#Omoblr

[squirmystuffiez]

I’m the sort of sad that will only be cured by a certain pretty boy sat grinding and squirming on my lap bc he’s about to wet himself 😔 clenching his legs as he tries not to leak, little spurts ribboning down the insides of his thighs, gasping and grunting and humping to desperately keep control of himself but only leaking all the more, hot and wet and splashy in my lap. The mortification of being giggled at and cooed to, then freezing, clamped tight as he loses control and starts to piss, hard and furious, the hiss of liquid drowning out his mortified hiccups and whimpers, his tense shaking body slowly going lax, pretty mouth opening in a soft little sigh… cheeks all red and blushy…

[omotextual]

Love the thought of someone needing permission to piss every time...but their dom is at work, busy with projects and they don't want to bother them. Maybe they work up the nerve to call because they just need to go that badly and oop, sorry, they're in a meeting right now. Or super busy with some files and unable to pick up. Or on a deadline and can't really afford to be distracted.

Bonus points if the sub was in fact supposed to wait until they got home, but is unable to do so, and this is an emergency call.

Basically like a "look I am at work right now, you need to control yourself" vibe, but loving.

[tinyleaks]

i’m not super comfortable reblogging this directly from a non-omo blog (just don’t wanna show up in anybody’s notes who wants to stay away from kinkblr/omoblr) but everyone here, please check out this post i found on water intoxication! water intoxication isn’t the only thing to keep in mind when making sure you’re doing omo safely, but it’s definitely part of it, and it’s always good to be informed about what you’re getting up to

[catenby-slut]

ok genuine question how do i make friends on omoblr

like there are so many cool people here i want to talk to them but how the fuck do i start a conversation

i can't just go into someone's dms and say some shit like "hey i saw you like it when people piss themselves i like that too we should be friends" that feels creepy

[squirmystuffiez]

picture your fav crumpling, that proper knee buckling humiliation as they piss in great stilted gasps into a plastic bag… it was a last result and the flapping, crinkly plastic makes it so obvious to all who dares listen as to what they’re doing. Their face reddening as they loosen up and, sinking, fill the bag with a harder heavier stream, the bag creaking loudly. Look over here! Look at what they’re doing!

Maybe they’re the sensitive type, quick to fall to embarrassing babyish tears, only heightening their shame. Or maybe they don’t care, clutching the bag up to their crotch in one shaking hand, mouth making that big filthy ‘O’ of relief >:3c

I like the thought of someone pissing into a plastic grocery bag, because it would 0% disguise the sound, instead amplify it like plapsplapalsaplap

[toshiomoyagi]

Can't jerk off tonight, so held my piss instead. Drank near a cup and a half of soda and freshly empted my bladder when I got home (not full, just an average amount of piss). Then started holding it at 7pm. But I didn't have to go entirely too bad until around 9pm.

That's when the idea of holding hit me, so I spent my time replying to my friend and scrolling through omoblr. That is until they went to bed, so I had no other distractions. Managed to scroll for two hours, the need to pee getting worse and worse because of the posts I was seeing.

Around 11pm, I came across a post with a YouTube link. Decided there couldn't be any harm in testing myself further, so I started listening to it while continuing to scroll. The feeling kept getting worse and worse, I kept on getting warmer and warmer in my crotch.

I was gonna hold it until 12am because of a post I saw, and thought that 3 hours wouldn't be thaat bad. But it was so warm, twitching, and it felt like I already peed myself (even though I didn't), so I decided that I'd go to the bathroom when I was finished with the video.

Then it got unbelievably WORSE to the point where I didn't think I could go down the hall to use the bathroom (even if there's a bathroom in the hall, my toothbrush or retainers aren't in there, so I have to use the one in the room down the hall). Got up and tried to walk down the hall as smooth as I was able to (surprisingly, the feeling of needing to pee loosened up just a bit whem I got up). Managed to reach the bathroom and checked how much time I had left on the video, because maybe I could wait just a BIT longer.

There was 2 minutes and 40 seconds left, so I decided that I could brush my teeth in that time. The video ended while I was rinsing my mouth, and I was squeezing my legs together at that point. I rushed to put on my retainers and went to the bathroom.

The glob of pre that left me while I was peeing was CRAZY, and it felt SO good

[squirmystuffiez]

can’t stop thinking about someone who is desperately pee shy so their partner tries to train them out of it by having them listen to running water, gently lapping streams, rainfall etc to get them to pee… it works, only it works too well - they end up feeling the urge to go whenever they hear any kind of running water.

Their partner is in the shower? They’re squirming outside every time, hands shoved between clenched legs, pleading for them to “please hurry!”

It’s their turn to do the dishes? They’re bending at the waist every few minutes, not sure if they want to squeeze themselves or cover their ears.

Oh, it’s raining on their walk home? They’re leaking the moment the rain starts, and the wetness on their trousers from the rain only adds to their struggle. One handed, they pound the front door as piss pulses slowly down the insides of their bent legs. Their partner opens the door… just not fast enough; they‘ve wet themselves on the doorstep, quivering as their soaked trousers glisten and the puddle spreads over the concrete.

