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i haven't been here for so long, that i managed to turn 21 <//3 sorry moots!!

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Working through some old asks I never got too </3

Just some sketches while I get used to my new display tablet :000

Fully headcanon that he cries and whines and makes a big deal about wetting... and then just goes back to whatever he was doing before

This is a common occurrence around the office, unfortunately for everyone else

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A conversation with Chat GPT uses 500 ml of water to cool its server, so every time you want to ask Chat GPT to write piss fic for you, you could just drink 500 ml of water yourself instead and then maybe you will have an idea for a piss fic

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They should invent omorashi where u don’t have to clean up a puddle after

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you artstyle is so charming, this looks amazing <33 also incredibly hot

I offer some random ghost boy omo, lowkey obsessed with the idea of being able to see how bad someone has to go <3

I've not drawn digitally in a WHILE, so this is kinda shaky.

Sorry for being basically dormant for the past 2 months </3

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Hey, if you're reading this, why don't you relax back with your legs spread for a bit.

And since we're here anyway, I think you can hold your bladder for another hour, yeah?

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Omo prompt:

People wet themselves when they die, because all of your bodily functions stop. But person A dies with a full bladder, and so because their bladder emptied itself after they died, their ghost is desperate to pee.

Maybe they haunt a mansion with a fountain in front, so they’re even more desperate.

Someone goes to the house, to get actual live footage of a ghost, but they end up desperate to pee. If they don’t wet themselves from seeing a real live ghost, then the ghost endlessly emptying their bladder in front of them will do the trick.

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Idiot fuckin shrank himself (extremely self indulgent Zelink micro/macro omo)

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The idea of someone being kept full for an entire day but being allowed to let out little amounts so they’re desperate for hours and hours.

Getting to go in a small towel and once it’s soaked they have to stop or else more time is added to the hold. Filling up a tiny cup but if they overflow (which let’s face it they’re totally going to) they have to drink more water to replace what got all over the floor. Emptying into the toilet for 5 seconds but having to cut off without using their hands.

And all these ways of letting them let out just a little bit feel good as they’re happening but right afterwards they feel even more desperate because they just got a taste of relief that was taken away before it could do anything real. So maybe whoever us controlling their bladder has to then help them hold afterward with finger pinching their hole closed or providing a thigh to grind on, all while gently encouraging them and telling them how good they are for staying so full all day for them. Teasing them by reminding them just how much is still left in their bladder that they aren’t allowed to let out until the next barely there taste of relief.

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Faye and River had an agreement. Every night, the bathroom door was locked at 10 pm, and every morning, it was only unlocked at 10 am.

Twelve hours of the day, that bathroom was locked. River had the key, of course. But Faye did not. Tonight was no different than any other night. It was 4am and the bathroom was locked until morning, the only merciful toilet in their little apartment.

The only change this night, though, was just how badly Faye had to piss.

Faye wasn't even trying to sleep anymore. She was tossing and turning in the bed now, a hand shoved down the front of her shorts to squeeze herself, legs shuffled together. She had been trying to ignore her growing need for a half hour now, but as time ticked on, it was only getting worse and worse.

She shifted a pillow between her legs to clamp her thighs around, squirming hard against it. Even if she held until sunlight, she still had far too many merciless hours to hold. She knew now there was no way she'd ever make it until 10 in the morning.

"River." She finally said, starting to shake her awake. River had been awake for the last couple of minutes, though. Pretending to sleep after she felt Faye beginning to grow restless.

"What's the matter Faye?" She asked, smug voice already knowing the truth.

"I'm gonna piss the fucking bed if you don't give me that key." Faye said plainly, unable to stop squirming for even a second.

River chuckled. "Oh, is that so? Hm, that's such a shame." She mused, rolling onto her back to watch the show Faye was putting on.

"I'm not kidding, Riv." Faye pleaded, both hands shoved between her legs as she squirmed.

"Right, and you said that last time you woke me up, and you were completely fine." She shrugged dismissively.

"River please!" Faye gasped. "Please, I'm gonna piss the bed, please, I'm not kidding."

River checked the time. "Only six more hours, then."

