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If a girl doesn't bully me into pissing myself sooner or later I'm gonna piss myself

The feminine urge to put on a cute skirt and tug at it while im tryna hold my piss in but of course I end up wetting myself and feeling it allllll run down my legs 🥰

Okay, so now I'm thinking about moving to a town and nobody ever needs the toilet (human looking, non human race?) and they're very concerned about the new resident racing in and out of shops holding their sex organs

im really into the idea of brainwashing omo right now. like the idea of someone being manipulated into believing that for whatever reason, they cant pee. SO HAVE SOME PROMPTS

"no no, peeing is bad for you. that's why your body lets you hold so much! keep it all inside, okay? your body doesnt want to pee. let yourself fill up all the way to the brim, then keep holding. your body wants to hold it in."

"sorry, but youre just not allowed to pee anymore. ever again. what do you mean you cant hold it forever? of course you can, youre a grown up, arent you? just hold it. youre not going to pee yourself like a little kid, are you? adults can hold their pee."

"oh my, look at your tummy. look how far its sticking out! how much did you drink? youre so full! youre doing such a good job, your body is so happy. it loves to be full. its healthy to keep drinking. your body loves to be full."

"what do you mean you have to go? you dont pee anymore, remember? you dont need to pee. you dont need to pee at all. keep everything inside, you dont need to pee. youll never pee again. youll keep it all inside forever. youll never pee again."

"hold it right here - thats right, with your hand. keep it all inside, however you can. hold it so tight that nothing can ever get out. you dont need to pee, you dont want to pee, you want to keep it all inside."

"here, have another drink. you need to drink more. youre not full enough yet. what do you mean it hurts? youre just not understanding your body's signals right, that must be it. your body is happy! itll be even happier if you drink more! here, have another big sip, your body is so happy, its so full, dont let a single drop out. you need to keep it all inside."

"oh my, your bladder is so full. its rock hard! thats so great! youre holding so much in! good for you, doesnt it feel good? no...? you think it hurts? no no, that cant be right. maybe youll feel better if you drink some more. here, have another sip, itll help calm you down. your hands are shaking so badly. you really should relax a little. ah - careful, you need to keep it all inside, remember? peeing is bad for you! youre never going to pee again, right? forever?"

Girls just want to tease someone desperate till they lose control and have an accident in their pants it’s me I’m girls

DUDE

thinking about motorcycle Omo

the bike it’s forcing them to open their legs and keep hands on the handles, so that the only thing they can really do to hold is bounce or shift around a bit. Pressing down on the seat to help hold it. Being stuck and traffic and the humiliation of knowing the cars around them can see them desperately trying to hold there piss. Bonus if they have a passenger behind them, who unknowingly has there arms wrapped around their waste and pressing there bladder. The passenger being so close to the one driving so they can feel them shifting around and tensing up and breathing heavy. Works with jet skis too. I’m so feral about this.

What do I have to do for someone to flood my asks with the humiliating things they would to do me.

Pleaseeee. I’m such a desperate whore. Humiliate and degrade me in my asks

kinda want to lick him from ballsack to bicep but I'm sure I'm being really cool about it

PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT

Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.

“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.

“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.

“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”

You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.

Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.

“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”

“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.

“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”

“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.

“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.

“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.

“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.

“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”

Holding tonight

So far I've had three leaks... I still have at least 50 mins to go