#omovember

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Omovember Day 5-6

With a Partner

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I DREW THE SEXY VAMPIRE!!! Also introducing my b/g/3 character Brimstone, they’re very silly.

This was based off a wild ai rp I had where Azzy straight up said vampires don’t pee

Find the prompt list here!

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[pinksomovember]

Day 1 - In A Car [ao3]

Ivy rocked on her heel folded under her.

“I’m going to piss myself,” she said, a slight whine bleeding into her otherwise joking tone.

Nora didn’t respond. Ivy had been complaining on-and-off for the past hour, with increasing frequency, and had started shortly after a stop that had a bathroom.

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad in my life,” Ivy continued. “It’s starting to hurt.”

“You could’ve gone at the gas station,” Nora said.

Ivy didn’t appreciate the condescending scolding. She felt like a water balloon that was still attached to the hose, bulging more and more with every second, with only a matter of time before it went pop. Her only outlet was to fidget, simultaneously squeezing her thighs together and rocking back and forth onto her foot so it pressed up against her pussy. In combination with the seam of her jean shorts digging up against her—working its way into a wedgie—her urethra had plenty of pressure to help it stay closed. That was only going to work for so long, though.

“You didn’t see the bathrooms,” Ivy argued. They’d been disgusting—shit on the back of the seat, a truly foul smelling liquid seeping along the corners of the floor, and flies everywhere. Not to mention how every surface was covered in stains and dried flecks of who-knows-what. If it had been cleaned in the past month Ivy would eat one of her socks.

She’d had to pee, decently bad, when they had stopped there. But under no circumstances would Ivy use that bathroom. Except for maybe (just maybe) right now.

She thought she’d be able to hold it. They were only a few hours out from their destination and she could always get Nora to stop at a rest stop or a gas station if it really got bad. Ivy, however, hadn’t realized that they were about to exit fucking civilization. There had been nothing for the past fifty miles other than cattle and the occasional cornfield!

“If you weren’t chugging those iced teas-”

“I’ve stopped!”

Ivy might’ve also forgotten to factor in how much liquid had still been moving its way through her system, too. It was a habit for her to sip at sugary drinks when she was bored.

A wave of desperation so strong that Ivy dug her nails into her thighs swept through her.

“Ohhh my god,” she moaned. “I can’t do this. Jesus fucking Christ.”

There was so much pee inside her right now her bladder was visibly pushing up against her skin, firm and tight and aching between her hips. She had given up on the seatbelt, and the button of her shorts, well over fifteen minutes ago. Ivy kind of wanted to cry.

Nora softened. “You going to be alright, babe?”

“I don’t know. Yes, probably. Maybe.”

“I can always pull over,” she offered. “You’d have to piss on the side of the road, though.”

Ivy shook her head adamantly. “No, there’s way too much traffic.”

They fell into silence for a few minutes, aside from the staticy music of one of the few radio station’s Nora’s truck was picking up and the occasional curse from Ivy.

“Are you enjoying it, at least? At least a little?” Nora asked, breaking the quiet.

“What?” Ivy practically panted. Her breathing was rough as she tried to huff and puff her way through the worst of the desperation.

“Just.” Nora seemed a bit embarrassed, keeping her eyes completely glued to the road. “You’re…y’know. Piss thing.”

“It’s not a piss thing,” Ivy hissed, mortified. Even though it was, at least partially, a piss thing.

It wasn’t her fault that having a full bladder turned her on. From what Ivy understood, it was just simple biology! The fuller that most women’s bladder’s get, the more it puts pressure on all the internal pleasure hotspots. A little like cockwarming a moderately small toy, just without any form of firmness that a foreign object would feel like. It felt good in a slow building, passive sort of way.

Getting off with all that weight in her lower belly also felt good. A little bit of extra flare to a still otherwise damn good orgasm. 

But she wouldn’t say she was into piss. The idea of the smell and the mess alone was enough to turn her off to it. Holding it on occasion until it was just starting to edge into too much was plenty enough for her.

Although, she had to admit, she wasn’t exactly turned off to it right now.

Each tight squeeze of her thighs stimulated her a little bit. Every rock back pressed the bone of her heel into the squelching slickness of her pussy, which was absolutely soaking her panties despite knowing damn well that she hadn’t leaked a single drop of pee yet. And with all that movement, the seam of her shorts was pulled tight against her unmistakably hard clit.

“Well, are you?” Nora asked.

“I-” Ivy stopped herself. Her face was burning. “Yeah, maybe. So what, I still have to pee more than I have to—or whatever, want to—get off.”

Nora stole a side glance at Ivy. Something dark, heedy, interested came over her expression as she drank in how Ivy looked.

Ivy sacrificed one of her hands clawing into her thigh as a grounding method to cover her face. This was embarrassing enough as it was without having to talk about her kinks. Even if Nora seemed to be getting into it.

“Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Ivy chanted, forgetting her embarrassment entirely. The wave of desperation felt incredibly, suddenly like a physical wave. She could feel it surging against the sphincter muscles of her urethra. 

She wiggled her hips side to side to try and fight through it. The movement caused her shorts, already so tight against her cunt, to shift. Her clit was trapped between the seam and her pubic bone, but couldn’t stay in place with this new movement. The seam fucking stroked her aching clit, slipping to the side before grinding right back over it with the next sway of her hips.

“Hu-uhn,” Ivy couldn’t help but moan. “Uh, uh, uh!”

“Fuck,” Nora cursed, breathless.

Ivy couldn’t process the difference between her desperation for relief and her sudden, surging need to cum. Everything was much too much and not enough at the same time. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. Jesus Christ. Uhaha.” Ivy sobbed a couple times. It was part laugh and part horniness and part overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like an out-of-body event while also being the most physically animal experience she had ever had.

