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From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings
Part 6 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Platinum’s bladder being teased by Rachel (also from BlazBlue) poking, groping or jiggling Platinum's bladder with her hands as Platinum is stuck struggling to hold or begging her to stop the teasing/ torment, with an even bigger bulge than the previous image.-
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From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings
Part 5 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Right after the previous image, filling up even more. From what I can tell from her battle sprites her staff can morph into different shapes so I went with the sphere on the center being inflated... though I must admit I'm not a fan of the result.-
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From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings
Part 3 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Right after the previous image, with her bladder filling up further, holding herself with both hands looking more desperate.-
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From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings
Part 4 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. This is a remake of the original picture, made just so that in this sequence this one doesn't stand out from the rest, but I'm also glad I did it because I can no longer edit the order of the older images in this gallery (this was my idea, not part of the commission so I didn’t charge for it)-
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From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings
Part 2 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Right after the previous image, feeling the initial urge to go with a small bladder bulge. Holding herself with just one hand. Fully finished August 8 of 2022-
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From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings
Part 1 of a 6 part commission for Deviantart user PubKingX: a follow up of that extreme desperation Platinum the Trinity (from BlazBlue) image I made time ago. The Promts for this one was: Platinum filling up to the point in the original image. From what I can tell from her battle sprites she seems to have an affinity for oversized things, so instead of multiple drinks I just went with one giant one (although I had to tone it down, my original idea has the drink be 2 thirds of her size)-
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[English] Muon Kaikyou - soundless sound (kohri ms) 2
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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[English] Muon Kaikyou - soundless sound (kohri ms) 3
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Cassie chewed the top of her pen while bouncing her left leg incessantly. The professor was droning on about something… Cassie’s parents were very comfortable. Wanting the best for their daughter, they sent her to a renowned college that used to be a finishing school for fine young ladies. The school still had mandatory classes such as speech, culinary arts, ballroom dance, and of course, Cassie’s least favorite: Etiquette. Cassie’s legs were both bouncing at this point, and she began to nervously tug at her hair. She knew it was no use to ask. Etiquette was right after lunch, and Professor Hayes wasn’t known for being understanding. It was a 2 ½ hour class, and Cassie had at least an hour left. She tried to concentrate. “Psst!” Cassie raised her head. “Are you ok?” asked Cassie’s friend Lara. Cassie just gave her a little shrug and crossed one ankle over the other. It was clear to Lara that Cassie was desperate to piss. She watched Cassie’s body become more still to avoid uncomfortable bladder sloshing. Lara’s eyes lingered on her friend and she felt an intense, anxious heat rise inside her. She’d never looked at anyone with such hunger before. “Pssssssst…” Lara whispered, “I know how you feel. I had to go so bad last week in Daskov’s class. I had sooo much coffee and it went right to my bladder. All my thoughts were about getting to the bathroom and taking a piss, so I could finally stop the stretching, sloshing, clenching--” Shut the fuck up Lara! Cassie thought, but tried to play it cool with a light chuckle. If there’s anyone she didn’t want to upset, it was Lara. They had been friends since childhood. Lara had a little dirt on Cassie, and grew up to have quite the mean streak. Cassie continued to focus on class as Lara taunted her. “Don’t think about it too much, Cass. Don’t focus on the pressure. Don’t give into the waves of desperation. Don't think about how badly you want to let it go." Cassie finally gave in and sat on the heel of her foot. Professor Hayes noticed immediately. “Young lady, do you consider that to be a proper way to sit during class?” she posed. “Um, no, I’m sorry. I just-- I really need to go to the bathroom right now.” “Cassandra you know that I don’t allow--” “Please! Please, it's an emergency!!” Cassie shoved both hands against her crotch and wriggled desperately, to the entire class’s amusement. The professor groaned and told Cassie to come down in front of everyone. Cassie gently waddled and danced to the front of the class. “Class, we have our very own etiquette demonstration today. Cassandra had plenty of time to use the restroom before class, but she chose not to. Most of you will soon find yourselves at tea or dinner with established gentlemen, where you can’t just run off to the potty whenever you have the urge!” Professor Hayes explained. Cassie burned with shame. The humiliation in front of her classmates combined with the constant bladder spasms was really starting to get to her. “Cassandra, will you stop fidgeting? Remember your posture. Stand up straight, graceful, chin up…” Hayes tilted Cassie’s chin up with her ruler. “Now class, take notes…”
