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Check out this sick infographic I made

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so. you just pissed yourself. on purpose. to get out of a situation. but now you're the hardest you've ever been in your entire life. idk im just spitballing here.

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need more content about the little moments of alleviation in omo... a character finally grabbing their crotch after resisting it for so long, and the satisfaction of having their desperation eased even a little bit is so good they let out a helplessly pleased whimper. humping a pillow to help themself hold and sighing at the relief of successfully delaying the inevitable. leaking into their clothes and feeling the need to pee get more urgent, but for those brief, blissful moments where their overworked muscles get to relax and the most sensitive parts of their body are all soaked and warm and comfortable, they feel like they're in heaven. letting a character bask in that temporary respite so that when the urge comes back or gets worse, they're so much more desperate to go

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when the piss runs down his legs and soak his white socks

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I don't know if anyone cares but can I just say I think it was fucked up omorashi dot org deleted the roleplaying realm section of their forum. I never posted on that site anyways but some of those rps had been going for literal years. and they just deleted them? idk if those people who were roleplaying cared but I think that's fucked up.

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collection of other subtle needing to pee things that make me feel insane: hand in pocket. discreetly fiddling with seatbelt so it stops pressing. trailing off mid sentence/general distraction or out-of-character silence. shakily clearing throat to cover up a much more embarrassing noise. hand on knee/upper thigh. gripping onto some sort of object really hard. General Uncharacteristic Restlessness that is Not Obviously linked to needing to pee but is definitely Being Caused by it. any sort of barely audible sound or change in breathing pattern whatsoever. very slight facial expression changes (wincing).

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i loooove subtle squirming so much sorry it makes me feel faint sorry. i love when they need to go so insanely bad but the most they show it is slightly shifting their weight every now and then and maybe a shaky breath or their hand clenching into a fist by their side. and generally having a slightly more awkward/stiff demeanor. does anyone care.

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guy standing around with one hand holding a beer and one hand grabbing at himself and squirming around because he needs to pee. but he keeps drinking his beer

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for the past few months, you’d been leaving your door open whenever you used the bathroom.

click.

your partner always followed you in, always carrying their clicker. they’d sound it several times during your relief.

click.

they said you needed a reward for making it to the toilet, since you had struggled with it a bit in the past. just couldn’t seem to keep your pants dry, but look at you now! all thanks to the clicker.

click.

it would be a shame if they happened to abuse that clicker. if they happened to bring you on a walk in the park with them, keeping you hydrated with a large bottle of water exclusively for you, and the clicker tucked away in their pocket.

you have to use the bathroom? it’s just a mile away. you can hold it till we get there, can’t you?

here, finish this bottle, it’s too heavy with all this water inside. hurry, drink it down. good job.

look at these beautiful plants! let’s stop and take a picture. no, the lighting’s not right in this one, and this one’s blurry. we’ll keep trying until we get a good one. you hold the camera. hold it steady, your hands are shaking.

we’re almost there, the bathroom is right there! don’t rush, we don’t want you having an accident right in front of the door.

or do we?

click.

poor thing. you look so cute in those wet clothes, standing in that adorable puddle you made.

guess we can just pass by the bathroom, then. no, we’re not going home yet, i want to look around some more.

@imthepissman hope you like! :3 tag me if you make any art for this.

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oh no, dude, you smoked the weed that makes you wet your pants. yeah it's gonna start happening uncontrollably. only thing to do is put on one of these diapers i keep around...

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internet show me people wearing suits. show me people wearing suits on the verge of wetting themselves and trying very hard to hide it. show me them doing anything in their power to prevent their subordinates from seeing them like this. show me them breathing heavy and sweating and stiffly shifting around and choking on their words and making excuses to leave this conversation with as straight of a face as they can manage so they can awkwardly half speed-walk half hobble to the nearest unoccupied bathroom. show me them frantically undoing their pants as soon as they’re out sight. show me the look of bliss breaching the embarrassment when they can finally go. show me the wet patch in their underwear that they pretend to themself is sweat but the audience knows is not. show me them washing their hands and splashing water on their flushed face and fixing their hair and fixing their suit and leaving the bathroom looking visibly more put together than how they entered.