Faye felt her entire bladder convulse at the idea of holding it in that long. Even if she could hold it until the morning, six more hours would destroy her. Her bladder throbbed, aching to come out. It sent tingles up her spine the more she pressed that pillow against her thighs. She whined, a leg crossing over her pillow to squeeze.

"Im not gonna make it—" Faye repeated desperately.

"We can see about that," River said with a pleasant little shrug. Willing to put that claim to the test and see exactly how long Faye could really last. "You know the rules. You're going to hold it until that bathroom is unlocked, or face the consequences." River rolled back over and pretended like she was about to sleep, but she had never been more awake in her life. Knowing Faye was this desperate was only the biggest turn on ever.

They had several close calls with Faye frantically jumping and dancing at the bathroom door, and River relished in every single one. But this, the way she was twisted up like a pretzel in the bed, huffing and panting and whining... it was too good to miss.

Faye shook River again, immediately flipping her back over. "Don't you fucking go to sleep on me!" She hissed, tense and irritable as her bladder demanded something be done about it. "I need the key. I need the key this time." She repeated, trying to keep her voice steady and serious. "I'm not going to make it."

River sat up slowly, stretching and yawning and making a big show of it all while Faye groaned and growled at the fact she was drawing it out just to be an ass.

"I know you're not going to make it." River smirked. "But, you were the one who agreed to these rules, right? I expect you to hold it. You're going to hold it until I open that door tomorrow morning."

Faye clutched both hands to her bladder, squeezing between her crotch as she held herself. "Please— fuck! River, I really really really have to pee. I'm going to explode. I'm going to burst. I can't last that long. Please, is there anything I can do?!" She pleaded. Her whole bladder felt like it was pressing downward.

River watched her, seeing that Faye was really at her limit. It was such a sexy sight to see her legs tangled up with that pillow, clutching against herself as she refused to hold still. She had never seen Faye this desperate before.

"It'll cost you, then." She said, scratching the back of her neck casually. "You know I'm not just going to give you the key... but if you can prove you need it, then I guess you can try to convince me."

Faye bent her leg up. Twisting one around the other as both legs began to shake and tremble. All she could do was nod desperately at the idea of relief. So long as she got it. She rubbed her legs together, thighs tense. River reached down and took her hands away from her bulging crotch.

"Stop, I need—"

But Faye was cut off with a stern look. This was her new challenge.

"Hold it. If you so much as piss a drop on my hands right now, I will make you hold until noon with no exceptions."

Faye choked back a gasp as River pushed her hand down against her bladder. Faye yelped, crunching up around herself, thighs slamming together. It took everything in her to not pee herself on the spot. She felt like her body was fluttering. She truly understood what people meant when they said 'their teeth were floating.' She was fully grinding on that pillow like it was her only hope.

"Up," River told her, not giving her a time to recover, helping her to her feet. The moment gravity introduced itself to Faye's bladder, she dribbled a leak down her thighs, warm, hot, and clear. She moaned and her face went red. She heard it hiss in her shorts the moment she stood up. Agony. The wetness on her legs only tempted her aching bladder more. It was pure torture.

River took her time walking her to the bathroom, though for Faye it was more of a hobble. Her hips were jumping and twitching, doubled over in a squirming dance just to hold back whatever ocean was inside of her. Even being this close to the bathroom felt like a proximity sense was going off, making her bladder throb.

River, of course, took her time getting the key out as Faye jumped around, hands buried between her legs.

"Hnnnnh, please, please please—" Faye whispered under her breath as the door clicked open. But River gave her a look.

"Don't get too excited. You're still not going to pee. You're six hours early from when you're supposed to have the bathroom unlocked. So now you have to earn it." River replied smugly. "Now, for every hour you've skipped, you've got a minute on the toilet." She purred.

Faye could only watch in disbelief. Seeing the toilet caused an urge like none other. Her mouth just hung open with a gasp that never quite came.

"Sit." River told her, and the desperate, bursting woman had no choice but to place her ass on the toilet with a body-wide shiver. Her legs scrambled to press together, toes bouncing, making her entire legs shake in a bouncy, needy rhythm. Her body knew she was so close to what she wanted but she still had to hold it back!

