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Took my now ex-wife to a concert that was about a 2 hour drive from home.  It was the first time we'd been out since having our first kid.  All during the show she kept saying we needed to leave, it's time to go, we've been gone to long.  Stuff like that.  When the band completed their main set, she got and started walking out.  I said, "They still have an encore.", but she continued to walk out.  On the way to the car, she stopped to use the bathroom,  At this point I was upset since the band had returned to the stage to play a couple more songs.   I said if we can't stay, then we don't have time to stop, and kept walking.  

We now have a 2 hour ride home, and about 30 minutes in, she started squirming and fidgeting.  At this point, I slowed the car just a little so it wouldn't be noticeable.  As we continued, I could tell she was getting more and more desperate.  Crossing her legs and putting her hand down in her crotch.  I was getting excited about the situation, hoping that she would be unable to hold much longer.  As we got closer, I again slowed a little more, trying to take as long as possible.  20 minutes to home, still holding, but breathing heavy and her hand firmly pressed against herself.  15 minutes.  I'm beginning to think she's going to make it.  Then with about 10 minutes to go, I hear a gasp.  Finally … she's wetting her pants, and not very happy.  I was very excited.  Looking over and seeing the big wet patch in her pants.  It got even better when we got home.  Seeing how wet the back of her pants were, almost down to her knees.  

Ever since that day, I've been almost obsessed with women wetting their pants or panties.  Eventually, I even started wetting myself.

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16 hours ago, Mr Man said:

I just remember always being fascinated with pee as a kid (no idea why) and naturally as I got older and gained access to the internet my curiosity peaked and here I am now. What about you guys?

I think I probably have a quite similar situation.

I don't know how you define "omo", but I'm talking generally about "these things".

I can't say any exact age, but I think that already at age 7-9 (if not even younger, I don't remember) I started to realize that girls pee in a different way than boys and that was little bit mystery and fascinating thing. And one of the earliest individual incident what I can remember happened when I was about 10-year old. We were driving on a forest road and we had to stop the car so my mother could go to pee in bushes. But that happened just literally a few minutes before we would arrive to "proper toilet", so I remember how I was wondering then on my mind that was it really possible that she couldn't wait a few minutes more and it was again kind of fascinating thing, if you can say so.

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When I was in middle school there was a girl who was super desperate during standardized testing. You weren’t allowed to leave the room and she was a friend of mine and she was whispering to me how desperate she was. Saying things like “I’m about to pee myself” and I felt bad but I was also super into it. I went home and looked it up online and saw videos and have been hooked ever since. 

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I’ve always really been interested in pee and pee holding. When I was 4 or 5 I would play ‘make believe’ with my friends where my character would be desperate to use the bathroom, haha! Even earlier than that, Some of my earliest memories are making up scenarios for my toys that made them desperate. It’s always been around, I just recently embraced it ! 

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I honestly have no clue. I just remember as an adolescent, finding an interest in both anal play and watersports (almost definitely due to porn on the internet. Whoops). 

I got really into online chatrooms, and found an interest in taking commands from people, like slow training, to the very rare pee holding or drinking.

I do remember one user in the chatrooms I met once very well, as it was probably some of the best, kinkiest things I've gotten to do for somebody. I will spare the details for those of whom may not like the more odd stuff, but I do remember being commanded to use urine for cereal, and eat like a dog, as well as other piss drinking, and wetting tasks. 

I've never had anything else like it (understandably), and I am always looking for creative tasks now, that might incorporate foodplay, pet play, etc.. 

That was probably the moment that a few of my fetishes were solidified 😣

 

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I peed myself when I was 7 years old in year 1 at my school. It was during my way home from school. I held it to main entrance to our block of appartments and felt unknown feeling. It was humiliated but exciting at the same time.

There was not internet at that time and no mobile phones. But I started to observe peoples who were in pee problems. And I started to pee myself when I was alone.

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I don't know if I can pinpoint one time in particular that I realized I was into pee, but a few incidents stick out in my memory.

When I was 9 or 10, I was visiting a cousin, who was the same age as me, and she at one point started wetting herself without warning. Her mom noticed, got angry, and sent her to her room. Later I snuck up to her room and asked her why she did that. She said there were two reasons: one, that she knew she would make her mom angry (she mentioned this was not the first time she had been caught), and two, that wetting felt really good. She tried to convince me to wet, but I was reluctant to. At this point it wasn't really a sexual thing for me. I never actually tried wetting until after the second incident:

When I was about 11 or 12, I had a sex ed course in school that probably reduced my (very lacking) understanding of its subject. What I got from it was that some substance was supposed to come from my penis, and it was supposed to feel good. I didn't really know how to make this happen, though. So, I thought that if I pushed like I was trying to pee, that might work. Needless to say, this just made me pee. Luckily I had a towel which caught the pee. Giving up, I decided to wipe off my penis with the wet towel, and at that point I figured it out. So my first experiences with masturbation were with peeing into a towel and getting myself off with that.