“God. You feeling good, baby?” Nora asked. 

“Y-y-yes!” Ivy wailed. “It’s- fuck, it’s so good. I’m so wet. Shit, I’m so- I’ve gotta piss so bad.”

Nora took her right hand off the wheel to grab Ivy’s leg. Her other hand held onto the wheel so tight her knuckles were turning white. There was something wild about her. Something that, if she didn’t have to focus so much of her attention on the road, might’ve swept her up in the same way Ivy’s desperation was.

“You gonna play with yourself, baby?” Nora asked. “Gonna play with your clit while you piss yourself?”

“Don’t- don’t wanna piss myself,” Ivy whined. Nevertheless, she did as Nora suggested and grabbed tight between her legs. Her shorts were too tight and were getting in the way of actually being able to touch herself effectively, but the pressure helped reel in her bladder’s demands a little bit.

“Ives, baby, there’s no bathrooms for miles yet.”

A reedy noise broke in Ivy’s throat.

“I know, I know,” Nora said, hand squeezing at Ivy’s thigh. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“This is so fucking embarassing,” Ivy managed, laughing incredulously. “I’m seriously gonna wet myself. Fuck.”

“I don’t care. Fuck, baby, looking like that…I’d let you ruin anything.”

“Hm?” Ivy hummed. Her whole cunt was pulsing, vagina and pussy lips and clit. She was so wet she wouldn’t even be surprised if a spot was showing up on her shorts, soaked straight through her panties. Her body was building up to something—so high up she was almost afraid of it—unsure if it would be the dams breaking involuntarily or an orgasm so intense it would be the best she’d ever had.

“You look so fucking good, Ives,” Nora rasped. “I could eat you alive.”

“I…” Ivy wavered. She didn’t know what she wanted to say. 

“It’s okay,” Nora said. “It’s gonna happen either way, isn’t it? Unless you changed your mind about the side of the road?”

They were on a two-laned highway, a couple of cars in either direction always in sight. Stopping would mean even more cars, as the ones behind them passed them by. 

“No, absolutely not. It’d end up on the- on the fucking Internet or something.”

Nora massaged her thumb against Ivy’s skin. “Then I’m sorry, baby, but you’re gonna have to piss yourself.”

“’S bullshit,” Ivy mumbled. Tears were pricking up in her eyes. The side-to-side wiggling was simultaneously not doing enough to help her hold it and doing a frustratingly inconsistent too-much-not-enough to get her off. She resorted back to rocking, with no sign of pausing the mounting something that was steadily creeping up on her.

“We’ve got a ton of clothes in the back,” Nora soothed. “And towels, and baby wipes, and our rental is pretty far from any neighbors so nobody’ll see you walking in your wet clothes. And it won’t take too much to clean the truck, and I don’t mind cleaning it up, okay?”

“But-”

“It’s not a big deal,” Nora insisted, a bit of firmness edging in. “Understand?”

Ivy nodded tightly. She did understand, even if she could barely think. 

“Now, since it’s gonna happen anyways, you want to make yourself feel good?”

“Already am,” Ivy said. “Might, fuck, I don’t know. Might cum.”

“Just like that?”

“May- uhn- maybe.”

“Fuck.” She sounded reverent. “You wanna touch yourself, baby? Wanna stick your fingers down your shorts?”

Ivy nodded, frantic. She was so close, to coming, to pissing, to doing both. She just couldn’t quite get there.

Her fingers felt fucking heavenly. Her pussy was a mess of sticky slick, audibly squishing as she pushed her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and into the lips of her pussy. Just brushing against her clit was enough to cause her to shout out, trembling at the sudden stimulation of sensitive nerves.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, look at you. It feels good?”

“Yes! Fuck, ohmygod. Hnnnuh.”

Ivy’s fingers were clumsy, sitting up and trapped in her shorts and obstructed by the clamping of her thighs. But God, it didn’t even matter. She grinded her cunt on her heel and the drag of the cotton and denim against her pussy made everything all the better and her fingers fumbling over her clit was dragging her up up up.

“Keep playing with your clit, baby. Just like that, yeah. Just how you like it.”

“Gonna- fuck!”

“You gonna cum, Ives?”

“Wanna,” Ivy cried. “So- fuck, please, please. Wanna…I’m so…”

“Or are you gonna piss?”

“Fuck!” Ivy wailed. Her pleasure crested, sharp and violent and hard enough that her whole body shook. She threw her head back into the seat, practically seizing. She barely recognized the sounds she was making as something coming from her mouth, unfamiliar from any other she’d made before.

“Oh my god,” Nora was saying, somewhere in the distance. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

Ivy was still shaking, still somewhere high up. 

“Need’ta piss,” she slurred. “Need’ta…uhn, I need’ta…”

Nora said something. Ivy registered only that it was meant to be encouraging.

“Uh, uhn, ohhhhhh fuck. Oh-”

Ivy’s fingers were still against her cunt, and she felt the first hot trickle of piss against them. It wasn’t enough, though, not even registering as relief. The sensation of liquid leaving her bladder, however, passing through her weakening sphincter and soaking into her shorts, bordered into the same amount of pleasure as playing with her clit usually was.

So soon after her orgasm, she felt overstimulated. There was still way too much pressure and it was taking a strenuous amount of concentration to keep even the tiny stream going and everything still felt so fucking good.

“Nnn…Nora,” Ivy sobbed. “I can’t-”

“Relax, Ives, relax. It’s okay, you can do it.”

