What was the moment you realized you were into omo?

[eliska_91 859]

I was a deliberate wetter right through childhood and well before I knew what fetish meant. I hadn't been good with potty training when I was very little, most likely due to being Autistic, and most days in Pre School were spent being in trouble for wetting. I think my brain dealt with the humiliation/shame assoc. with it by turning it into something "naughty". I didn't even know it had the name Omorashi until last year. I can be too innocent sometimes!! Since I have been in a serious relationship I haven't done much with it outside of reading or looking up art or making up my own fantasies. I think my other half would walk if he found out 😬

[DesperateToSee 2]

Definitely when I first understood what the term 'Omorashi' meant. 

 

Before then, and before I knew what masturbating was, I just knew that seeing people desperate to pee made me excited to see-- and afterwards, I went home and proceeded to unknowingly masturbate. 

 

I remember trying to get out of the omo community. A girl wet herself next to me in girl scouts - and I found it disgusting. I thought that it'd be final omorashi instance I'd ever have. It wasn't. 

Story about that >>>  We had just drove away from the bathroom, and calling parents to let them know we were on our way back. During her phone call- I noticed she was more squirmy. I told her she should've gone. Not even a few minutes later and she completely pissed herself! 

 

My mom also had to pee alot during my childhood., along with my friend. 

[Omonomiyaki 404]

On 7/9/2023 at 8:37 AM, KnottyBuoy said:

I was fascinated by wetting and desperation before I was old enough to know I was into SEX!  Seriously — as a little kid, reproduction had been explained to me, but not sexual appetite.  And when I experienced sexual appetite, being fascinated with, well, that part of girls' anatomy, all my associations with that part of the body are about peeing.   I kept it to myself, of course.  Seemed harmless but kinky as hell, definitely something I'd get teased about if anyone knew.  I calmly accepted that I was a bit of a pervert.  Or peevert.

It's cool to learn that so many others already had some erotic physiological response to piss before having any sex drive, it's wild to think about how we all ended up this way 😂

[Anon_User 48]

I can’t pin point exactly when in terms of age, but when I was in my early teens (13-15), I saw a girl in science class struggling to hold it in. I always tended to sit in the back of the classroom to avoid all the other kids so I could have some time to myself and not get caught in between some of the students bs that went on in junior high. Then one day, there was a girl that sat a row in front of me to the right and she looked really desperate. She was bouncing, crossing her legs, groaning in discomfort and moving her hands up and down her thighs. It didn’t catch my attention at first, but when I did my usual space out due to autism during independent work, I noticed her.

I was intrigued with what was going on and just how she needed to go so badly. I remember too that she was with a friend and her friend told her to go pee, but the girl said she wanted to but she couldn’t because there was girls hogging the bathroom and vaping the entire day (same with the boys but the girls allegedly hid in the stalls while the boys where outside the stalls). She said she had no choice but to hold it in for the rest of the day. I noticed there was like and 1 hour and 45 minutes left of school, and I thought she was really going to piss herself soon.

She managed to hold it in for the rest of science class. However I was not with her for the next class (being English). But when school was over and we all started to walk to the buses, I ended up seeing her at her locker gathering her stuff. She was still holding it in, even more frantic and desperate than before. And I swear, I thought I saw her belly bulge out a bit when she was at her locker. 

That event always intrigued me, and from that point on, I was really into female omo. 

[DeezNutsButWet 1]

For me personally, I think I got into omo was when I was really young, around 8-9 years old. I didn't even know what I was doing back then.

Not knowing even the existence of semen, I imagined that this "thing that feels good" (that we call orgasm) I was feeling when rubbing my crotch through my clothes had a link with pee, since when I did this, I would only have to pee after it.

I think somehow, my brain linked piss to pleasure after that and when I got older, I discovered the joys of omorashi videos.

Until then, I started watching "normal" porn and omorashi porn, mainly the desperate wetting ones, I don't know but I feel like it's so hot to see a cute girl piss herself in desperation to go to the bathroom.

Best feeling ever to cum and piss almost at the same time, it just multiplies the amount of pleasure, don't know about y'all.

[itibeti2 98]

It happened more than 20 years ago. I bumped into a now old watersport video, which turned me on so much like nothing could do before…it soon became my biggest interest and my browser history overflowed with peeing related searchings… It took a while until I got to wetting clips which made me so freaking excited that I was really affraid of myself...Even though it was quite challenging to find content on the web at that time, I couldn’t stop...I became addicted to wet panties/swimsuits/clothes…

[jimbeaux 28]

I definitely remember being fascinated by pee probably as early as like 5-6 years. The girl next door and I were the same age and would play together in a tree house in the far back of her large garden. Idk if it was more out of not wanting to stop what we were doing, or not wanting to come down and go into the house where we’d have to see our parents, but we would pee through the gaps of wooden floor of the tree house whenever we had to go. I really enjoyed it for some reason and always tried to make sure I drank a lot when I was going over there so I could pee several times!
She and I would also find different places to pee to avoid going in the house when playing elsewhere in our yards or the playgrounds.