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Your cute maid pees in a toilet using a toilet training device 1
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Fun scenario where you have your maid pee in a toilet while using one of those toilet training things. She gets angry as she doesn't understand why you like this.-
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Your cute maid pees in a toilet using a toilet training device 2
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Your cute maid pees in a toilet using a toilet training device 3
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Your cute maid pees in a toilet using a toilet training device 4
Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard
This commission features Nia (Nadia's OC) the deer and Spotte (Spotte's OC) the hyena --- as well as a heaping helping of bladder taunting! X] There are a lot of different versions for this available on my Patreon page --- including desperation variants, nude variants, and ones set in a public bathroom stall! Also, if this scenario looks a little familiar, it was inspired by a piece simply titled Pee Torture done by PunkRockVampire on Fur Affinity! They mostly do furry male Omo among other things from what I've seen, so if that's your thing, please check them out! Anyway, huge thank you to both Nadia and Spotte for the commission!- 6 comments
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From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard
"She really has to pee, but she... has to watch someone else pee to their heart's content!" XD I'm sorry this one's a little late! I have family visiting at the moment, and getting anything done with them around is a bitch! :| Poor Penny is getting double-teamed by Courtney and Alexis! I can't say I regret teaching them about belly-chains, though! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon! -
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"She really has to pee, but she is... being bullied!" Aww, poor Ivy. I can't help but thing that those ghosts might have a different objective than breaking through the salt barrier now, though! XD As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!- 5 comments
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Female Adventurer takes a long pee outside.
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NOTE: I've been lurking on this forum for years and I thought finally I'd contribute something. This story has been stuck in my brain for a while now, so I thought I'd get it out. If a snarky older Crime Lesbian OC bullying a Intrepid Young Reporter is your cup of tea, come on down! WARNINGS: I feel like I should flag that this definitely has a dubconny vibe, though it probably won't end up that way. also features plenty of desperation and teasing but probably won't end in wetting, since that's not my bag. But I have an equally fun (at least imo) ending planned. Eagle-eyed readers may be able to guess what. 🙂 This is my first ever omo writing so please be gentle! If you like it lmk and hopefully that will encourage me to get around to writing Part 2. -- Oh, sure, stick the 45-year-old woman on babysitting duty. Surely she must have maternal instinct coming out of her eyeballs. It makes Jo sick. “Hey, quit rattling around over there,” she calls to the hostage chained to the pipe in the corner of the small, damp basement, without bothering to look up. She’s got her foot in her lap and is busy digging a pebble out of her boot with her switchblade. “Unless you want me to use this on you instead.” “In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly comfortable,” comes the predictably snarky response. Jo rolls her eyes to herself. What a little smartass this one is. Not to mention a pain in the ass. Jo would be glad the patrol team had finally managed to catch Little Miss Investigative Journalist snooping around the facility–finally an end to all of the friggin' meddling–if it hadn’t somehow become HER job to keep an eye on her until the Boss showed up to deal with her. That imperious bitch was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago. As a loyal and high-ranking lackey, Jo is downright insulted. Not to mention bored to tears. She would have brought a book of crossword puzzles or something if she’d known. The sound of metal clanking against metal again, handcuff on pipe. The little idiot better not be making some escape attempt. She turns on the girl, growls out, “What the fuck did I just say?” Not a girl, technically, in her mid-twenties, thoughbut from Jo’s perspective she might as well be a fetus. Olive-skinned and full-figured, just a little baby fat still in her cheeks, with big, brown, angelic-goody-two-shoes