"Riverhaaaahh.... fuck... River, come on." She begged deliriously, as the other woman smugly turned on the faucet. "River. River, come on. River, I can't h-hold it.... I c-cant... ahaaahh....."

Drip... drip... fssssss.... Faye shivered with her legs together. She couldn't recall ever being this desperate in her entire life.

A dribble of piss echoed off the inside of the bowl as Faye lost a leak. She fully whined, the sensation maddening. River may as well have told her to hold for all eternity.

Five minutes... dont think about pee, don't think about pee, don't listen to the faucet.

Four minutes.... dontpeedontpeedontpeedontpeedontpeedont— FUCK! As another hot stream splashed into the water, making Faye groan and sigh immediately.

Fsssssss— the little dribble spurted against the bowl with a hiss. Both legs now were shaking uncontrollably.

With three minutes left, River pushed her knees apart, holding her thighs open as Faye fanned her legs back and forth. River was relishing in the power she had over this situation, including every needy whimper Faye had to offer.

"You're lucky I'm so nice," River said with amusement as the faucet blasted in the background. "I could have made you hold until morning just as promised." Her fingertips teased Faye' throbbing bladder. Every muscle in her body ached as her bladder screamed to pee.

"One more minute now," River whispered. Somehow even that final minute felt like the hardest Faye had ever needed to hold. She was moaning and crying out, bucking her hips against nothing just for the mercy of holding, her legs dutifully spread apart by River.

"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God—" she mumbled blearily, in a haze of desperation.

"Now."

On that command, the floodgates burst open, Faye relieving herself with a hissing torrent, slumping against the toilet as her tense body relaxed, overcome with shivers. She twitched softly a few times as an entire flood burst out of her, peeing steadily for a good long minute. River watched her hungrily.

"Well, I hope you see how merciful and kind I am now, letting you pee long, long before you were meant to," River grinned cruelly,satisfied as she turned the water off.

"Because I truly hope you know more— the bathroom will once again be locked until 4pm today. Twelve more hours, Faye Darling... I hope you enjoyed it~"

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i've gotten really into the "locked belt" omorashi lately. like imagine being so, so full, your bladder quivering with how much pee is stored inside you, but you have a tight belt with a lock keeping you from taking it off. You writhe and grip at the belt in a desperate attempt to keep holding on until you're allowed to go, until you have permission to get unlocked and use the toilet, but nope, no relief yet, so you're stuck in agonizing need as pee sloshes and crashes against the walls of your bladder, strained under the pressure of that belt. Imagine looking down at that lock, how taunting is that? Poor little bladder all locked up, too bad you're not allowed to go, I guess you'll just have to keep holding until someone unlocks you.

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Love the idea of omorashi and orgasm denial being used as challenges/punishments for each other. You can finally have that orgasm you've been denied all week, but only if you drink this big jug of water and hold it for 2 hours plus the amount of time it takes you to reach orgasm. You can go take the pee you're desperate for, but you have to edge yourself five times first and give up the chance to orgasm for the rest of the day (or more). Wetting yourself before you have permission and being tied up, edged, and left throbbing and unsatisfied as a punishment. Coming before you were supposed to and losing your bathroom privileges for the rest of the day as a result. The tension and urgent need for release, the absolute relief when you finally get it, the flushed faces and tears threatening to spill over and little moans. Idk I just think we should put these two kinks together more often

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i feel like 90% of omo content out there is focused on Guys and Dudes and like that’s fine and all but can i get a “hell yeah” for people who are mostly/exclusively into female omo? anyways hiiii if this is you then it’s time to think about:

girls whimpering because they have to go so bad

girls crossing one leg over the other and rocking back and forth while sitting

girls grabbing themselves 🥰

girls getting distracted by a hobby (video games, cooking, sports, etc) and not noticing they have to pee until they’re squirming and/or leaking

girls carrying around those huge water bottles and getting a little too hydrated (plus the water sounds become torturous!!!!!)

girls wetting!!!! you know those tight, lightwash skinny jeans? girls wetting THOSE

or honestly girls wetting any clothes but those are my personal fave

omg or tights under a skirt or dress, those are so cute too

girls trying soooo hard to hold

girls dancing around in desperate need of relief

girls! girls!! girls!!!!!!!