I think another factor was the schools I attended always being strict about bathroom access. I had several experiences of desperation or leaking/minor wetting between the ages of 5-10 due to waiting for “the bathroom pass” that only one student at a time could have. I realized I liked the feeling of being a little wet, and as I got to pre-puberty age started experimenting with permissive wetting, like letting myself spurt some up into the waistband of my pants just for a few seconds at a time every 15 mins or so to relieve the pressure. 

[wetmepants 13]

Can ‘t say these two instances were the catalyst. But they are some of the earliest memories from about six years old and all these years later I still remember their pleasurable sensations.

 

In one case I woke at daylight with a powerful urge to pee. Could be the urge might have woken me. Anyway, I was awake enough to sense when I let loose and the long strong stream that soaked my undies and summer weight PJs. Then I drifted back to sleep only to be woken up by my grandmother. My sister who I was sharing the bed with must have ratted me out.

 

In the second instance I was playing at the woods edge with my best buddy. Again, I had the powerful urge but this time something in me tempted me to do it in my pants. I told my friend I needed to go and that I could just go in my pants. He urged me not to, but I was determined. I was wearing new blue jeans that still kept their deep dark blue color and stiffness. I spread my legs apart as we both watched my crotch darken and the wet stain radiate down the inseams of both legs to my shoes.

[StrawberryPie 17]

I always loved too pee in my pants in shower, and I realized that I'm into omo when I was watching omorashi porns more than normal ones. 

[40sleaker 92]

I was 16/17 and I read an article in a womens magazine about incontinence which included anecdotes and I was hooked. I had wet myself quite a lot as a kid and picked on by a group of girls. Think the revenge/embarrassment aspect kicked in. 

[CarmenCD 1,319]

When I stopped crying when I wet my pants, basically. It happened when I became a teenager.

Edited September 5 by CarmenCD (see edit history)

[Darkspot9 51]

Well, one day, when I was about 9 my pen exploded in class and I went to the bathroom to wash my hands but I really needed to pee. Now for some reason, I decided to wash the ink off my hands first (I couldn't tell you why for the life of me) anyway, hearing running water DID NOT help with my desperation and eventually I stopped washing my hands because a little pee had escaped me, and a drop rolled down my leg. I ran across the bathroom to dry my hands, which was an even bigger mistake because another huge spurt of pee escaped me and hit the floor. I squeezed my legs together and saddled into the bathroom. I knew if i uncrossed my legs I would pee myself so I had to pull my skirt down fast. I uncrowded my legs and began to unleash pee into my pink and white striped panties. I tried to pull my skirt down in time but I couldn't unhook it and in the end just stood there and watched a puddle from around me. This was my first wetting incident which I think triggered a chain reaction... I started peeing the bed again very often and sometimes at school pee myself at my desk, unable to even STAND in time. My mom ended up buying me diapers which I had to wear for a WHOLE year. I hated this at the time but I love every bit of it now. When I was 18, I moved into a college work with a roommate who barely stayed there. I bought many pairs of panties that year and I would wet myself more often than not (genuinely!). But after a while I would unknowingly wet the bed, which I was very ashamed of, and since then have dialed it down to just laundry day, which seems to have fixed the problem 🙂

Edited September 3 by Darkspot9 (see edit history)

[bedwetpix 1]

On 9/2/2023 at 5:59 PM, wetmepants said:

Can ‘t say these two instances were the catalyst. But they are some of the earliest memories from about six years old and all these years later I still remember their pleasurable sensations.

 

In one case I woke at daylight with a powerful urge to pee. Could be the urge might have woken me. Anyway, I was awake enough to sense when I let loose and the long strong stream that soaked my undies and summer weight PJs. Then I drifted back to sleep only to be woken up by my grandmother. My sister who I was sharing the bed with must have ratted me out.

 

In the second instance I was playing at the woods edge with my best buddy. Again, I had the powerful urge but this time something in me tempted me to do it in my pants. I told my friend I needed to go and that I could just go in my pants. He urged me not to, but I was determined. I was wearing new blue jeans that still kept their deep dark blue color and stiffness. I spread my legs apart as we both watched my crotch darken and the wet stain radiate down the inseams of both legs to my shoes.

I love your story 🙂

And what did your friend say after you did it in your pants? 🙂
How did your parents feel about it? Didn't you get scolded for it?