eyes and curly hair is held back in a neat ponytail. She's wearing dark, form-fitting clothes and sneakers, which must be her Sneaking Around Where She Isn’t Wanted outfit. She’d be cute, Jo admits, if she weren’t such a smart-mouthed thorn in their side. The kid is handcuffed to a pipe on the low ceiling, arms stretched up over her head. The clanking appears to be due to the way she’s currently shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Aw, are the great Carmen Flores’s feet getting tired? Well that’s just too damn bad. “You know, I'd be a lot more scared of you if it weren't obvious you're not going to hurt me,” Carmen says. “You clearly don't have permission, or you would have by now.” She says it all brave and defiantly, like the Plucky Heroine she clearly thinks she is. Which is pretty adorable, considering she’s all helpless and strung-up, looking about as intimidating as a kitten. “Try me,” Jo returns. “I’ve got a short fucking temper.” But she's right, of course. The order came straight from the top: bring her to me unharmed. Jo can't even rough the kid up a little. Booo-ring. “I need to pee,” Carmen blurts out. It’s so out of left field that Jo is stunned into silence for a couple seconds. Carmen looks like she’s trying very hard not to look embarrassed. Jo gives her a quick onceover. The tension in her body, the little shifting movements of her hips: it’s obvious she’s telling the truth. So that’s what all the fidgeting is about. Great. Another chore. Prisoner bathroom breaks are tedious and disgusting. Detaching the person from whatever they’re chained to, leading them over to the revolting bucket in the corner, holding the person up so they can squat in handcuffs or (shudder) holding their dick for them, wiping for them if need be… Ugh. “Hello?” Carmen says. Like Jo is deaf, or an idiot. Jo feels irritation prickle on her skin. “I’m saying, you need to unchain me. So I can take care of it.” She rushes over the last words a bit, but sounds no less demanding. Listen to that. Bossy. Sounds like Little Miss Journalism Degree thinks she’s in charge. Sounds like she’s used to being in charge. In that split second, Jo makes a decision. A decision largely motivated by spite and boredom. Like most of her decisions are. “Oh. Is that what I need to do?” she asks, pleasantly, and gives Carmen a smile. “If you don’t want a mess to clean up,” Carmen says, like Jo must be a real dullard to not get that. “Nah, I’m not on the cleanup crew,” Jo says. “I’m generally the one who makes the messes.” She lifts her boot back into her lap and gets comfortable, flicks open her switchblade and returns to levering out the little stone embedded in the rubber sole. “But either way, ‘fraid I can’t unchain you, sweetheart. Against protocol. You might try and escape.” She’s bullshitting, of course. There is no fucking protocol. Carmen gives a short little step from one foot to the other. Looks like it’s getting a little urgent. Maybe it’s been getting urgent for a while. “Your protocol doesn’t allow for human biology? That’s stupid.” Ooh, someone’s snippy. Jo shrugs. She’s almost worked the pebble out. “You can always try and wait till the Boss gets here. She might give the green light. Though who knows how much longer she’ll be.” The pebble finally pops free, and Jo triumphantly sends it clattering to the floor. Then she glances back up at Carmen and smiles again. “Or I guess I could find a bottle to hold up for you. If you ask nicely.” She’s betting that Little Miss Snootypants will balk at that suggestion, and it looks like she’s on the money. “Ew,” Carmen says flatly, sarcastically. But she’s also blushing. Jo shrugs. “Suit yourself.” She leans back in her chair, puts her hands behind her head and her feet up on the bucket she’d dragged over earlier. Nice and comfortable. Ready for the long haul. Carmen is staring hard back at her, like she’s trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. Then her big eyes blink and her jaw seems to set with determination. “Fine,” she says, almost managing to sound casual about it. “I’ll wait for her. I’m sure she’ll be interested to learn how you’ve been treating her guest.” Jo beams back at her. “Fine,” she echoes agreeably. The Boss is a stickler for hospitality, it’s true, but technically Jo isn’t disobeying orders. She’s not laying a hand on the kid. Just messing with her a little. ‘Til the Boss gets here, or she gets bored. Besides, the Boss knows perfectly well by now that this is what happens when you leave Jo alone and bored with a victim. Especially if the victim is sorta cute, and has it coming. Carmen’s lips press together, in what seems to be both resignation and concentration. She stops shifting, stands up a bit straighter, refusing to meet Jo’s gaze. That's fine. Jo has all the time in the world. She pulls out her phone, starts scrolling to pass the time, alternating between that and occasional glances up at the developing situation before her. It doesn’t take long for the kid’s forced composure to falter. Ten minutes, and she’s starting to shift around again. Ten more, and her shapely thighs are squeezing rhythmically against each other, her eyes shut and her expression slightly pinched. “Getting pretty bad, huh?” Jo calls, breaking the silence. Carmen’s big eyes blink open, and embarrassment flashes on her face before she