“Can’t-”

Nora let go of Ivy’s thigh and instead tucked her hand beneath Ivy’s wrist of the hand still down her shorts to place her palm against her belly. “I’m gonna push down a bit, okay? Just relax.”

Ivy hiccuped, but nodded. She was still managing a thin stream of piss, seeping into the seat of her shorts and just barely beginning to form a puddle under her butt, but her bladder was screaming at her.

Nora pushed down and Ivy squirmed violently. The pressure was so much more but it wasn’t doing anything but hurting. She had to piss so bad and she couldn’t and inexplicably she felt like she could cum again just like this but not quite. And then her urethra gave way.

“Ohmy god,” Ivy choked. The piss flooded out of her.

It didn’t even feel like she was sitting in the passenger seat of her girlfriend’s car, her entire bottom was so suddenly drenched. She might as well have been sitting in the tub in a few inches of bathwater. Hot, very slightly piss-scented, bathwater.

It was euphoric. She might’ve been cumming again, for all the pleasure searing through her as her release hissed through her panties and pooled on the fabric seat faster than it could soak it up. She genuinely couldn’t tell.

The stream was hot and steady against her fingers as it sprayed out of her. Absently, she petted along her inner labia. 

“Shit,” Nora said, like she was in awe. “Shit.”

The stream started to peter out, in fits and bursts. Just when Ivy thought it was over another gush would start up, each one a little weaker than the last.

There was a dull drip, drip, drip as the puddle on the seat dripped onto the floorboards.

Nora’s eyes darted between the road and Ivy, with a desperate sort of want. “Oh my god, Ives. That was…”

“I think I’m still going,” Ivy said. She felt a little fuzzy around the edges, numb in the very tips of her fingers and toes and slightly cross eyed. Fucked out.

“Fuck,” Nora whispered, enthralled.

 The final dredges of her bladder’s contents were still dribbling out of her, like her urethra couldn’t quite figure out how to close back up. Ivy tried to force it a bit, by clenching up, but all that caused was a violent shiver to rush up her spine and a soft little gasp.

Finally, finally, Ivy felt herself stop peeing.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, satisfied and spent and high on sex. 

“You okay?” Nora asked. Her hand was back to Ivy’s thigh, mindless of the piss starting to cool on her skin.

“Yeah,” Ivy sighed, sleepy and pliant. “M’great. Maybe, uh, in a bit you could get a towel outta the back?”

“Yeah,” Nora agreed. “’Course, baby.”

[pissbuddys]

Omovember Days 1-2: In a container

drew the vamp even tho know nothing about the game im just obsessed with him i had too 💀

[think-dry-thoughts]

Omovember Prompt One- In A Container

Thank you to the lovely @pissbuddys for the prompts this year! I'm a day behind but I promise to make up for it.

Caleb's legs shook and squeezed together as he loosened his belt. His doctor needed him to have a full bladder for his exam, and now sitting in the waiting room, he was sure he had what he needed. He was set to have a bladder capacity test today along with his physical exam, so the doctor needed him to be as full as he could possibly be. Caleb fanned his legs back and forth, trying to read some of the posters around the room to take his mind off it.

When the door handle jiggled, Caleb was overcome with joy. He was finally going to be able to pee. When the doctor came in, Caleb noted that this doctor wasn't who he was used to at all.

"Where's Dr. X?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

"Doctor X was unfortunately needs at our sister clinic today, so I'll just be doing your exam," she stated flatly.

Caleb nodded, slight worry going through his mind. Surely this doctor knew what she was doing though, so it couldn't be that much different. The exam went on as normal, Caleb went over his concerns, they took his vitals, and did all the normal bodily exams they needed. Caleb was then instructed to take the physical part of the exam, which he knew wouldn't go so well.

He walked in a straight line as he was told, his legs trembling as he held back the ocean in his bladder. He then had to balance on either leg, which sent spasms into his bladder, causing him to lose his balance fairly quickly. Finally, he was instructed to lean over and touch his toes, and with absolute agony, he complied, his bladder screaming at him to stop. When his finger reached his toes, he felt his pants readjust themselves to sit right over his bladder, and all of the sudden, a short spurt of pee gushed out of him without warning.

Caleb swiftly uprighted himself and adjusted his pants off of his bladder. When he calmed down, he realized the doctor was packing up her things.

"Are- are we done?" Caleb asked. "I thought I had another test in the charts"

"You're all set!" the doctor said with a smile. "We have your physical now, so we can get you scheduled for that test when you check out."

It all made sense now. Caleb had been told that they'd schedule him for the capacity test next time he was in, as in, next time he was in, they'd be able to schedule him. Today wasn't even the bladder test. Caleb gathered himself and head out toward the checkout desk, nodding along to whatever questions he was asked, just trying to get out of the damn office.

"Excuse me," Caleb asked when the receptionist wrapped up, "is there a restroom I can use?"

The receptionist looked at him with a frown. "No sir, unfortunately, our bathrooms are currently being worked on."

Caleb nodded silently and made his way to the car. He had to go so unbelievably bad, he couldn't believe he was still even holding on. He fired up the car and opened the maps on his phone, trying to route toward the nearest bathroom. One mile. He could make one mile.

Caleb's shaky foot pressed down on the petal as he drove himself to the gas station up ahead, his brain hardly focusing on the road. His bladder was throbbing now, and with each throb, he could feel his dick twitch trying to hold it back. It hurt. He had to go so bad that while his one hand gripped the wheel, his other gripped himself through his damp underwear even harder. Finally, Caleb pulled up at the gas station, throwing himself out of the car and rushing toward the bathroom. Of course, it was locked, with a big paper sign reading PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY.