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guy who is a heavy sleeper being woken up by his bladder. sleepy and comfy, he just ignores it and tries to go back to sleep. as he drifts in and out of sleep, his need gets progressively more urgent, but so does his resolve to actually catch more solid sleep. subconsciously, he goes to hug his comforter between his legs, eventually ending up with it bunched up high between his thighs, his ankles crossed to help. he starts to squirm and rock back and forth, trying to suppress the need for a bit longer. the motions have his soft dick slowly drag inside his loose pyjama pants, providing a gentle friction that toon have him not so soft anymore. he ends squeezing his thighs and grinding, now not only as a way to hold back his need to relieve himself but also because it just feels good. having an erection does help him hold, so much so that he manages to fall back asleep for a while… until he awakes again, now positively desperate. he finds himself already humping the bunched up comforter, softly panting, when he comes to realize his predicament. he needs to go now. he’s still sleepy tho, sluggish from waking up, and also finding it hard to think, because of his pressing need, and also the jolts of pleasure coursing through his groin with every shift. he’s fully hard, hard and leaking precum in his pyjama pants. the urgency of the situation means he can’t just stop grinding or he fears he’ll lose control. if he was more awake, he’d trust himself to make it to the bathroom quickly, but he isn’t, and he also can’t deny his slightly delirious self that this feels good. unable to reason, all he can do is hold onto the comforter tighter so it’s pulled taught between his thighs, providing both much needed pressure to help his bladder, and pleasure that makes his eyes roll back behind his closed eyelids. he desperately humps the blanket, feeling his desperation heighten and his muscles weaken—he has no idea how ling he’s been holding like this, but it must’ve been a while for how tired he feels already. pissing the bed isn’t an option tho, so he continues and can only moan in pleasure at the friction on his hard, leaking dick. a particularly good thrust sends him twitching in near overstimulation, and he has to halt his motions for a moment. doing so is what makes him leak for the first time. the feeling of warmth blooming on his dick head makes him frantic, he immediately resumes his humping with urgency. his pyjamas are too rough on his sensitive skin now, threatening his very control, but he he does dare stop or slow slow. he yelps and his hips stutter when another leak escapes him, and then another, and then another. feeling the limits of his ability to approach, he starts humping with desperate and renewed vigour, only speeding up every time his muscles spasm and another spurts escapes him. through it all, the pulses of warmth make his precum-slick pyjamas feel good like nothing else on his throbbing erection. unable yo think of getting up and making mad dash for the toilet—unable to think at all—the guy only moans and gasps as he begins losing control, though he never stops trying to hold it. he’s not done having an accident, and trying not to, when the pleasure in his stomach reaches a peak. he leaks forcefully, gasps, twitches, and then ruts against the blanket in short little trusts, until he forgets everything about holding and can only chase his imminent orgasm. he comes like that, hot and intense, inside his pyjama pants. for a brief moment, he forgets all about his desperate need to piss and just lays there, grinding, milking it out, until the pleasure begins to recede and his desperation comes back all at once. he leaks, a strong spurt that hisses, and immediately doubles down on his frantic grinding, only, this time, the movement is nothing but overstimulating his sensitive dick, so soon after coming. it has the opposite intended affect, as the sensation makes him twitch and his exhausted muscles spasm, allowing more piss to escape him. he tries to cling to control, he really does, but it’s futile.

moaning from the harsh overstimulation, he doesn’t stop grinding, too far gone to reason that it’s no use, besides, it still feels good through the pain. with every rut, more piss leaks out of his dick, which refuses to fully soften under the constant stimulation. just like that, he slowly loses control of his bladder, until a near continuous stream is pouring out. elated, he continues to rub his hard dick through it. he doesn’t stop when the stream finally dims and stop, still turned on beyond relief. right away, he grinds to another orgasm, not satisfied until his dick is throbbing in his pants again and the pleasure overwhelms him.

while he lays in the aftermath, soaked and twitchy, his bladder throbs again, and he can’t help but moan as the very last drops escape him, feeling almost as good at the other type of relief he just got.