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think-dry-thoughts · 4 months

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a desperate guy fucking you while absolutely bursting. you can't tell if his whimpers are due to his pleasure or desperation, but either way, they're fucking hot.

he wants to pull out and sprint to the bathroom so bad, but fuck, you feel so good. surely he should just pull out for a minute and excuse himself, but a part of him wants to say fuck it and relieve himself inside you so he won't miss a second being inside you.

the decision is made for him quickly as you move in a way that makes him cum almost instantly, and the second he stops cumming he tries to pull out and make a run for it, only for his jelly legs to get him absolutely nowhere and he ends up absolutely soaking you and the bed.

#omorashi #omo #piss desperation #pee kink #piss kink #pee humiliation

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esoterictboy · 1 month

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imagining hanging out with a girl who desperately needs to pee but we’re outside so she just has to pull off her panties and lift up her skirt and squat right in front of me since there’s no bathrooms and when I ask her if it feels good all she can do is moan and nod while the puddle below her gets bigger and bigger

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liquidgoldmachine · 5 months

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What if I just couldn’t hold it and I pissed myself right in front of you?

I could do it Yknow, I REALLY have to go and it’s so tempting to just piss myself right here, like a helpless, leaky nothing…..

#omorashi #trans omo #pants wetting #bladder holding #omo wetting #piss k1nk #piss desperation

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makemea-messs · 13 days

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Tumblr has ruined me. Never been interested in piss play but now all i think about is walking around with someones piss plugged in my ass while hold mine all day.

#cnc k!nk #piss slvt #piss kink #piss desperation #free use slvt #humiliation kink

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lustfullibertines · 8 days

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Trying to run home before I burst and I just couldn’t make it! I wet my jeans right there on the street.

#desperation wetting #desperate to pee #omo wetting #omorashi #pants wetting #pee kink #piss desperation #wet #wetting accident #bladder desperation

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kryspiekream · 6 months

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So uh... this is awkward... but I've been told I have to punish myself.

I had to pee so bad and was told not to. I couldn't go any longer.

I lost control. As punishment, I have to show the world.

This might be the most embarrassing thing I've had to do.

#piss desperation #piss denial #hornyposting #bottomposting

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think-dry-thoughts · 5 months

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A shy boy cuddling with you but he has to pee. This can go one of two ways.

A) he's little spoon, so he's trying real hard not to squirm. You can feel him discretely trying to hold himself and his legs are pressed together so tightly. You can totally reach around an give him an inconspicuous hug, squeezing his bladder more than he can take. Imagine the little hiss of pee coming out of him and soaking the bed as he curls up in an attempt to stop the flow.

B) He's the big spoon, and you can feel him using your body for the pressure against his dick. He wiggles around and tries to get comfy because he doesn't know how to tell you that he needs to get up. You wiggle your ass up against him and the added pressure is just enough to cause the cutest little leaks that soak right through both of your pants.

#omorashi #omo #piss desperation #pee humiliation #piss kink #omocute

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esoterictboy · 8 days

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guided letting go…making a sub hold till they can’t anymore. when they say “I can’t control it anymore” pulling their underwear down of course some pee spurts out so you have to cup them to help them clench like,”c’mon you can do it” while they shake like a dog.

Then when you’ve finally taken their undies all the way off you say, “look at what a wet spot you made, let’s make it bigger”. And you lay their panties down on the floor underneath them, make them spread their legs and they try to hold themselves but start leaking all over their hands. Drops of piss keep hitting their underwear anyways, it’s useless. Then you just say, “let go honey it’s okay” and they pull their hands back and their piss just spurts out like a faucet and soaks all into the fabric and they sigh and exhale all breathy in relief..bonus if you take a picture of their privates glistening and wet from piss afterwards.

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sadistic-softie · 3 months

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Elevator...elevator...fuck...I can't NOT think of piss...

Everyone knows the classic, "elevator breaks down when a character needs to piss," trope. What if...them?