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My absolute favorite omo trope EVER:

Only being allowed to let a little bit out and being forced to keep holding the rest.

The sub has been desperate for hours, their strength is dwindling fast and they know they're running out of time. They beg their dom to "please please just let me go a little bit." The dom shows mercy and agrees. The sub dashes for the bathroom and squirms in front of the toilet, waiting for permission to sit. Once granted, they switch to wiggling on the seat, using the last bit of their sanity to keep the flood at bay.

"You will stop when I say stop." The dom reminds their sub, and the sub nods their head vigorously. "Alright. Go." The words had barely finished leaving the dom's mouth before the bathroom filled with the sound of hot piss spraying against porcelain. The sub moans, finally receiving what they needed so badly. "That's enough." The sub's body reacts to their dom's words faster than they can process them and immediately their flow had ended. They whimper and give their dom a pleading look. "You should be nearly empty after that. Come on, wash your hands."

The sub's legs shake as they stand up, tears threatening to appear. It didn't feel like they had gotten any relief at all. In fact, it almost felt worse now. The sub whines and cries as the dom pulls their pants back up, making sure to pat over their extended belly. Next time they ask to let some out, they'll word it better.

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being super into desperation but only a little into wetting is just. why yes i have a piss kink, my favorite part is when ppl are not pissing. for as long as possible, even

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i just saw someone describe a disabled person as "someone with beautiful abilities" i cannot do this anymore

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Imagine Character A, a bratty sub, wants attention from Character B, their workaholic dom. B is sitting at their desk trying to get some work done, but A won't leave them alone - they keep touching and kissing and generally trying to distract B.

Eventually B gets fed up and ties A to a chair, just a few feet behind where B is sitting at their desk: 'Out of sight, out of mind,' after all. And of course A also gets gagged, because if B knows anything about them it's that they're a relentless chatterbox. "You're going to wait here like a good sub until I'm done working, is that clear?" A doesn't give the answering nod, but B wasn't expecting them to. A knows just as well as B does that if they don't behave, they won't get any of the attention they wanted so badly.

They've done this kind of scenario before, and everything is going smoothly - until A realizes that they need to pee very badly. They're not as young as they used to be, and they don't have full confidence that those muscles will hold out until this little game is concluded. They endure the uncomfortable sensation for as long as they can, but then a spike in urgency breaks their resolve. A shakes the cat toy held in their bound hand, signaling the need for a pause.

B comes over and removes the gag. "What is it?"

"I gotta piss like a racehorse."

B considers that - and then ruthlessly responds, "Hold it."

"What if I can't?"

This kind of play isn't uncharted territory for them, and when B just raises their eyebrow and replaces the gag instead of answering, A knows that the only way out would be to safeword by dropping the cat toy. They keep a firm grip on it and try to focus on holding their very full bladder.

They really do make an effort, but the way they've been forced to sit - with their legs spread rigidly apart and their hands tied behind their back - makes an already difficult task impossible. They can't grab their crotch, they can't cross their legs, they can barely even squirm in their seat. They feel the first leak gush out and pool underneath them, and think, They're really going to make me sit here and piss my pants, aren't they? The humiliation of it sends a thrill down their spine.

It's only a minute longer before the inevitable happens. Another leak, and another, and then a steady trickle, until finally the dam bursts. A loses control, their whole body sagging like a puppet with its strings cut as their bladder empties itself. They completely soak their pants, creating a puddle on their seat that very quickly spreads to spill over onto the floor.

At their desk, B doesn't need to look to know what's happened. They can hear the telltale sounds of A wetting themself: their labored breaths, the moans of relief muffled by the gag, the splattering of urine against hardwood floor. B waits like that, listening, until the gushing waterfall slows to intermittent drips. Then they turn around to take in the sight of A sitting in the mess they've made, their face flushed with shame and arousal.