‘cause they can’t bring themself to ask for a rest stop so they can pee” oh my LORD

but consider this. at the very least, they can still hold themself with both their hands and pour all of their concentration into keeping every last drop of liquid inside. well, once you’re the driver??? yeah you’re not exactly gonna be able to do that.

you have to focus on the road. you have to keep your legs extended to push on the gas pedal and the brake. you have to use at least one hand to steer. you have to put enough concentration into driving to not get into an accident, which just means less of your attention for your very persistent problem. 

and yes, true, if they’re the driver they can stop anytime they want. but if there are others in the car with them, they still have to come up with a reason why they’re suddenly frantic to pull over as soon as they spot a gas station. and if they have to be somewhere in a certain amount of time, they also have to account for that.

just like,,,, picture your fave sitting behind the wheel, one hand firmly dug into their crotch as they bounce their knee and adjust their seatbelt every few seconds and swear loudly every time they hit a red light because they can feel themself leaking onto the seat and their driving is much more careless than it usually is just because they’re so desperate

all i’m saying is, anyone who’s driving like that with such a full bladder might be in danger of more than one type of accident. ;))))) seriously this is so underappreciated

fun fact i end up like this nearly every time i do a road trip 🤭 it’s sooo fun being the one who just keeps missing exits because “i need to make good time!!” and there’s videos of the results on a twitter of mine.. (the name inside my blog)

can’t wait for the next one ;3 you’ll all be the first to know~

one of my favorite fantasies is someone presenting a slideshow to an audience about how currently desperate to piss I am, my partner taking a pointer stick and outlining the small bump forming on my stomach, compassionately explaining that the data suggests I won't be able to hold much longer, and passing me around the audience to feel how hard my bladder's become as they discuss amongst themselves in amazement

gonna have a drink , home alone, anyone want to suck my dick ?

only if you promise to pull my hair and hold me down onto it :33

rb to give prev a tender loving pawjob

How do you call a cat girl who likes omorashi?

Pisspisspisspiss

having a piss kink is just like. hydrating but u have an ulterior motive