Later on (when I was about 16 or so), I got the internet and found people with similar interests, and, as 2ornot2p said, the rest is history.

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when i was 6 years old there where 4 boys that peed there pants a little every day they had wet spot on pants every day one of them live next door to me the other 3 i saw at school i was fascinated every time i saw them and they looked so cool they smelled like pee i knew the wet spots where pee i wanted so much to pee my pants every day  like them and i wanted to smell like pee like them they where so cool so i started peeing my pants a little every so that i would have wet spot on  pants like them i liked how it felt wearing peed pants  so i peed my pants every day like them and i was  a cool boy like them i started holding my pee every day so that i could pee my pants a little lots of time every day when i peed the toilet i only peed some  the pee  and held the rest o f my pee so i could always pee my pants a little if the wet spot dry  i would pee a little in till  the wet spot was size i wanted it to be some days i peed real big wet spots i peed my pants every day and then wanted to to pee the bed every night to so i started peeing my bed on purpose every night  then one then i started peeing the bed on accident i became a bedwetter like wanted to  i stoped  peeing my pants every day when i was 14 years old but i still pee the bed every night i cant stop peeing the bed i still like peeing my pants and i like peeing the bed and still like holding my pee that is how i got into omorashi

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I was four years old.  I'd been put to bed, and as I lay there, I realized that I needed to pee.  Now, I could have easily gotten up and gone to the washroom, but what happened instead is I got an idea.

"I wonder," I thought to myself, "what it felt like to be a baby."

Then i peed my pants.

I did it again the next night.

So it's been a few decades since then, and I honestly have no idea how long the trail of wet beds is behind me, but . . . there it is.

Oh, let me add to it, actually.

When I hit puberty, around a decade after, it was one night during the summer.  I was wearing a pair of gym shorts, as I have as far back as I can remember.  I had just flooded them, and as much as I knew that I liked the way it felt, this time, I felt something more, and started rubbing my junk through my soggy shorts.  Then I came for the first time.

...and that, I suspect, is the moment that it became cemented as a sexual thing.

 

 

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For me I think the first vague interest came from chatting with my the step-brother when we were really young. 

For a bit of background, I lived with my single mum full time, and perhaps 50 or so miles away my dad lived with his girlfriend and her son, who was roughly the same age as me. I used to spend some time during the school holidays staying with them, and whilst me and her son fought like cat and dog most of the time, we got on really well when chatting at bed time. We were about 9 or so at the time.

It's all very vague in my memory as took place over 20 years ago now, but somehow one night when lying in bed we ended up talking about bedwetting. Neither of us were bedwetters - I think I can only remember 2 genuine bedwetting accidents I had throughout my entire childhood, which I'll tell the story's of separately - but for some reason it came up. We spent lots of time chatting about it and then messing around we said we should pretend to do it or something along those lines. I remember egging him on, and him doing the same to me. Lots of silliness and giggling, pretending we had done it and making "pssssssssssss" noises to each other.

Eventually we said we were going to, and he actually did! Not a full bladder emptying by any stretch, but he must have peed for at least a couple of seconds as his pyjamas ended up with a big wet spot and so did his sheets. After he'd done it, he got quite upset and was worried about getting caught. I think ,as a non-bedwetter, he was embarrassed about it. After seeing him get upset and worried about hiding it, I didn't go ahead with it myself - I probably should have done to make him feel better. 

I remember the next day he was really quiet and nervous all day, and when we went to visit my nan (my dad's mum) he got tearful and went and privately confided in her that he'd had an accident the night before and wet his bed. He obviously didn't admit he'd done it on purpose, but I think she spoke to his mum about it for him so that his sheets could be changed and without the embarrassment of having to tell her himself.

It all goes hazy again after that, so I don't think much more ever came of it. Do remember being in a doctors surgery waiting area with him around the same age, and we were just messing about as kids do. We were flicking through all of the medical leaflets in the rack, and I remember us giggling about a DryNites leaflet in there - think we took a couple of them home with us, but that was about all.

Following on from all of that, my next real involvement (apart from a couple of genuine accidents I had and witnessed) was when we finally got connected to the internet a year or two later, and the interest must have been bubbling away in the back of my mind as when I had private access I started to search for nappies, wetting etc. And the rest, as they say, is soggy history ;) 

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I've posted this elsewhere but here it is again: When I was first figuring out masturbation, I always lost bladder control upon climax. Eventually my holding muscles learned to clench, but I think that created a connection in my brain between peeing and arousal.