Caleb signed and scrambled back to the car, digging for change in everywhere that he could think of, but he didn't have a penny in the car. Nearly crying at this point, he shifted back into gear and sped off toward the next place, squeezing his legs together and shoving his hands down his pants to hold his dick and press his thumb over the tip for more security. He had to piss. His shaky whines were the only sound in the car, especially when he hit the hundreds of potholes that seemingly came out of nowhere.

Caleb checked the map. There wasn't anywhere else for at least five miles. He was seriously, utterly fucked. His bladder screamed at him to stop, but he wouldn't listen, so it played its next move. A hot jet of piss forced its way past Caleb's grip and thoroughly soaking his fist and the front of his pants. Caleb began to panic, his legs shaking as he tried to decide what to do. He pulled over quickly onto the side of the road, frantically undoing his pants. If he was going to piss himself, it wasn't going to be in these pants. He then shakily started turning over his car, searching for absolutely anything that he could use to relieve himself. He couldn't possibly get out and pee on the side of the road, there was too much traffic through here.

Caleb finally found it in the backseat, one of those horrible tiny water bottles. He wanted to keep digging, but another spurt from his bladder made him think otherwise. He lined himself up with the tiny bottle, and once he knew it was okay, he let the piss fly out of him. The moan that escaped Caleb's lips was almost orgasmic, and the tingling relief took over Caleb's body. He realized that all too quickly, the bottle was nearly full, so he clenched his grip down on his bladder from the inside and outside, and swiftly cracked the door to pour out the bottle. The pouring of the piss on the asphalt was agony, and he had to pull the bottle back in quickly to start to fill it again. Yet again, he was filling the bottle, and it felt fucking amazing. The relief was incredible, and he almost let himself just continue to go, but he stopped himself yet again to empty it.

For the third time, Caleb started to fill the bottle, and it came to the top quickly once again, yet this time, his body just wasn't letting him stop. He grabbed his dick and tried to stop it, but he only succeeded in pulling himself off the bottle and making a mess of his pants. He stuffed the tip back onto it, trying his best not to make too much of a mess, but it soon overflowed, and his bladder wasn't anywhere near emptying. Caleb just couldn't take it anymore. He just let the bottle overflow, feeling the warmth flood his pants and spill down onto the seat. He removed his dick from the bottle, dumping it onto the street while he continued to completely piss himself in the chair. His shaky hands accidentally dropped the bottle out the car door, but Caleb was in too much bliss to care. He leaned his head against the headrest, closed his eyes, and just felt the relief. His bladder quickly drained itself, and the hissing of piss on jeans was only ever covered by the guttural moans of pleasure coming from Caleb. His muscles tired themselves out, and Caleb found himself forcing the remaining streams of piss out. Even his body couldn't handle what he'd gone through.

After Caleb could think straight, he assessed the damage to his pants and car, and decided to head straight home. He made a mental note to find a way bigger container to put in the car after he was done cleaning, and reminded himself to call the doctor back to confirm the bladder test.

[electronic-elevator]

Omovember Day 3: On public transportation

prompt list • my fills

Non-fandom, 3rd POV, femdom vibes. Outdoor wetting.

His bladder, as full as it was, made each little rattle of the train reverberate through him, intensifying his desperation even further. He struggled to keep his mouth shut — it was bad enough that he want to beg, but they were in public, so all he could do was lean his head on his partner’s shoulder and hope that his jacket was hiding the way he was squeezing himself indecently. He wanted nothing more than to be good for her, but he was nearing his limit. He felt impossibly full.

Though he couldn’t beg her verbally, his pleading eyes told the whole story. She held his hand and kissed his head. His world was in her hands, at the moment: She’d told him when he was no longer allowed to use the toilet, and had told him how much to drink while they were out. Now she was responsible for getting him home safely, and for whether or not he’d be given a chance to stay dry.

The other travelers, at least, were lost in their own worlds — not that he could take much comfort. He felt like there was a spotlight on him — like anyone could see the ocean of liquid he was straining to hold back, and how it was making him feel.

—

They finally reached their stop, and he stood, biting back a moan as he lost control for just a moment — just long enough for a gush of hot piss to soak his underclothes. He forced himself back under control, rushing off the train. Each step sent a shockwave through him; the pressure was so much more intense now that he was standing.

He was so focused on every heightened sensation that the world around him faded; he simply followed his partner blindly. Their apartment was 10 minutes away normally, but with his steps constrained by his need, it would take longer.

It was late, and as soon as the noise of the train pulling away faded, it seemed they were alone.

His partner leaned in, her warm breath curling against his ear. “Piss yourself,” she said, and he took no further coaxing — he let himself go, the built-up flood releasing into his underclothes, soaking them in a mere moment and overflowing to his jeans. The dark streaks glistened in the dim light cast off by streetlamp and it felt so good that he did moan. His knees went weak and all he could do was piss and breathe; he clutched his partner’s hand like a lifeline.

As the torrent slowed, he looked at the ground below them. He’d made a sizable wet patch. It flowed to the edge of the sidewalk, dripping into the street. If anyone came by after them, they’d surely notice, although they may not guess exactly what had happened there.

“Good boy,” his partner whispered. “Let’s get you home so I can give you your reward.”

[subbybabyenby-2]

Story Time!

How I got into Omorashi

(in honor of omovember)

So Whisper is an app that exists. I found it when I was 16-17 years old. I love that I could complain about school stuff or my parents or whatever was annoying me.

When I got older (18+ at this point) I wound up chatting with a Daddy Dom from (I believe) Australia. We chatted for a while, never actually met up (obviously), but I enjoyed the convos.

I distinctly remember him being really into taking care of his sub completely. Hungry? He hand feeds you. Want to get dressed? He picks out your clothes and puts them on you. Need a bath? He bathes you. Had to go potty? He would take you to the bathroom and wipe for you afterwards. (I don't remember if he was into scat).