Imagine Wilson as the 'victim'...At first, he denies or downplays his need, but it gets too obvious...I think Wilson would be adorable all desperate and squirmy...just shuffling and sighing in frustration while getting pouty and sarcastic with House who keeps teasing him. I wonder if he'd be the type to groan in desperation. I could totally see him grabbing himself and crossing his legs. Would Wilson be vocal about his needs and keep whining about how bad he needs to piss? How would House react if Wilson started panting, whimpering, shaking and grunting...? Would he keep making fun of him? Would he try to convince him to just let it out so he doesn't get hurt? "Just piss in the corner" or something like that? Would he get quiet and awkward? What If Wilson just looks House dead in the eyes and tells him in a strained voice how he can't hold it much longer? What if he cried a bit? What if he moaned while pissing himself? What would House do? Just...standing next to all this happening...Imagine how humiliating is would be for Wilson...especially when he gets out of the elevator...House would never let him live it down.

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ichasewaterfalls · 4 months

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CAR OMORASHI.

By reading this, you verify that you are 18+ years old, and understand the content you’re about to read is considered NSFW and omorashi-linked, and therefore unsuitable to minors.

I tried to keep the heightening urge to pee in the back of my mind as we sped down the highway towards the mountains. We’d only been driving for an hour or so, and I didn’t want to inconvenience Jake just yet. I was sure that I had a good few more miles left in me before it escalated to emergency status. I’d turned down the initial toilet break before we left, confident in my holding ability and wanting to keep to our strict schedule in order to get to Jake’s parents house before Christmas Eve.

Dismissing the thought from my mind, I instead scrolled the plan I’d written for our trip. Itineraries for each day, special activities for us all, and even a family photoshoot for the entire group. I’d taken joy in planning every family reunion since Jake and I got married 4 years ago. Admittedly, I’d also taken control the 2 years we were engaged, and the 3 years of dating. So with 9 years of planning under my belt, I was confident I knew how to create the perfect festive bash.

That wasn’t the only thing under my belt. My bladder reminded me of its existence as Jake merged rapidly into the left-most lane, and I shivered randomly as a wave of urgency fell down my spine.

‘What the hell? You’re supposed to be in the right lan-‘

Before I told him off for his directional mishap, I looked up quickly to see the lane was blocked off, a massive spill of hay all over the road. Should’ve thought of this as a possibility, since we were just passing the thresholds between country farms and mountainous ranges. My bladder seemed to be passing a threshold too, between uncomfortable and urgent.

‘We’ll have to go the back way. It’ll be about 45 extra minutes added to the journey.’

I sighed with frustration, 45 minutes? Not only did it throw us off schedule, it meant longer for me to hold my increasingly aching bladder.

‘I’ll text your mom.’ I scoffed, quickly shooting the group chat a text to let them know we’d be a bit late. As I put my phone down again, I crossed my legs and placed my hands on my lap, preparing myself to have to place a hand or two between my legs to hold myself.

I must have been shaking without notice, but Jake obviously did. He always did.

‘You alright there? Need a bathroom break?’

‘N-no, I’m fine. I- Yes I need a bathroom break.’

‘I’m not sure where the closest facility is on this road. I don’t normally drive the backroads to mom’s. I’m sure we’ll figure it out babe.’

The drive continued, and so did my need for a bathroom. I now had one hand between my legs, and another hand scanning Google Maps, trying to find any relief stops near us. But of course, rural mountain roads aren’t the most reliable source of internet connection. I thought about asking Jake to stop so I could get out and go, but since everyone was diverted, like us, we had cars in front and behind us. And with narrow, slippery roads, there wasn’t enough space to stop and pull over, or safely get off the road. A sinking feeling set in. My sense of chivalry was no longer important to me, he was my husband after all.

‘Jake it’s getting worse, I need to find relief ASAP.’

‘I don’t know how to help babe, I’m trying.’

He was obviously noticing the severity of the situation, as he placed his foot on the gas, going up to the safest speed limit for these roads. I watched him stare at me anxiously as I shoved both hands inside my pants, trying to hold back the pee from escaping.

As the car climbed higher into the range, my need for a bathroom reached a breaking point, and the urgency in my voice became palpable. "Jake," I gasped, my face contorted with discomfort, "I really can't hold it much longer."

"I know, Clara," Jake signed, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization or a restroom. "Just a little longer, okay? Let's try some deep breathing together."

He reached over, placing one hand on my shoulder to guide me through deep, calming breaths. "Inhale deeply...hold it for a moment...now exhale slowly," he coached, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the seatbelt tightly. "It's not working, Jake," I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation.

