Omorashi Stories

A place for to write wetting stories. These may usually include diapering the wetter. Sometimes they just can't be trusted not to have an accident. •happy to take requests •Pictures are not mine unless I state otherwise.

[curious-unicorn]

Stop pissing inside stores and malls on the floor if you have no plans on cleaning it up! I’m fucking tired of seeing omorashi vids where they do that and we all know some cleaner gotta wash that, and trust me they are not getting enough paid for that in my opinion.

It being your kink to do it in public? Fine, but either do it outside where it can dry without problems or take a fucking bucket and a rag with you next time you’re inside.

[wet-and-embarrassed]

Let’s not make workers miserable

[wet-and-embarrassed]

Things that give me life

•cute boys needing to pee but being too embarrassed.

•cute girls needing to pee but being too embarrassed.

•cute people needing to pee but being too embarrassed.

[spaceyjules-deactivated20180305]

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

[spaceyjules-deactivated20180305]

Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me

[clarknokent]

Unfollow me too

[gothhabiba]

this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice

[closet-keys]

and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire. 

[peachypastel]

I just lost 50 followers.. bye

[katiemcgrxth]

clearing out the trash

[1aunchpad-mcquack]

Get the fuck out, thanks.

[hatingeverything]

Unfollow me too

[thecrediblehulk212]

Facts trash ✌🏿️✌🏿✌🏿✌🏿

[msnikkey-deactivated20200309]

Please leave now…👋👣

[bluedreaming001]

True words dem 👏🏾 unfollow me plz

[thepiscesprincesa]

Unfollow me. PLZZZZ

[memory-of-lynn-darby]

Although nothing here is actually selling anymore. Since, the artist is no longer here to sell. Please look at this beautiful gallery of oil paintings down by my grandmother.

https://www.dailypaintworks.com/artists/lynn-darby-2717/bio

[wet-and-embarrassed]

That amazing moment when you almost finish writing a story, and the app crashes all work lost.

How do you gain the will to rewrite it?

[snoopingasusualisee]

why does “pee your pants” invoke such a stronger and more threatening emotion than your standard “suck my dick” comeback does

[thank-you-everyone-deactivated2]

it’s nonsexual, it’s not involving the speaker. it’s just an incredible powerful command. pee your pants. lose continence.

[trulythirsting]

“peeing your pants is nonsexual”

*omorashi fetishists giggling nervously*

[wet-and-embarrassed]

"Peeing your pants is non sexual"

That's what you think, you vanilla.

[wet-and-embarrassed]

Wet for a Game

"I'm not going to be any later! I want to be first in line for the new Final Fantasy!", the impatient girl hollered. John had no choice but to follow her out the door. Probably due to the fact she had a tight grip on his wrist. Before he could try to stop her, she had already locked the door behind them and was half way to the car. This was going to be a long night. "Can we please stop somewhere? They won't have a bathroom outside and we'll be there all night." "No, you where given plenty of time before hand. In fact, I'm running late because of you.", Emma growled. Her focus was on driving but a quick side glare made the boy shiver. He no longer had the will to fight her, even if she was being stubborn. "I packed a bunch of drinks for the night. The empty bottles can be used to pee in." John glared at her, "there's no way in hell's name I'm going in a bottle." They get to the closed store and are third in line. While setting up, Emma drinks a bottled coffee. She hands John a energy drink, which he quickly drinks wanting to be able to stay up. A few hours go by and John's bladder begins to throb. He tries to walk off to go on a tree or something, but is stoped. Apparently leaving the line means losing his spot. He defeatedly lays down with his legs crossed and head in Emma's lap. She lays a blanket over him and runs her fingers through his hair till he drifts off to sleep. "Goodnight Puppy," she whispered, as she kissed the top of his head. A warmth on his crotch quickly jolts John awake. He looks under the blanket to see a small dark spot on the crotch of his pants. Quickly, he takes off his jacket and ties it around is waist in hopes to hide it, tightly crossing his legs trying to make sure no more comes out. Of course with his luck, now is when the store decides to open. Emma quickly packs up the stuff. Then she turns to John. "Are you feeling ok?" John only nods in response. "Are you sure? You're face is red." Emma says with worry wrapped in her voice. "Y-yeah I'm fine." "Okay, let me know if you start not feeling well," she slowly helps him up. He bites his lips to keep from whimpering. He has the strong urge to hold him self but refrains. They walks into the store, his knees together. Emma makes sure to grab one of the new games. They get in line, but due to John not being able to move to fast, there's already a decent sized line. Emma is excitedly reading the disk box, no longer paying John much attention. His knees feel locked together, he wouldn't dare try to separate them though. His whimpers catch the attention of nearby customers but they all seem to busy to care. A warm drip comes down his leg. He can no longer help but hold his crotch in attempt to hold it a little longer as his knees give out. The loud thud as his knees hit the floor quickly grabs Emma's attention. She looks away from the cashier to see the boy on his knees. Confused, she pays the cashier and turns towards John. His bladder gives out and his whimpers soon turn into moans of relief. At the moment he isn't worried about who was watching, only the relief he feels. The warmth spreads down the legs of his jeans as a small stream goes through them into a puddle on the floor. It wasn't till his bladder was empty did he remember his environment. His face grew dark red as he stares at the puddle trying to avoid looking at anyone around him. Emma crotched down in front of him, gently speaking, "it'll be ok, let's go home." She helps him up and leans over to kiss the top of his hand. To him the fact she was so much taller just made the situation somehow seem more embarrassing, she on the other hand, loved it. Gently Emma takes his hand and walks him out of the building while he frantically apologizes to the cashier. They get home and Emma runs a bath while John undresses. Then she takes his clothes to the washing machine as he washes and puts clean clothes in the bathroom for him. After awhile, John comes out of the bathroom and comes to sit next to Emma on the bed. "You feeling better?" John nods and curls up on the bed next to her. Emma holds him till he falls asleep. "Goodnight Puppy"