He even wanted to be peed on while he as peeing.

He wanted control of everything, down to the sub's basic needs. His sub wouldn't have to even think for themselves. I was into it. The more we chatted, the more we discussed the control of basic needs.

Eventually he stopped responding and I moved on.

I came across people who liked controlling other people's bladders. Some of those I came into contact with were interested in making me hold for as long as I could. That's how I discovered how I enjoy the feeling of my empty, stretched out bladder after I receive myself. It's uncomfortable and somewhat painful but I love that feeling.

Others were more interested in getting me to wet myself (I was in a college dorm at the time so I could only do but so much. When I lived on my own, I still limited how often I wet my pant/undies due to cleanup). One was so obsessed with the idea of me pissing my pants they offered to clean up for me just so I could prepare to make another mess.

A few others were interested in making me complete challenges and I had to drink certain amounts of water. One such challenge as called a bladder schedule--I was only allowed to pee at certain intervals. I would love to do that again.

Want the full story of the bladder schedule? Click here!!

The more I did holds and allowed others control, the hotter it seemed to me. I now do holds on my own every once in a while and I get so horny from it. (The more conscious of the hold I am, the hornier I get).

Now, I want to explore more with it. Maybe do more challenges, or give up control to someone else. I definitely want to try the omorashi dungeon at some point soon. Idk I'll see.

[captainwhiz]

and also fuckingggg uhhhh day 27: magic AND body switch

yes, I have indeed entered my third hs face and I'm not particularly sure whether I regret in or not

I could've made a bottle of apple juice joke but I wasn't sure where to uhhhhghlptcf Fuck

[hunbunbunnie]

Damp Dreams

Renie was really thirsty earlier. 

That was why they drank so much water, right? It must’ve been. They didn’t normally drink that much in one sitting, after all, and there were easily at least a dozen empty bottles in front of them. They must’ve gotten super thirsty and just downed them all one after another. It was a little odd that their stomach didn’t feel heavy with the weight of all of those drinks, though…

What did feel really heavy, however, was actually the area below their stomach. It felt like an overfilled water balloon was resting in their abdomen, sloshing slightly with each small movement. That was where all the water was, and it needed out. 

“O-oh, wow…” Renie murmured to themself. They didn’t think they’d ever had to go so badly before. It wasn’t just the occasional twinge or dull urge. This was a need. Their body was telling them they had to empty, and soon. Renie wasn’t inclined to disagree, especially after a particularly harsh urge sent their thighs slamming together. 

After withdrawing a shallow breath, Renie stood from their seat. They were in their bedroom sitting at their desk. They must’ve been absorbed in something on their laptop before their bladder interrupted them. They took a moment to glance around the space, stepping from foot to foot while they did so. Staying still wasn’t really an option. 

“Hm…” Something about their room looked…off. Was it emptier than usual? Or maybe fuller? Fuller. Full. Bladder was full. They winced as the ball of pressure contracted, causing them to bite their lip and bounce in place a bit. “Oookay- forget it.” They could figure out the mystery of their bedroom later. Preferably when they weren’t about to pop. 

With small, mincing steps, Renie made their way across the room and opened the door to the hallway. It must’ve been late because all the lights in the apartment were off. The darkened hall loomed before them, looking almost endless. This was odd. Renie had never been afraid of the dark before, but something about the hallway was unsettling them. They almost considered turning and walking back into their room when a wave of desperation hit. They whimpered and bounced on their heels once more, fighting the urge to hold themself. Even though they were alone at home holding themself like a child was a bit too embarrassing to bear. At least for now. If worse came to worse they supposed they’d bite the bullet- which would be soon if they didn’t get a move on. 

After one more wary glance down the hallway, Renie stepped out of their room and into the pitch darkness. Thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t far…or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. However, Renie found themself walking…and walking…and pausing to cross their legs and squirm a bit before walking some more. It felt like they’d been in the hallway for the better part of 10 minutes and yet they didn’t see the bathroom door anywhere in sight. 

A worried whimper escaped them as they danced in place and looked around. What in the world was going on? Their apartment certainly wasn’t this big. Their bladder angrily contracted once more, and they squeezed their eyes shut to prevent a leak. 

When they opened their eyes again, salvation was suddenly in front them. The bathroom door they’d been walking for ages to find seemingly appeared on the wall. It was as if it’d been there the whole time. Odd...but whatever. Renie wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. With a relieved sigh, they opened the door and scampered in, eager to release the ocean inside of them. 

No such respite was granted, though. 

“What…? How!?” There were only urinals in this room. 

Now Renie knew something was wrong. This was supposed to be their bathroom, in the apartment they shared with their roommate! Neither Renie or the girl they shared the home with had any need for a urinal, much less six of them!

Before they could even begin to piece together whatever was going on, a urinal flushed. They looked over in bewilderment, watching the water bubble upwards before swirling back down the drain. It obviously did little to help Renie’s situation. They shivered as the imagery and sound reminded them of what they so desperately wanted to do. 

As the first urinal quieted down, the one next to it began to flush as well. And then the next, and the next, and the next. Renie was suddenly surrounded by a horrifyingly tempting symphony of splashing, trickling and sloshing. Their self control quickly cracked as their hands dove between their thighs to help hold back their flood. Renie’s eyes squeezed shut once more as they began to pant, trembling with the strain of keeping dry. They needed to go so badly, and the water was so loud, and all they could think about was how nice it would be to run to a toilet, sit down and let go…

“Ah!” Renie yelped as the dam broke. A fierce stream escaped them, gushing between their fingers and onto the floor below. Their control had fully broken. Their eyes filled with humiliated tears. They couldn’t believe it. Renie, a fully grown adult, had drank too much and was now wetting themself. 