But as the minutes ticked by, my resolve wavered. I clutched the dashboard, my face flushed with embarrassment and defeat. "Jake," I whispered, tears forming in her eyes, "I can't...I'm so sorry."

Before Jake could respond, the inevitable happened. My efforts to hold it in proved futile, as the pee rushed out of me, soaking my jeans and the car seat beneath me.

For a moment, silence filled the car, save for my muffled sobs and Jake's stunned expression. The weight of the situation hung heavy between us.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," I managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face.

Jake took a deep breath, reaching over to comfort me. "It's okay sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. "Accidents happen. We'll figure this out together."

#female omo #omorashi #bladder control #omutsu #omo kink #pee kink #piss kink #bladder desperation #piss desperation #pee holding challenge #omo story

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wrentiptoes · 5 months

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I want someone to buy me pull ups at the store, come home and tell me they think I should wear them, just as a trial. After all I almost had that accident while making dinner yesterday, and the day before that peed all down my legs while I was doing dishes.

Tell me it's just for around the house, afterall I've never been *truly* desperate in public. Right? Until a month or so in, my body's gotten so used to just going at the first twinge of my bladder I wet myself in line at the grocery store. They comfort me, let me know it's not my fault, they weren't watching me close enough, I can't be trusted to know when I need to pee, I'm just a little bunny.

Start 'potty training' me at home. Sit me on a potty in front of you every half hour, don't let me up until I pee at least a little bit. Tell me I'm not allowed to go potty by myself, after all the big toilet is only for people and I'm just a little whore bunny. Put me in diapers instead of the pull ups and cut me down from every half hour to once every 4 hours. After all, if I want to wear big boy pants again i need to be able to hold it.

But my little bladder has gotten so used to never being full that I'm leaking before it's even been 1 hour. Tell me that little bunny rabbit pets shouldn't be so expensive, and that if I can't stop wasting diapers you'll get me a litter box to use instead.

Train me to hold, just a little bit. Enough to feel safe taking off the diapers, I can definitely make it to my box to go! After all there's a box in most rooms, or at least some puppy pads.

On my first day out of diapers, make me crawl to follow you, make breakfast, head into your office. Make me kneel at your feet as you sit at your desk to work. Listen to me start to whine and paw at your leg because "I need to tinkle". Tell me I can't go on my own and you're busy. When I start to squirm and grab myself, tell me if I really can't hold it on my own I can use your foot to help, after all bunnies can't use their hands. Help settle me, boycunt pressed against your foot, and feel your sock soak through. At first you can't tell if I'm leaking already or if being made to crawl around and kneel all day has really made me that wet. You can't tell until I start to hump like the pathetic little bunny I am, that only you can make me.

Listen to me whine and whimper as I grind against your foot, trying desperately to get myself off and keep from making a mess. Ignore me as I beg "please sir, i need to go, I'm gonna make a mess". Tell me I know better, that if I wreck your nice floors I'll be licking it up.

Hear the doorbell ring. Look at me, on my knees, sweating, flushed and rutting against your ankle, and tell me to get up. We have visitors after all. Grab the collar around my neck and hook the leash to it, you do so love showing off your dumb little fuck bunny. Lead me to the door, my still on my hands and knees, back arched, boycunt dripping and bladder bulging, and you, fully dressed and one sock soaked through with my slick. There's no litter box or puppy pads in your office, but there is in the entryway and I know if I can angle just right I can plant myself in the straw of the box at the back door.

But we don't go to the back door. We go to the front, to meet your visitors. You haven't told me we're expecting anyone. It doesn't occur to me to be nervous, you've trained me to trust you. Yes it's embarrassing (humilating really) to be naked and so desperate in front of others, but you've made me confident in my use and appeal as a fuck toy. The front door doesn't have a litter box. Puppy pads are easier to explain to strangers. As we round to corner I can see them. Not ideal for how full my bladder is now, but better than wetting your freshly mopped floors.

The glass door of the entry way greets us and behind it 2 of your friends. I know them too, they play at some of the events we go to. The ones I've never been brave enough to volunteer for. They've seen me mostly naked before and definitely seen all the photos of me that you have, but they've not seen this side of me. The desperate, dick drunk, cock dumb bunny in front of them. They've already seen me though and I'm starting to drip more than slick down my thighs, so no time like the present right?

