This Omo is based off of the real Eddsworld crew, not the cartoons. Slight Tom/Tord.
The Norwegian man, that went by the nickname, Tord was on his way to the home of his best friend, Edd. Edd had planned a small get-together for all of his friends when Tord had failed to get along with his second, closest friend, Tom. Tord was certain that he would never be able to warm up to Tom even if they were cremated together but Edd really had his heart set on all of his friends getting along so Tord just could not bring himself to say, ‘no’ to his very-best friend. The Norwegian winced slightly in discomfort at how painfully-full his bladder currently was. He had to pee quite a bit before he left the house but since Edd’s house was only a short walk away from his own house, he decided that he could hold it until he got there. After gently knocking on the door to Edd’s house, Tord patiently waited, on the doorstep for his friend to let him inside.
“Ah, Tord! Glad you could make it!” Edd chimed, adjusting his glasses with his infamous, sweet smile.
“Of course, I would not miss it for the World…” Tord flashed his friend a shy smile in return. He leaned over slightly, to the right to see who all had attended Edd’s get-together. Almost everyone he knew was there: Matt, Bing, Tim, Elliot, Eddy, Paul, Patrick and of course…Tom. Tord nervously shrunk down when Tom stood up from the couch, sending a venomous glare in the Norwegian’s direction as he did so.
“Well, come on in!” Before Tord could even have a chance to register what had happened, Edd placed his arm around the Norwegian’s shoulders and forcefully pulled him into the living-room of his house. Tom sneered slightly at the Norwegian’s shy behavior as he mentally questioned why Edd had portrayed him as such a gun-wielding, psychopath in his cartoon series. Tom had actually been afraid of Tord when Edd had left the two alone with each other for the first time. Imagine his disappointment when he realized that the Norwegian was nothing more than just some socially-awkward, quiet kid.
“We were just about to watch ‘Twenty-Eight Weeks Later’!” Once again, before Tord could register what had happened, Edd was practically pushing him toward the couch, toward Tom.
“I know you two got off to a bit of a rocky-start but now’s your chance to bond! Play nice!” Edd half-joked before once again leaving Tord alone with Tom to retrieve the snacks and drinks for the movie from his kitchen. Tord shyly glanced up to make eye-contact with Tom, returning his nervous gaze to the floor with a small whimper once Tom had narrowed his eyes at him in response. Tord shifted slightly as the nervousness he often felt around the other boy had increased his urge to urinate. He had actually forgotten that his bladder needed to be emptied up until now but he decided against excusing himself to Edd’s toilet out of an irrational fear that Tom might mock him for having a bladder that needed to be emptied like any, other human-being.
“You are incredibly hopeless…” Tom scoffed at the Norwegian’s awkwardness before returning to his seat, on the couch with a roll of his eyes. Tord frowned as that comment had done nothing to sooth his self-consciousness. The Norwegian awkwardly took a seat on the couch, next to the Brit. It was no secret by now that he and Tom were not fond of each other in the slightest but Tord was still willing to attempt to form a bond with the Brit for Edd’s sake.
“I hope you two are getting along in here.” Edd tried once again as he and Matt returned with a bunch of snacks and drinks in hand.
“Hardly…He’s so boring!” Tom spat, causing Tord to shamefully avert his gaze to the floor.
“Tom! Stop being so rude!” Edd scolded as he took a seat on the couch, next to Tord. Matt squeezed himself onto the couch, next to Edd as Paul and Patrick stole the recliners and Edd’s remaining guests crowded on the floor, around the couch. Bing got the movie started before joining a majority of his friends on the floor and the not-so small get-together of friends began to watch the movie. Poor Tord could barely focus on the movie as his desperation to relieve his full bladder had increased from uncomfortable to unbearable.
A small whimper escaped from the Norwegian as he nervously bit his bottom-lip and shifted in discomfort. He knew that he would not be able to hold in his urine through the entire movie but he decided that he would wait until another boy had gone to the bathroom so he could offer to accompany him. He just silently prayed that whoever that boy was would not be Tom.
“Hey, what’s the matter with you?” Tom questioned about twenty minutes into the movie when Tord had reached the point of desperation where it was impossible for him to sit still.
“H-Huh? Oh, I am just a bit restless from sitting here for so long…” Tord whimpered out a lie as he tightly crossed one of his legs over the other.
“Okay?” Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Norwegian’s response. He just found Tord to be so socially-awkward, that it was almost uncomfortable to be around him. Tom could not help but notice how Tord flinched and winced in discomfort with another pained-whimper at the fizzy sound of the Brit cracking open one of the numerous cans of soda that Edd had brought over to the coffee-table for everyone.
“Oh, I see what’s going on here…” Tom whispered with a small smirk.
“H-Huh? What do you mean?” Tord questioned after a while once he was absolutely certain that Tom was speaking to him.
“You have to go to the toilet, don’t you?” Tom teased, his smirk growing more sadistic when Tord’s face had reddened at the accusation.
“W-What? N-No…I told you, I am just a bit restless…” Tord attempted to lie once again but the strain in his voice had completely given him away to the Brit.
“Oh, really? Because you look like you’re about to pee yourself…” Tom teased as he gently poked the other boy in the side of his abdomen. Tom’s face began to heat up as well at the strange but pleasant sensation he was beginning to feel in his nether-regions at the sight of Tord recoiling in agony in response to the poke that had just been delivered to his side. Was Tom getting aroused by Tord trying not to wet his pants?
“Does the big, bad, scary Commie have to go potty? Maybe you should ask Edd to make an Omorashi Hentai, starring you…” Tom continued to tease the poor boy.