And the worst part was that they didn’t even feel any better. 

Even as they stood there and soaked themself, the pressure in Renie’s bladder remained. If anything, it actually increased, causing a desperate whine to escape their throat. What the hell was going on? They were literally peeing! Why did they still have to go so bad?!

It wasn’t until Renie heard the faint sound of birdsong that they realized what was happening. Their hazel eyes shot open and Renie realized three very important things. One, they’d been dreaming while they slept through the night. Two, they were in their bed, not in the bathroom. Three, while the urinal filled room, endless hallway, and mountain of empty water bottles might’ve not been real, their need to piss definitely was. 

Renie shot upwards to a sitting position only to double back over immediately, squirming frantically as they held themself tight. “A-ah…” If they thought they had to go before, it was nothing compared to what they felt like then. Their bladder pulsed and ached like it never had before. Looking down, it actually seemed to be jutting out against their pajama shorts, so overfilled and swollen that their abdomen was distended. The very sight sent an excruciating urge through them, causing them to shudder and tears to well in their eyes. They had to go so badly…was this perhaps what that one student they came across on campus felt like? The one who they ran into in the library and later found pissing in the alleyway? Was this what he’d been feeling? 

If so, Renie could suddenly understand why he simply whipped himself out and went on the ground. The way he’d moaned when he released was a testament to how badly he’d needed the relief. Not that it hadn’t already been obvious from the pressure of his stream. 

“O-oh…” Thinking about that student was a horrible idea. The image of his piss splattering against the ground caused Renie’s bladder to lurch and squeeze. They gasped as a leak soaked into their pajamas. They were losing it and they hadn’t even tried to get out of bed yet. There was no way they’d be able to make it to the toilet. 

The toilet…the sound of those flushing urinals filled Renie’s mind and another leak escaped. This one was longer, causing a damp patch to appear on their shorts. It also gave them the tiniest, briefest taste of relief. The smallest amount of pressure from their bladder dissipated. 

That was all the convincing Renie needed. 

Their shoulders sagging, Renie moaned as they gave in. A quiet hiss filled their bedroom. The sheets underneath them quickly became soaked and laden with clear piss, pooling underneath their rear. The warmth of their puddle encased them as they panted, out of breath from trying so hard to hold on.

After what felt like ages, Renie’s stream ended. They sat in a large puddle of their own making, still a bit winded and their face burning from embarrassment. They couldn’t believe how warm they felt…especially where their hands still gripped themself. A moment or two passed before Renie experimentally rubbed the soaked fabric. A harsh shiver ran up their spine in response. Oh. Interesting. Now they understood why they were so flustered after catching that student in the alleyway.

[homo-rashi]

Its either here or in your pants | Omovember 2023

進撃の巨人 | Attack on Titan

Read it on Ao3: LINK

There wasn't much on Erens mind as he was being shuffled around from guard to guard, each and every one of them being either scared of him or angry that he is alive, most of the time it was both. However, the one guard he hated to be stationed with, the one who drove him absolutely insane, was none other than Captain Levi.

When Levi was put in charge of making sure Eren didn't randomly turn into a titan and kill everyone…there was always a lot on Erens mind. Being with the short cadet for as many hours as he has, he has learned small things will tick him off, leading to their time together being even more unpleasant. 

First Eren learned Captain Levi hates slouching. Even if they were both sitting at a table, eating casually outside, the man had perfect posture and expected everyone else in his squad to do the same, Eren included. Sitting like you have a stick up your ass when you've been sleeping on an old, dungeon mattress is not easy, but Eren puts up with it because Levi gets annoyed when things don't go his way. 

He also learned the Captain is a bit of a clean freak, specifically about his uniform and the uniforms of others. They have to be in pristine condition. If you have even as much as a small stain from lunch on your shirt, you can  feel Levi’s eyes burning a hole in it with how hard he fixates on the unseemly stain. Eren made sure he ate carefully, didn't do any of his chores haphazardly and always, made sure to wipe his mouth between each bite, Eren has found this to be one of Levi’s more charming quirks, because at the end of the day, he is a soldier who gets covered in unidentifiable titan fluids and yet, some soup broth on someones pants will send him into a fit. 

The worst quirk of all that Eren has not only observed but had to deal with multiple times now, is the Captain’s annoyance for taking and specifically asking for  breaks. They could be working in the field, training for hours and if Eren so much as looks at his water canteen longingly, Levi would make him train harder, and for longer. Eren thought he learned how to combat that. Drinking alot before training, so he wouldn't feel so thirsty when denies stopping for a drink, but oh how he was wrong. 

He did exactly that, knowing the schedule for his guards. Today he is with Levi and he hasn't trained physically with anyone all week, so today he assumed he is gonna be doing more physical activities with Levi. He chugged three or so canteens of water, knowing he would sweat it out in no time in the summer heat. 

“Come on.” Levi came to his cell, urging him to hurry and finish tying his shoes. They head out of the basement where Eren has been sleeping and instead of turning towards where they would usually spar, they keep walking, walking until they are outside off the stables. Erens heart pluments at this idea of his physical activity of the day being scooping horse poop from the stables for eight hours…At Least when he doesn't, Levi keeps a healthy distance between them because of how disgusting Eren gets after. 

“Hook the two mares up to this wagon. We're going and refilling our water reserve from a well a few miles south.” Eren follows orders and gets the two largest, strongest horses they have and attaches them to their harnesses and to the wagon, swiftly following Levi into it and taking a seat, Some other men Levi is in change of, but are not high enough ranking to know why exactly Eren is here or to ever be incharge of him get on the horses and start steering them away from the compound. 