After that, I always noticed that reading of people peeing themselves or being desperate tended to get me off faster, but I didn't think much of it until I saw the term "omorashi" dropped in the comments section of a TED-Ed video. I was very happy to learn that there was a name for my kink.

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15 minutes ago, tomcatt said:

I'll be honest: Fairly Odd Parents. I didn't even watch that show regularly, I went over to a friend's house once and there was this episode about the main character getting desperate to pee and I NEVER forgot that moment. I think I was 10, maybe 11 at the time. 

I remember that episode. "Truth or Cosmoquences" if anyone wants to look it up for themselves.

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I know I have recalled this a number of times here! So apologies for going over it again but I do so like to join in, and for me, this is such an interesting topic to hear how it all started for others! It all started at just 4 years old. Now I'm not saying I have a Hyperthymesia memory recall. But I do have a wonderful very powerful memory and can remember right back to when I was two years old. Anyway, this is how it all started for me. I spent that longer summer at a wonderful whitewashed with roses around the door cottage in South Devon which about a 20 mins walk from a lovely remote sandy beach I just so loved playing on the beach I recall the British summer weather was not so good that year but we still went on the beach nearly every day my mum would either play with me or sit and read behind the much-needed beach screen windbreak. I was the kind of child that would play on my own for hours on end anyway loved digging making castles and holes in the sand. My mum's cousin in California had sent over some wonderful clothes for me in the previous winter time there was this pair of wonderful silky stretchy nylon Speedo-style swim trunks they were red and had little pictures of boating motifs  on like rope anchors and such like they felt so wonderful on we had nothing like this in the UK you still had those stretchy cotton little boys swim trunks that went all saggy when they got wet and well looked more like pants! This was the early 1960's More nylon was just coming in. But these USA trunks fit me so well and did not feel at all saggy! They were silky tight and super smooth They even had a matching towelling jacket as well.  
 
Anyway so there I was playing away on the beach it was a cool cloudy day our first day on the beach I had my new swim trunks on and a chunky hand knitted Aran cardigan which was quite short as was an old one I was growing out off so only came to well above the waistband of my new trunks  my mum had knitted this as on this day there was a cool wind coming in off the sea. As I played away I began to feel the first feeling of needing to go pee. Now I could see on this remote sandy beach there were NO toilets and it took us about 20+ minutes walk from our cottage to get here and I did not want to leave the beach and walk back so as to use the bathroom say! So thought it would be OK and hung on and just carried on playing. I would think to guess another hour or so passed and by this time my need had really intensified I was having to stop and hold my willy in my swim trunks and my lower tummy was really hurting normally my mum would have seen me holding/fiddling about with my willy through my trunks and asked if I needed to go do a "stream" her word for me needing a pee! I suppose at that age I was still quiet pee shy and my mum would still ask me often if I needed to go particularly if she saw me fiddling down there.  But on the beach, she was the other side of our beach screen so could only see my head say!  The thing about all this is I can remember this all so vividly as if it was almost yesterday rather than 56 years ago!!! I think that's what sticks with me and its always been that way.  
 
I had got myself really worried as I now knew I would not make the walk back to our cottage even, and this was unlike our garden at home which was very private there was no cover or tress here just a very wide open sandy beach. The next moment I felt my chubby small fingers that were just about having to hold myself constantly now get very slightly damp and warm! On pensively looking down there was now at the end of where my willy pointed up in the trunks a little circle of the new silky tight swim trunk light red fabric that had turned a dark red with wetness as I leaked the first little dribble of my wee out.  I was in turmoil!  As big boys of 4 well nearly 5! Did just NOT go pee in there swimming pants and wet do they? I thought, I have to say my mum was so laid back and loving she had never ever or would ever scold me for anything like this ever, but I was still worried that I was going to get told off and also I might not be allowed back on the beach if I could not keep my swimming pants dry! Funny how you think at this young age. But yet all this going on in my young head I also remember feeling more than a  little bit excited in my predicament. I was about to break all the rules of potty/toilet training and big No No's and do what we are told and taught is so very taboo and dirty the likes of peeing in one's pants/trunks that we are taught and have to learn as youngsters that is so wrong. I was now old enough to fully realise and comprehend all this in. Maybe that's why I was also feeling a little excited? Like any moment in time, I was going to break those golden rules! With a golden stream. 
 