“Oh! You’re soaked through! I didn’t realise it was raining that hard!”

[crowbasils]

Hello. ^_^ i would like to hear your 1 4 5 6 10

Wooo !!!

I answered 1 and 10 here:

https://www.tumblr.com/mafu-omo/722656738565898240/1-3-10-13-3c

6 here:

https://www.tumblr.com/mafu-omo/722653470752194560/6

4 and 5 it is :

4

For one of them, it was probably their BASIL takes??? (This one was from the OMORICORD before I left)

Another of them, probably how they portrayed BASIL (OMOTWT/OMORITWT)

And some are just because of ships and how they think they’re superior to stuff like SUNFLOWER. (OMOBLR/OMOTWT/OMORICORD)

5

OMORICORD at times, AUBYCORD, etc. A lot of OMORI servers are just… ehhh. Especially the ones filled with people who hate BASIL. Those tend to be the worst ones.

[lh7]

[omofuckinggod]

Hey there!

My name's Noah (They/He) and here are all of my opinions:

Anti just means that you're against the romanticizing of abuse, pedophilia and abuse on fandom and fiction spaces

You can write fics depicting heinous acts such as the ones I described above as long as you do it critically

Omo can be non sexual, a coping mechanism or just simply entertaining for someone

I'm against minors invading kink spaces

This space while not sexual I still will block minors on sight due to a safety concern

You can be both into sexual omo and non sexual omo simultaneously

Romanticizing your own trauma, even in fiction, it's not okay and will only slowly kill you.

[omomgandthesoftside]

I wonder...

So I was thinking earlier, when I was more baked than I am now, about how I just kinda really like the experience of peeing, and a few childhood memories came back.

The first one was how as a kid I'd stash undies for wetting on the toilet. Further digging into that particular file has me remembering that I used to, on laundry day, put on several pairs that I'd been told to put in the pre-wash cycle—and pee through them. I'd wait until I really had to go, pop them all on as fast as I could, and then try to take my time letting go, because it felt better going slow. Does that count as a simulated diaper? IDK. But it felt really good.

The second one was of memories of what I now know as sleep paralysis. There were so many times that I'd wake up just enough to know I was about to wet the bed, and feel the world suddenly spin as it happened, passing out in the middle of something that felt so good to my locked body. I started sleeping on a thick towel when this started.

Fellow omonerds, that didn't happen at like 5. This was happening at 12. I was STILL wetting the bed at that age and little did I know it wasn't gonna stop. I was mortified, yes, but in the event it was the most amazing feeling.

And I suddenly thought: what if I never stopped wetting the bed was literally because it felt nice?

What if my body, suffering neglect and beatings, latched onto the simplest thing that felt good—the combination of rest and release involved in a good bedwetting?

If that's it, my body never got the memo there were other ways to deal with that stress...or nothing else ever came close.

It would be ten years after that when I'd have the porch accident that had me remembering, then burying, memories of literally using peeing as a release valve. Yeah, the accidents kept happening, but I was seriously beating myself up over them—how dare I enjoy how this feels, and all that.

I still remember how I found omo—being convinced I had some weird sex thing and looking for answers, somehow landing in the panty-wetting section of a site. I didn't feel like it was a sex-y thing for me (spoiler I'm grey-ace AF), so all the fetishy stuff was like "....okay?" to me. Rather, forum members describing how it felt drew me in—holding it until either planned release or totally inevitable wetting. I had to try it...and while I was experimenting, I stumbled on Omoblr...

[himbofuckerr]

omoblr really loves my posts huh

[lh7]

#i also am looking at you with a desperate squirmy quality

Looks at you with bathroom eyes

[squirmystuffiez]

writing about my favourite boy again. How he’s so good at wrenching his tense form up from his chair, yet the movement is rough enough to unhook the careful clenching hold on his bladder. The little grunting sound he makes at first, shock and relief and indignation in one—nnghh, no, no, no! How he’s frozen, bent in half with a hand shoved between his legs practically pissing into a fist. It’s so good. His breath catches. He can’t—he can’t hold it in any more, he can’t s-stop! Guhh! The way his free hand trembles and grips at his thighs as the wet spot grows furiously beyond his control, fat drips and dribbles drenching his trousers with warmth. The dripping against the floor that turns into a constant hiss. Stage lights reflecting off of the puddle he makes, winking at him, mocking. Finally bowing his head in resignation as gasps and giggles bubble up from the waiting, watching, audience. How funny it is that relief is warm, but so too is shame…

[lh7]

"Imagine an elf is given a job to do at a human institution..."

okay well why did you take the job then. or better yet why are they discriminating against elves by not having like a room with an indoor garden or whatever the nature part means. what a fucked up world

[squirmystuffiez]

me, talking about characters I really like: hehehehe they’re a potty pants!!!! :3