“I've never done this before.” Erens says at their pace quickens, He feels giddy knowing he is getting to leave the compound, even if it is for something as boring as getting water. 

“We do this every few weeks, but with xtra men here to look after you, and your pals. We ran out sooner than expected.” Levi scoffs, Eren can feel the tension, Without even meaning to he annoyed Levi by simply showering and using water. He decided to fall back to the opposite side of the wagon, hidden behind the many empty barrels that are destined to be filled with water. 

***

It doesn't take long for Eren to realize the grave mistake he made. He isn't doing anything physically demanding today, so he isn't sweating like he planned. Hell,  Sitting still on a horse drawn wagon, taking in all the sites around him would be relaxing and a nice change of pace if he didnt chug his body weight in water like a fool before leaving.  He realized twenty minutes into there, god knows how long, journey that he needs to pee. He brushed it off, He isn't a stranger to having to hold it, it kind of comes with being in the survey corps. 

“Levi, How long does it take to get to the water reserve?” Eren asks loudly over the sound of the wooden wagon wheels on the rough gravel beneath them. 

“It's not long, We should be there and back before dinner.” Levi says without a single bit of sarcasm in his voice. ‘Not long my ass.’ Eren thinks to himself. They just had breakfast an hour ago. Being back before dinner… Eren shakes his head. He can't think of how many hours he might have to wait before he can pee, he just has to feel it out and find a time to ask for a break that will make Levi the least annoyed. 

***

The perfect time does not come. They make it to the Water reserve and Levi immediately hands hoses to Eren, instructing him to hold them in the barrels and to not let go no matter what. Eren follows orders, hoping Levi doesn't actively watch him as he wiggles in place holding the hoses. The random bits of freezing cold water that sneak their way out of the leather hose and touch his hands really doesn't help his current predicament. 

After every two barrels reach their limit, Eren has to swifty transfer the hoses to the empty barrels beside it and continue the process while Levi stands at the Reserve, seemingly chatting with a military police member who is incharge. It's a very slow, very annoying process when you have to pee. Eren’s only saving grace is that he has managed to avoid getting more than a little water splashed on him. If he soaked himself, by accidently dropping a hose, he doesn't know if he would be able to hold it. 

“Captain, These are the last two!” Eren yells, Levi gives him a thumbs up. Eren watches Levi say what looks like a friendly goodbye to the man and slowly make his way over to Eren, The two barrels slowly come to be filled and the man back at the station turns off the hose's flow. Eren watches Levi roll up the hoses and toss them into the cart. He is about to get on when Eren decides he needs to speak up now. 

“Captain Levi!” Eren says, getting the short man's attention, 

“Hurry up and get on, We have to leave before the sun starts setting or else it's hard for the horses to remember where the paths are.”  Levi says seemingly ignoring Erens address and situation himself on the wagon. 

“Actually, I need a moment to um,” Eren realizes at this moment, he never has had to ask Levi to take a break, because the man himself usually at some point says they are going to the restroom and Eren just goes then..

“Get on the Wagon, whatever it is you want to talk about can surely be done while we are on the move.” Levi says, that similar annoyance showing in his voice. Eren swallows hard. He really, really has to pee. Before it was bearable but now, The ride here must have been two hours, if not more. He–He can't imagine himself holding it the whole way back…But still he takes his seat at the back of the wagon and they start on their way. 

It's not even half way into the journey back, when Eren is forced to sit at the front of the wagon, Next to Levi. The barrels, filled with water, that were surrounding him in the back were doing nothing to help his situation. The constant sloshing was reeking havoc on his poor, poor, bladder. Moving up away from them solved one of his problems, but now, Levi is staring at him, watching his as he wiggles around helplessly trying to not look like he is on the verge of peeing his uniform. 

“Will you quit it?” Levi hisses, Eren, who was fanning his legs quickly halts his movement, but instantly he knows that was the wrong move. 

“Cant.” Eren says in return, instead he juggles both of his legs up and down hoping the less distracting movement will be enough for Levi to leave him alone. 

“Did you just disobey me?” Levi’s voice growls with anger, Eren freezes at his tone. 

“No s-sir.” Eren says, He wants to stop wiggling around, but he has to pee. He needs them to stop, he needs to run into the woods and pick a nice tree but he knows that would inconvenience everyone, he missed his chance to go and now he is suffering the consequences, 

“If you don't stop moving around like an idiot, you are disobeying me, now stop, behave.” Levi shouts the order and Eren obeys. His knees come to a stop, but instantly he feels like he is about to piss himself. He can almost feel the pee traveling down his dick, like it's waiting at the tip just ready to come out if he doesn't do anything. 

“We need to stop!” Eren says loudly, suddenly because, he can't, he can't wait and he doesn't care if he annoys Levi, He cant piss himself. 

“What? We cannot stop, We won't be stopping until we are back at our station. What is wrong?” Levi asks, not an ounce of sympathy in his words as he looks over at Eren. 

“I have to piss! We have to stop, I can’t-'' Eren cuts himself off, he can't admit that he can't hold it but, now that it's out in the open, and he is holding himself between his legs with both hands, it's obvious he is urgent.

“Well, we're not stopping.” Levis says, turning his attention back to the scenery around them, 

“You don't understand, I-I’m about to soil myself, I cannot, not pee. '' Eren says, he can't be shocked Levi denied him a break, that's really what got him in this predicament in the first place, but even he figured Levi would rather them lose a few minutes of daylight then what will happen if they don't stop. 

