Omorashi-specific Porn Studio. The Pay Is Excellent But There's Only One Single-occupancy Bathroom In

Omorashi-specific porn studio. The pay is excellent but there's only one single-occupancy bathroom in the back and it's kept locked. Everyone has to drink two liters in the first hour they're there. Then it's off to hair and makeup while your bladder keeps swelling.

There are pay bonuses for every extra half liter you drink. They also measure around the circumference of your lower abdomen before you start drinking and then pay more for every cm your bladder bulges. The extra money is too good to refuse. Everyone pushes themself to their absolute breaking point.

If they're not ready for your scene yet, you have to wait in the greenroom. They're behind schedule and there are quite a few other actors waiting, too. Lots of squirming, tightly-crossed legs, hands shoved into their crotch, little moans of desperation. If you wet yourself before your scene, you get sent home without pay, and it was all for nothing.

If you're lucky, your scene is a quick "squirm a bit and then let go" one. If you're not so lucky, you get tormented in front of the camera. Running water, your scene partner poking and prodding and tickling your aching bladder, full-bladder sex where you're not supposed to explode until the end. Maybe you get to the moment you're supposed to be allowed to let go but they want to shoot the whole beginning again from a different angle. You potty dance like your life depends on it while they rearrange the cameras. You can't leak yet or there will be continuity errors, and then you'll be out of the job.

Filming again, and finally, finally being allowed to go--it starts to gush out and they call "cut." You have to stop the flow immediately, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from how much it hurts to clench off the stream. They set up a close-up camera between your thighs while you tremble from the effort of keeping it in.

When you really are allowed to let it all out, it's orgasmic. Everything twitches and pulses and lets go. They film you panting and moaning from the release. Then it's a wrap, so you get to clean up, and they hand you a very sizeable paycheck.

But hey: they'll triple it if you come back tomorrow.

Nnnghh I'm squirming around on my knees I have to pee so bad... this challenge is so much harder than I thought itd be I wanna go so bad

"C'mon, boy. Let's go for a ride."

As I tug grab your leash from where it hangs beside the door. Clipping it to your leash as you come to me so eagerly, excited about the prospect of going on an adventure. In my other hand I have a big jug of water- I mean, I have to make sure my doggy is properly hydrated, right? I'll get you all loaded up into the car, listening happily as you chatter on and on about where we might go, or what we might do. As we set off and start driving, I'll remind you every ten minutes to take a drink. It's a nice, long ride. As we get further from home, the roads start getting bumpier, and you start squirming. Pressing your thighs together and pawing at your lap. "What's wrong, sweetie? Do you need to potty?" Between the smirk on my lips and the patronizing tone of my voice, it's obvious this is all going according to plan. When you whine and nod feverishly, I'll chuckle and shake my head, purposefully hitting a few more bumps. "Owh. Poor thing, will you be able to hold it long enough?" After all, I'm driving us all the way to a state park for a nice hike to stretch your legs. The roads will turn to gravel, each little rock sending jolts straight to your overly-full bladder, in turn making your puppycock all tingly and hard. You'll whine and whimper and groan, making me grin to myself as we finally arrive at our destination. The amusement of watching you scramble to tumble from the car and over to my door, tugging on the handle to beg for me to leash you and let you pee. I'll take my time, gathering up all the stuff we need for the walk. With the head pat and the click of the leash comes a "Good job, good boy. Let's go find you a nice spot, hm pup?" And then, we'll finally head into the woods, letting you search for a place to relieve all that pent up piss.

Description time ig!

My name is Ollie and I'm trans ftm (he/him)

I'm 19 years old and go to Uni (will never say which one). I live with a roommate in a small apartment so unfortunately I can't wet myself much :( Despite that, I love holding my bladder and trying to push myself with holding!

If anyone would like to send asks or (better yet) commands on what to do throughout my day regarding omorashi, I'd love to hear them!

Please dni if you're a minor, it'd make me rlly uncomfy

Ahhhh I was finally able to go... mmph that challenge was rlly fun. It said I drank 1250ml total :))

I love t4t sm ^^ I wish I had a partner who I could relate to in that way

t4t is healing i think