I start to crawl to the clean puppy pads laid down just for me, when my leash goes taught. Tears welling I tug slightly, but it gets me no slack instead only pulling me closer to you. "Come Wren, meet my friends. They came all the way here just to play with you darling boy" and I can't argue with that, not when they've travelled so far.

So thighs pressed tight I toddle my way over to the door and you open it. They step in say hi to you first as both their friend and my owner. Formality dealt with and permission granted they ruffle my hair and tug at my nipples, gently running their hands over me and fawning at you prized show bunny. One dips their hand between my thighs and my legs slam shut. I look up at you, reduced to whines and moans, squirming as I kneel with my knees firmly together and heels pressed against my sopping boycunt. I but my head against you leg and nibble at your pant leg.

"He's soaked, you must have started without us" oh right. One of their hands is still trapped between my legs. I buck against their palm as the fondly my slick folds and little dick. My eyes clench shut as I fight to hold in any drops. They haven't mentioned the puppy pads or that the wetness on my thighs is far to much to just be slick dripping from my cunt. Maybe they haven't noticed?

The man in front of me starts to tease a single thick finger into my boycunt, teasing and caressing me. I fold over at the waist, eyes clenching tight as he gently tugs at my small cock, humming before looking back up at you "I've never seen one so small, aren't bunnies supposed to be a sign of verility?" You laugh as he keeps going, palm now resting against my dick and finger pumping in and out. The leash tugs at my neck but I know if I sit up now it's all over.

I turn my head and squint on eye open. You make eye contact with my and gasp as I loose control for a moment. A short gush of piss flows out of me as I hump against his hand, desperately trying to stem the flow. He draws his hand back, juices coating it as you respond "I thinm you'll notice Wren here is more alligned with the fertility side of things. But if he's disappointed you already I can grab his strap and he can show you just what it means to fuck like a bunny"

I shake as I scooch my way closer to you, every muscle in my body tense to try to keep the flow of piss from soaking the floor and 3 sets of socks. You tap the side of your leg and I rest my head there as your friends rise and continue their conversation. A few moments pass as I heave for breath before I feel a small trickle down my thigh and hump my hips up seeking friction to get myself back in control. You've already said I can't use my hand, but now with your friends here, can I still use your foot? I use my teeth to tug gently at your pant leg and when that recieves nothing more than you hands running through my hair, I tap my head against your thigh. You look at me from the corner of your eye before looking away. "Sir please, I still need-" I don't get very far before you cut me off. "Hush now Wren, people are talking" I whine and push closer to your thigh and you grip the leash tight in your hand, winding it closer and closer to you until I have no slack, chest pressed against your leg and hips pistoning as my knees speard around you ankle.

"Look at him go. Already got him off once and he's still so keyed up he's humping your leg right here where anyone walking by could see." At his words I look out the glass door we 'stand' in front of. He's right, anyone passing by could look in and see me drooling against your pants and stiped naked at the feet of three people. As the rest of his words process I whine "no, no!" At first it's just to mean I hadn't gotten off yet, I always need permission from sir before I can cum and I need you to know I haven't broken that rule. But as I jerk to force the words out, my bladder spasms. A spurt of urine hits the floors, spattering between my spread legs. I try to slam my legs shut again but your leg is firmly between them. My shout cause you to yank the leash, pulling my collar tight against my throat and cutting off my air for a moment.

My eyes roll as I groan and feel heat puddle against my knees, piss flooding out of me and soaking the bottom of your socks before spreading across the hardwood floor. I melt as the tension leaves my body in rivers that trickle into every nook and cranny. As the flow begins to taper off, I roll my head back on my shoulders, hips jumping as I take in 3 pairs of soaked socks. You snap a foot out to hold my hips in place leaving me with the relief of an empty bladder but no friction to relieve the orher itch growing in me.

"If you think you deserve to get off before any of the rest of us after that stunt, you're a dumber bunny than I thought. Clean up your mess and then you can start working for your reward"

#piss desperation #exhibition kink #breeding k1nk #breeding pet #forced wetting #fr33use #free use bunny

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lustfullibertines · 9 days

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