“Yes, you can just go right here, We won't be stopping because you can't control yourself.” Levi says not paying much attention to Eren as he speaks, Eren just looks at him, mouth agape, wiggling around where he is sat, that is, on a moving wagon with two other soldiers a few feet away. “well, go on.” 

“I can't!-W-what am I supposed to do? Just whip it out and piss on the ground?” Eren asks through gritted teeth. 

“Yes, you have no other option.” Levi says, looking at him with one eyebrow raised as if he is confused as to why Eren has qualms about doing something of the such. 

“I can't! I-hnnng, But I cant hold it, Can we please just-” Levi cuts Eren off. 

“It's either here, or your pants cadet. Choice is yours.” Levi says, but Eren knows, from the way he doesnt look away, and the way Levi is about keeping their uniforms pestine, he doesn't really have a choice…. 

Eren slowly removes his hands, making sure he switches to holding with whatever bladder strength he has left and unzips his fly. Levi’s eyes don't leave him as he withers around, trying to get the courage to pull himself out. He starts to feel that feeling again, of his pee trailing down his dick and that makes the decision for him and not a moment too soon, because the second he pulls himself you his stream starts without his permission. 

“Oh god-” Eren aims for the ground, trying to go between the slats in the wooden base of the wagon, but it's no use. It's bumpy and its going everywhere, specifically onto his boots and the bottom of the closets barrel as his pee moves away from his with gravity. 

“Disgusting. You really couldn't wait. Tsk.” Levi says, with a small chuckle. 

“You told me to!” Eren mumbles under his breath, his words are breathy from the sheer relief of finally being able to go. Holding for that many hours, he is just glad he will soon be empty. 

“Is that kid pissing?” One of the men on the horses asks, looking back at the commotion, the audible hiss leaving Eren is an unnatural sound amongst the forest surrounding them. 

“Quiet Cadet! eyes forward! Give him some privacy.” Levi barks at the man who Eren switches see’s turn back to forward position. 

Eren finishes, leaving a huge wet stain on the untreated wood on the wagon. The only damage done to his uniform is his shoes and probably his underwear, but Levi can’t see those. He tucks himself back in and crosses his arms over his chest,finally looking up to meet Levi’s eyes. 

“Thanks.” Eren says, looking at the two soldiers who have yet to look back again after Levi’s orders. 

“It stinks. You disgust me. Don’t let it happen again.” Levi says, that same playful chuckle apparent in his voice. Eren feels embarrassed and turns away from his guard, Embarrassed as he might be, at least he doesn't have to pee anymore.

(for the few anons who ask for more AOT omo from me <3)

[desperatedallas]

Fucking CHRIST I cannot handle alcohol well. I should have peed before hand but God damn I did not think my need was that fucking bad. I WAS SO CLOSE TOO I JUST FORGOT TO TAKE MY PACKER OUT WAHHHH

I said I left playing the video game because I was dizzy, I just had to go that bad, thought I'd have a tad bit more time 😞

[omo-robin]

im doing omovember 2022… in november 2023. i really am taking my sweet ass time with this, but seriously, where has the time gone >_<

anyway. more k/h omo bc we are seriously lacking it.

[an-icky-yucky-blog]

Omovember Day 3-4

In Public

💛

The dumbass chugged two pitchers of milk, and went straight into a match 💞

Find the prompt list here!

NSFT Commissions!

[pinksomovember]

Omovember 2023 - Prompt List [link]

In a car [tumblr, ao3]

While intoxicated [tumblr, ao3]

Sitting on someone’s lap [tumblr, ao3]

Cam work/livestream [tumblr, ao3]

While tied up [tumblr, ao3]

Hyper pee/magic

Peeing during sex

Stuck on the phone

Pee drinking

Diaper

Just made it

Unrealistic bladder capacity/long hold

On purpose

In a movie theater

Peeing inside

Incontinence/diuretics

On a pillow/laundry

In a container

Kink discovery

In class/at the table

While masturbating

While hands are full

In a skirt

Wetting the bed

Weird/unusual position

Holding competition

While sick/assisted

Peeing outside

Group desperation

Piss marking/omegaverse

[pissbuddys]

late but im here

reused a lot of prompts from last year cause i always kinda cater my list to me but anyone else is welcome to use it as well :)!

[forget-about-me2]

Troder's Omovember 2023

While playing a game

"Can I please go first?"

Slow Down Bud (fic update)

Desperate via magic

Being forced

Unprecedented Whatever (fic update)

"Is that all?"

Contests

The Metacrisis Crisis (fic update)

Being Caught

Making someone wait on purpose

The Branch (fic update)

Peeing out a fire

Peeing as a tradition

Sharing is Caring (fic update)

Hospital omo

Body Swap

The Paruresis Pandemic (fic update)

Having a pitstop

Trying to find an open bathroom

Felix Culpa (fic update)

On a data

60th Anniversary Doctor Who

Free Floating Nerves (fic update)

Waking up to someone having wet the bed

Immobilized

Galifreyan Needs (fic update)

Peeing while talking to someone

"Is this a bad time to ask for a break?"

In Need of a Miracle (fic update)

pff, totally not me putting this out 5 days before November.

So, here we are again. I... distinctly remember saying something along the lines of "I'm never doing this again" last year after succeeding for the first time...

Anyway, it's my fifth year...

Why am I doing this to myself?

I know I'm calling this omovember but approximately one third of these will not be omo. Mainly because I'm just using this month as an excuse to update my multi-chaptered WIPs. Something I did last year as well but this time I did even bother to disguise them behind prompts. So I'm just putting fic titles for those days instead.

(don't talk about the fact that at least 2 of the remaining prompts are still updatess in disguise)

[omo-trash-i]

digital doodle ^^