At that moment as a strong rush of cool sea breeze hit me I felt another little longer spurt of my warm pee burst forth from my willy into the trunks again somehow I managed to hold back and stop the flow! But my bladder muscles were just about shot now with the fullness of pee backing up.  Since starting school on my 4th Birthday way back almost a year ago as you could then I had built up quite a good bladder control it was a very small friendly village school with only about 15 in the classes, however in those days you were very much encouraged right from day one to only use the bathroom in break times and a few times in those first few weeks from the mid-morning break till the lunchtime break I had got really desperate, in those days we had a 1/3 pint bottle of milk to drink at mid-morning break plus we were encouraged to drink water from the water fountain. I had always held on and never once wet in school! I think a couple of times I might have dribbled a few leaks out a little then. I think that this was helping me hold on here now on the beach! 
 
But now on looking down, there was a dark damp/neigh a wet patch right down the front of my swim trunks and my fingers holding my foreskin for dear life through the slippy wet nylon fabric felt wet and squishy! I knew I was all in. My eyes started to well up and I felt the first tears roll down my cheek. I did my best to shuffle around to the other side of the beach screen and thought I better go and own up to mum, but I got only a few steps and my warm stream just burst forth my hot wee inside my trunks just seemed to shoot right up to my lower tummy and the trunk nylon fabric just kind of ballooned up until it reached a point of total saturation then I felt a huge hot cascade down and between my legs I had just frozen at this point on the damp sand and I started to cry more with the fact that I thought I was in so much trouble. Naturally, my mum got up and dashed to see what was wrong. It was pretty obvious when she got to me what my plight was as wee was still bursting forth well out of the front of my trunks. " O darling don't cry mummy forgot to tell you its OK you can just do a stream when you need to go in your swim trunks on the beach so don't cry, darling mummy should have told you". She hugged me not bothering about my wet wee soaked trunks she had her 1960s fuller high waisted black and white Bri Nylon bikini panties on and a nice woolly white Aran wool chunky cardigan that she had knitted she took a tissue out of the cardigan pocket and wiped my eyes and wiped my noise! I think she could see I still looked a bit bemused so she did know more and said come on we will go down to the sea edge which as the tide was coming in was not far as we got to the water's edge she said "Mummy needs to do a stream as well" and squatted down and let go a long pee go through her own bikini panties on to the damp sand! Asa, if to say in deeds, look mummy is wetting and its OK! We both then sat down in the small very cool little waves that rolled right into the seashore edge. I remember the very cold sea water made me do a little more warm pee in my trunks! Boy | was hooked! and have been ever since this day. Now naturally every time on the beach or in the garden at home in my swim trunks after this I would just pee whenever I liked and I got that wonderful naughty excited feeling in my tummy and sometimes this would all make my willy would grow big before or after. Now OK, nothing sexual at 4 going on 5 I suppose it was purely being allowed to do something I thought was just so naughty and taboo that got me excited! Mind I do  remember as we walked to the sea edge holding hands me in my pee soaked red trunks and then seeing my mum pee through her bikini my willy had a little erection maybe just due to the rubbing on the silky fabric of my new trunks being warm and wet which was soon lost in the cold seawater but then boys can have erections in the womb at this tend age we have no idea of sex thank goodness at these tender ages but I do think so  much of our later life is moulded from happenings or experiences in our early younger years did we realise it. I had such a happy wonderful childhood full of love I feel very blessed. I know, without a doubt, this was where this whole pee thing started for me on Gara Rock Beach 1964!  
 
Best wishes to everyone here. Kev.        
 
 
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I don't really remember it's been so long,i like peeing all types of pants and shorts as well as peeing on stuff like I have peed on the floor of my carpeted room and then after fabresed it, I also have peed on the floor and the side the bathroom stalls in my school and public pool, I remember in Middle School I was less discreet about it I used to pee in my pants in class I have long shirts untucked, however I did not pee a whole lot at a time so it would not smell as much

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When I was 7 or 8, I saw my best friend squirming in her room (I was going to sleep there) I asked what was wrong and she told me that she needed to pee

I didn't understand why she was holding, but I started too. It was amazing

So I started to hold my pee. But, one day, I regret it 

At my 13 years old, I was dancing for a presentation in School with my crush

I needed to pee badly before the presentation, but I thought I could hold it 

I started to leak in the middle of the dance and he knew it that I needed to pee. After the dance, I was crossing my legs with a hand in my crotch 

He helped me to look for a toilet, but I didn't make it and started to wet myself. 

It was humiliating, but he comforted me

 

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I got my start in 6th grade. After the boys’ bathrooms got vandalized for the third time in a year, they locked all of them and made us go to the office and use the bathroom there. Not wanting to be bothered with that, I started just holding it all day. When I got home that first day, I decided to do some research online to see if it was safe and for advice on how to do it. During that, I discovered Katrina’s Hold Your Bladder Forum, and the stuff I read on there was extremely erotic to me. Sadly, it went offline by the time I reached the age of legal majority, but somewhere along the way I found this site, so here I am now.

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