[An0n 77]

On 7/6/2023 at 3:15 PM, OldWetGuy said:

I mark my love for omo from the days of being forced to hold my pee on long car rides. I would announce my need only to be told by my Mother that Dad was too busy getting us to our destination to stop. She would tell me to “hold it if you can”.  I would then spend the next hour or so concentrating on keeping the valve in my urethra closed. This, of course, focused my entire attention to the pain at the base of my penis. I would hold and hold as the pain increased, with all of my resources devoted to keeping the pee from coming out. At some point the pain became a burning then shortly thereafter would magically go away as I watched the crotch of my pants darken and felt the wonderful hot pee spreading out my thighs and under my bum. It smelled so naughty and felt so good…….

When we would finally stop for gas, Mom would say “Do you still have to pee?”

”No, I already did it in my pants”.

“That’s OK Donnie.”

❤️

 

She sounds luke a very understanding mum. My parents were the same. Whenever I'd wet myself they didn't mind. Just helped clean up amd sorted. This probably aided in my love for wetting and omo? 

[rroostersauce 29]

I realized when I first started watching porn. I quickly stumbled across squirting and following that little rabbit hole got me to piss porn. It made a lot of stuff make sense! I had always been weirdly fixated on pee, rereading books or rewatching scenes where it was involved (especially kids picture books in which someone peed themself), making my toys and drawings pee or pee themselves, and so on. I had one friend where we would go hide behind something next to his pool and pee in our suits in front of each other rather than going inside. I also had, and have, an outsized fear about not being able to get to a bathroom -- I would obsessively pee before school every day. But yeah obviously I didn't realize it could be sexual until I was a little older. 

[Kay819 4]

When I was younger I would always hold my pee and have accidents and realized as I got older how much I enjoyed it. 

[wetmepants 13]

On 9/4/2023 at 2:33 AM, bedwetpix said:

I love your story 🙂

And what did your friend say after you did it in your pants? 🙂
How did your parents feel about it? Didn't you get scolded for it?

As these occurred many years ago, some parts are hazy and a lost memory. The actual act of letting go though is still quite vivid.

 

For the bedwetting I recall the letting go and immediate sensations very well. I don’t recall the moments of waking up wet. The aftermath is like an out-of-body experience. I can see myself standing beside the bed and Nana and sister side by side. Nana is holding my wet undies in one hand and wet PJ bottoms in the other while I am standing there in just my PJ top receiving the “I am so disappointed in you” talking to. I’m sure my mother would have been told all about it.

 

For the jeans wetting, I recall the letting go and immediate sensations and some moments afterwards. I don’t recall my buddy’s expressions during and after. Probably because I was so focused on myself. Other neighborhood kids were nearby including my younger sister. Soon we became aware the mailman had just delivered. My sister and I were anxiously waiting for the mailman to deliver postcards to our friends from our trip the week before. As we all ran to the mailbox I did so in typical wet pants wide gate. I probably looked like a pissy wet cowboy.  My mother who was sitting on our front steps noticed right away only reacted with “Ohhh” followed by name. She behaved like an understanding mother who’s just noticed her son’s wet accident. Something I don’t remember but was reminded of in later years by my mother is that I used to hold on until the potty dancing was evident. So, she must have assumed it was a real accident. Had she known it was deliberate I’m sure things would have been quite different. Something weird about this memory is I recall we all were running to our own mailbox.

[OldWetGuy 818]

@wetmepants, it’s funny how certain pieces of memory are so clear even after the passage of much time. I remember my Mom turning to look at me and my wet pants in the backseat. He expression was one of sympathy and compassion. At that moment my world was OK.

Edited September 8 by OldWetGuy (see edit history)

[sammamish 0]

It started in school for me. I wet myself in class at Infant School (England) and the humiliation lodged in my brain. When I started to masturbate, I used to make a wash cloth into a triangle and hold it in front of me and wet it. This was in the 70s. It was many years later ready Fiesta magazine that for the first time I realized it wasn't just me. And then of course, the Internet changed everything. I found Patches Place and she kindly dismantled a VHS cassette and posted the reel to me in the UK. Everything changed from that point, but as I've commented elsewhere, sadly I've never been able to share with anyone...

[peedmypants 553]

I remember being 6 or 7 and at a dog show with my mother and her friends. She told me to sit on the steps and not move until she came back. She was gone so long and my bladder was full so I started rocking back and forth on the concrete step slowly wetting myself. It wasn't sexual then but it felt so exciting at the time. 

 

Some time later, still in that age range, I was in dance class and had been told by my mother that I'd talked too much that day and I had no more words or I'd get the belt. I had to pee but was afraid to ask and when we did the splits I peed all over the wood floor. I remember looking down and watching the puddle slowly form underneath and getting the same excited feeling as the last time. 

 

I realized it was sexual around 12. I was at a friend's house and she looked at me and said "wanna watch me pee my pants?" She was wearing really tight jeans and I already had a slight crush on her. She spread her legs, wet herself, and laughed. I instantly got very wet and realized I was more aroused by the wet spot on her jeans and the pool of urine between her legs than I was anything else.