“C-C…Cut it out…” Tord whimpered. Luckily, the other boys were too absorbed into the movie’s plot to notice the two’s rather, inappropriate conversation but Tord decided that he would hold in his urine until the movie was over, just to prove a point to Tom. After over an hour of whimpering and fidgeting, the movie had finally ended, much to Tord’s relief.
“Tord, could you help me with the dishes?” Edd requested, just as Tord thought he was free to relieve himself.
“O-Of course, Edd…” Tord reluctantly agreed, provoking a snicker from Tom. He was still too shy to admit his desperate need to everyone else, especially Edd, even if he did feel like so much as a cough or sneeze would cause him to lose control of his bladder and wet himself in front of everyone he knew. The sensation of sticking his hands in warm water along with the gentle, splashing noises and the sound of running water were almost too much for the poor Norwegian as he assisted his friend with washing there dishes. Poor Tord had to cross his legs as he stood at the sink just to keep from losing control right there, in front of Edd, though a few leaks did manage to escape, dampening his boxers a little bit.
Once they had finished putting away the last of the dishes, Matt had entered the kitchen to strike up a conversation with Edd about the recent animation he had released. Tord took this opportunity to finally sneak off to the bathroom but just as he thought he would finally be able to relieve his painfully-full bladder, he quickly discovered, much to his horror that someone else was in the bathroom.
“Just a minute!” Tom called from the other side of the door. He then snickered mischievously as he turned on the sink. He really did not have to use the bathroom, he just wanted to pick on the socially-awkward, Norwegian boy that he just happened to share a mutual-friend with.
“Oh no…” Tord squeaked at the sound of the running water as he quickly shoved his hands into his crotch to suppress the torrent of urine that was threatening to burst through.
“No-o…” Tord whimpered as he dropped to his knees, hands still buried tightly into his crotch. He was too late, the torrent of urine he had been holding in for hours finally burst from the tip of his member and soaked the front of his Kaki-jeans with a loud, hissing noise that echoed throughout Edd’s hallway.
“O-Oh my…” Tom had exited the bathroom at this point and had immediately begun to laugh at the poor Norwegian’s predicament. The sight of Tord’s wet crotch, however had caused that strange sensation to return to his member once again.
“Again, Tord? I told you to stop being so shy about telling us when you need the toilet…” Edd scolded as he approached his Norwegian-companion to help him up. Tord wanted so badly to just die as he immediately began to cry softly from humiliation.
“Again?! You mean this happens regularly?! Does he have the bladder of a puppy or something?!” Tom teased, causing Tord’s crying to become more hysterical.
“Tom!” Edd scolded once again as he pulled his Norwegian-friend into a gentle hug.
“It’s okay, Tord…Let’s get you cleaned up…” Edd attempted to sooth the sobbing-Norwegian as he lead him toward his bedroom.
“What?” Tom questioned when he looked up to see all of his and Edd’s mutual-friends, including Matt glaring at him with a look of disapproval.
“That was kinda mean, Tom…” Matt replied sternly.
“Oh, come on! He was so awkward! He was practically begging to be messed with!” Tom tried but everyone merely walked past him to help Edd comfort Tord. Tom may have found the real Tord boring but at least he could get some entertainment out of him the next time he was forced to be around him.
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Imagine Loki visiting Arkansas and taking a few dozen squirrels back to Asgard then turning them loose at the next formal function and laughing so hard at the ensuing chaos that he pees himself before passing out.
3 Things Off the Top of My Head I Wish a Trans Woman Had Told Me When I Was First Transitioning
1. Nobody checks the gender marker on ID I mean, don’t sue me if it happens or anything, cause this isn’t legal advice, but I’ve flown a bajillion times since transitioning and got Ma’m'ed a lot despite A. not changing my gender marker for, like, 10 years and B. TSA regulations requiring them to check for it and C. trying my damnedest to present as male in order to match my ID. Basically, I used to freak out a lot about this, but the reality is people are about as likely to cross reference your gender as your height or eye color. It’s one of those things people tend to assume they can discern without official documentation. Never say never, but don’t give yourself a heart attack over it.
2. People aren’t listening to you pee I spent years, YEARS, worrying that the stall door was gonna get kicked in because the woman next to me realized that my pee hitting water sounded different than her pee hitting water. I don’t know if this is a thing a lot of other people freak out about, but I just wanna say that, if you do, you might be giving the average person’s powers of observation too much credit. Even if you’re taking, like, a ten minute pee, like a Tom Hanks in a League of Their Own style pee (probably because you’ve been holding it for 2 fucking hours and you’re either using the bathroom or pissing yourself in the mall) nobody is paying that much attention to the fucking sound of you doing your business.
3. When your peers start randomly asking you “what’s wrong?” even though there’s absolutely nothing wrong, it’s an indication that they’re starting to see you as a woman. This confused the shit out of me for a long time. I’d be at work or sitting in a chair or otherwise lost in thought and someone would be like, “hey, what’s wrong?” and I’d be like, “WTF? Literally nothing. I had no negative thoughts in my head. I was day dreaming about turtles.” Thing is, a neutral face (or, ya know, a thoughtful, concentrated, or otherwise not preoccupied with everyone else face) on a woman is read as a negative by most people because sexism. Congratulations & Happy trails!
Imagine being on a long distance road trip. Despite your repeated reminders for him to use the restroom before hand, he doesn’t listen. Three hours into the journey, in the middle of nowhere, he demands to pee, but insists that you find at least a mobile restroom for him. In the end, he is forced to relieve himself behind a lone shrub.