can hide it, as if she’d been startled out of a trance of discomfort, hadn’t realized just how openly she’s been dancing. She looks away and doesn’t say anything, refusing to give Jo the satisfaction of a response. “What’d you have to drink, anyways?” Jo asks. No answer. Well, that’s no fun. Jo swings her feet down from the bucket and gets to her feet. The kid’s backpack, confiscated from her and searched when she’d been caught, is sitting against the far wall. Jo walks over to it and kneels down. The sound of the zipper gets Carmen’s attention. “Hey!” she protests uselessly. “Stay out of there!” Jo ignores her, of course. First thing she pulls out is a notebook, one of those college-ruled black and white composition ones. She opens it, flips through the pages, one eyebrow creeping up incredulously. “4:30am: no movement. 5am: shift change. 5:30am: no movement. Jesus Christ, you don’t have much of a life, do you, kid?” “It’s called a stakeout,” Carmen replies, through slightly gritted teeth, though whether it’s due to her private notes being perused or the mounting pressure in her bladder is unclear. “There’s a lot of waiting around while nothing happens.” “Gee, is that how stakeouts work?” Please. Jo has been going on stakeouts longer than this little twerp has been alive. She pulls out a pair of gloves next, then what looks like a Geiger counter, then a tape measure. “Look at this. The Girl Scout comes prepared.” “Care to comment on why the radiation levels in this compound are twice the legal limit?” Carmen replies, managing to sound as smug as someone experiencing a dire need to empty their bladder can possibly sound. One of her legs is now crossed tightly behind the other. “Sure. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ Feel free to quote me.” Jo reaches back into the bag. This time she pulls out a thermos. A big one. Empty, by the feel of it. “Aha,” she says triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” She unscrews the top; empty as she suspected, but when she sniffs the opening there’s a telltale earthy scent. “Coffee?” She barks out a short laugh. “No wonder you’re tying yourself in knots over there.” Carmen looks like she wants to protest that no, she’s not. Except she definitely kinda is. And she’s definitely blushing again now that she’s been called out on it. She opts for stubborn silence. Jo rises to her feet, thermos in hand, walks over to Carmen. “Rookie mistake, sweetheart,” she says, wagging the empty container directly in her face. “Here’s a tip about stakeouts. Don’t drink a gallon of caffeine if you don’t have a plan for where you’re going to put it later.” “I was planning to put it back into the fucking thermos,” Carmen snaps back. Ooh, swearing, she must be really worked up. “Until your goons came along and…” She cuts herself off, realizing too late what she’s admitting to. But the damage is done. “Caught you with your pants down?” Jo asks, grinning. This is great. “No.” Carmen is glowing redder than a Christmas tree ornament, and also looking at Jo like she can’t believe a woman her age is such a juvenile prick. Jo gets that a lot. Might as well lean in. Jo looks down at the thermos in her hands, gives a thoughtful hum. “It’s too bad you didn’t get the chance to piss before we nabbed you, really,” she remarks, casually. “All that coffee. You must be bursting.” Carmen’s breath seems to stutter. She’s starting to look a little sweaty. “Thanks for your concern,” she says, stiffly. “Bet you could fill this thing all the way back up,” Jo goes on, cheerfully. The teasing comes naturally to her; she’s always been good at winding people up. “And then some, huh? Wouldn’t that be a relief. I could even hold it up for you like I said.” Carmen’s eyes dart to Jo’s face. There’s a glint of desperation in them that Jo knows well from prior experience. Her resolve is starting to falter. She’s actually considering asking for the thermos. Subjecting herself to humiliation to get the relief her body craves. And isn’t that a little delicious. Almost as delicious as the urgent discomfort creasing that sweet, youthful face, the way her hands are clenching and twisting in their bonds over her head, how those curvy legs can’t seem to wrap themselves around each other tightly enough. It’s possible Jo is enjoying this a little too much. Well, plenty of time to unpack that later. She lets the hand with the thermos drop down to her side. “I mean, not that I’m going to,” she says nonchalantly, returning to Carmen's bag and dropping the thermos back inside. Then she heads back to her chair and drops back down into it. “You being such a little amateur and all, you’d probably miss and pee all over yourself, and then I’d have to smell it. “Besides, Boss should be here any minute now. You can make it till then. Right?” Carmen’s breathing is shallow. She gives a little curtsy. “Right,” she responds through her teeth, though it’s clear she's speaking out of nothing but sheer, stubborn pride. Jo sits back again and smiles. And to think of how impatient she’d been earlier. The Boss can take all the time she needs.
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From the album: COUNTRYHUMANS(but with hair flags) OMORASHI
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Cute maid wets herself from her master teasing her 1
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