[Wetty Mae 83]

i was literally 2 years old and still bathing in a little baby bath thing.  idk how to describe it but it sat inside the actual bath tub.  i remember sitting up on the back part that was elevated a little and peeing on it and getting so excited.  when my younger sibling was born i was jealous of them getting to wear diapers && made mom put me in one.  it was really dumb haha.  was no more than 3 or 4 at that point.  i said 'wut if i peed in this?' and she said she'd spank my butt.  😆

[Windows XPee 313]

I don't know if I can remember the moment I realised I liked wetting myself, tbh.

I had my first accident as a teenager and realised that it wasn't as bad as I naturally assumed it'd be and actually quite enjoyed the relief, with no feelings of embarrassment or shame. It was only the natural enjoyment of relief I'd have gotten if I'd have made it to the toilet, though, and I remember there was nothing sexual there even though I'd hit puberty by that age. It was a case of latch-key syndrome, but yeah I wouldn't say I enjoyed it like that.

At some point I realised I liked it because I'd started wetting myself on the way home from school or once I'd got home and was playing videogames in my bedroom.

It wasn't until I was early 20's I think that I realised my fetish had a name and a community.

*Having thought more about it, I had about 3 genuine accidents on my way home from school and I remember the second time being about a year after the first (which I described in this comment). I deliberately wet myself out of frustration because I couldn't zip my coat up without leaking so (knowing there was nobody else around and that it was torrential raining anyway) I had a 'f*ck it' moment. I remember enjoying the warmth and the whole experience really, so I think that was the exact moment I realised I liked it like *that*.

Edited September 17 by Windows XPee (see edit history)

[OldWetGuy 818]

1 minute ago, Windows XPee said:

I don't know if I can remember the moment I realised I liked wetting myself, tbh.

I had my first accident as a teenager and realised that it wasn't as bad as I naturally assumed it'd be and actually quite enjoyed the relief, with no feelings of embarrassment or shame. It was a case of latch-key syndrome. Wouldn't say I realised I liked it though.

At some point I realised I liked it because I'd started wetting myself on the way home from school or once I'd got home and was playing videogames in my bedroom.

It wasn't until I was early 20's I think that I realised my fetish had a name and a community.

I think your generation is fortunate in that the information about Omo is readily available via the internet. 
As a Boomer, I thought I was freak for my fascination with wetting. In my 30’s I started finding books that touched briefly on “Urophilia” and “Urolagnia” as deviant sexual pathologies. At least my pathology had a name. 
I was in my 40’s before accepting my fetish as part of who I am, and in my 50’s before I learned how many others shared my interest.

When I learned that Omorashi is the name of this interest and that I could share thoughts and stories with like minded friends, I was very happy.

So here I am 💦😁

[dwp 438]

4 hours ago, OldWetGuy said:

I think your generation is fortunate in that the information about Omo is readily available via the internet. 
As a Boomer, I thought I was freak for my fascination with wetting. In my 30’s I started finding books that touched briefly on “Urophilia” and “Urolagnia” as deviant sexual pathologies. At least my pathology had a name. 
I was in my 40’s before accepting my fetish as part of who I am, and in my 50’s before I learned how many others shared my interest.

When I learned that Omorashi is the name of this interest and that I could share thoughts and stories with like minded friends, I was very happy.

So here I am 💦😁

Yeah, I'm right there with you. No internet when we were young, no books that talked about it, at least not that we could get to, and wetting your self was considered sick. I'm so happy that we can share now, and to know that we aren't alone.

[Viralwolfe13 168]

Mine actually started with porn, believe it or not. When I first started branching out, looking for things other than the more vanilla types of erotica. I actually stumbled across videos of girls and even other guys peeing themselves on purpose. And I found that I actually rather enjoyed watching it. But then it started creeping into the back of my mind of what it would be like to DO it? And that thought just kept staying with me, until one night I decided that I need to try. I had been up late, it was summer vacation (I was still in HS), and my mom was deep asleep. I had been enjoying a few favorite wetting videos, and realized how bad I really needed to pee. And I decided that I was going to try it. Though being a first time ever wetting myself on purpose, and my first time wetting since like elementary school, I decided to just wet my boxer-briefs that I usually slept in, and do it in the bathroom where it was easy to clean. So I sat in the toilet like a normal person but "forgot" to pull down my underwear, and started to pee. And watching the wet patch spread, and feeling the warmth and wetness spreading was just absolutely amazing. After I was done enjoying my first wetting and had to clean up, which thankfully I had a load of my own laundry to do in the morning anyway, I changed and went to bed, but fully intending to do it again the next day. And I've been hooked ever since.