archiving otpeeprompts

• The blog runs on a twice a day queue so as to not overwhelm the omorashi tags. 

• Each post is edited so that its post date matches the date it was posted on the original otpeeprompts. This means it will look like my reposts are from as early as 2014, but this blog was actually started in November 2020.

• I stick as close to the original prompts as possible, but I make minor edits such as fixing spelling and adding paragraph breaks to improve readability.

• Related to the above point, I have also made the decision to edit out any mentions of children in these prompts so that all characters can be assumed to be adults. While my intention is to preserve the original prompts as they were written, I also cannot in good conscious encourage the involvement of minors in this space.

• Credit for each specific post can be found in its source, which links to the archive.org page for the original version of that post. 

• I use the wayback machine to access these posts. Unfortunately, this only works for what was posted before tumblr’s safe mode was implemented. This means I am unable to repost prompts made from June 2017 until the blog’s deletion in 2019 unless I can find reblogs of these posts. If you come across reblogs anything posted by the original otpeeprompts account, please send them to me!

• Right now, this blog is only reposting old otpeeprompts content. Please don’t send me new prompts. Once all the old prompts have been reposted, I might consider making new prompts, but that’s a decision for the future.

One day, they are going on a date to the movies. Person B buys a soda for each of them, and watches as Person A sucks the straw, imagining the liquid filling up their bladder, but quickly blushing and turning their attention back to the commercials, which are starting. Person B thinks of holding Person A’s hand, but is too shy.

A little less than halfway through the movie, Person A begins to squirm a bit. It’s a hot summer day, and they had drank water before their date. The water and the soda combined in their bladder have begun to put pressure on it.

Thirty minutes later their desperation has increased quite considerably. They’ve changed their position a few times, and are gripping the edges of their chair, squeezing their thighs together. Although Person A has a fetish for this, right now is the worst possible time to be so desperate and aroused. They consider excusing them self to go to the restroom, but are too shy to let Person B know of their need.

The movie is almost finished now, but Person A doesn’t know how much longer they can wait. Just as they are about to reach down and give their crotch a squeeze, Person A finally tries to grab their hand, causing them to gasp and press their other hand between their legs.

“Are… are you okay?” Person B whispers softly to them.

“Y-Yes…” Person A says, their voice quivering. They can feel a damp patch in their underwear, and are barely holding on.

The movie ends and as the lights turn on they stand up, still holding hands. Unfortunately, the moment they stand up is the moment that Person A finally looses control. They jerk their hand away from Person B, and cup their crotch, though it does nothing to stop the torrent of urine pooling at their feet. Person B watches, eyes wide as Person A wets themself, head hung in shame. When they finish, standing in wet clothes and a puddle of their own urine, Person B taps their shoulder and Person A looks up, teary eyed.

“Let’s get you to the restroom."

Person A nods solemnly and follows them, disappearing into a stall the minute they enter the bathroom. They lean their head against the wall of the stall, biting their lip and feeling tears run down their cheeks. Person B goes to the paper towel dispenser and gets several towels, wetting them with water from the sink. They pass them under the stall for Person A, who removes their pants and uses the paper towels to wash their legs. After they are clean, Person B looks in their bag and gets a pair of their running shorts, which they give to Person A. Person A puts them on without any underwear and emerges from the stall, red eyed and holding their soaked clothes.

"We can try to wrap them up in paper towels and put them in my bag-” Suggests Person B, but Person A has already thrown them in the trash, turning to the sink to wash their hands.

“I assume we’ll be breaking up after this?” Person A asks nervously.

Person B turns to look at them. “______, I am not that shallow, and let me tell you something, I thought it was pretty hot.”

“Y-you really-”

“Well…” Person B blushes. “I’ve always had a fetish for…you know, wetting and…”

“Heh.” Chuckles Person B. “Me too…although it was a little too embarrassing for me to really enjoy it… but maybe… just maybe I can wet myself again sometimes? N-not in public of course but…”

When person A finishes, they ask where the bathroom is. The bartender responds that the bathroom of their gender is out of order. Desperate, Person A runs into the opposite bathroom to find only a urinal is installed.

"Hey!” Says Person A, trying to wriggle out of Person B’s grasp.

“Wait a second!” Person A says. “Not now!"

"Why not?” Person B pouts.

“I have to use the toilet!”

“Well, you can’t like this, so let me help you out!” says person B as they begin stroking them.

Even though they couldn’t piss if they tried, Person A squirms around uncomfortably as urine sloshes around in their bladder. Person B takes A’s cock into their mouth, licking and sucking until Person B thrusts upward and comes.

After a while and Person B’s uncle delivering lunch, bladders start to come to mind. None of them really want to go pee in the woods, so they all hold it. After a few more hours, Person C finally admits to the group that they have to pee. Person A agrees and Person B says they really have to go. In response, Person B and C get dressed while Person A stays in their swimsuit. The group then spends the next forty five minutes debating whether or not they should go back to the house. By this time, Person B is extremely desperate: leg crossing and crotch grabbing. Person A and C have crossed their legs as well. Finally a decision is made to walk the long hike back to the house. 

The party has walked far enough to just make it into the woods when Person B stops short. They have just leaked a little and are doing everything in their power to hold it back. Person B takes a deep breath and struggles to keep walking. With every step they take they leak a little more into their clothes. About ten steps later, They stop again and give one last drive to hold it back, moaning and whining as they fight the wave. Finally they can’t hold it any more and a torrent of pee can be seen soaking their clothes and running down their leg. The whole scene makes Person A and C even more desperate as they have resorted to crotch grabbing as well. They keep walking slowly, stopping every now and then to keep holding on. 

They are halfway back when Person A then begins to show they are on the brink as well. They only move in small, awkward steps and stop often, often moaning and gasping against the urge to pee. Person A stops short one last time and pee can be seen dribbling out of their swimsuit as they try to hang on. They stifle the flow and keep walking a little more. Each step sends a visible squirt of pee down their leg. Finally, Person A’s bladder gives in and a torrent of pee can be seen cascading through their swimsuit and down their legs. 

“Wh-what are you smirking at?” Person A asks.

“…I’m just imaging how scared you’ll be when we ride that roller coaster together. Which we are going to do after this, right?”

“Y-yeah.” Says Person A.

“Good.”

Person B is starting to need to pee a bit but it isn’t too urgent so they enjoy that beginning of their carousal ride. They look over at Person B and see that Person A is squirming around even more and clutching the pole of their horse tightly with their fists.  

“Everything all right?” Person B asks them.

“…I should have used the bathroom before getting on this ride.” They admit shamefacedly.

After a few more spins on the ride, Person A’s bladder is about to burst and they wet themself a bit, piss soaking the front of their pants and getting on the horse. After the ride finally stops, Person A tries to get down carefully, so they don’t upset their bladder any more, but they accidentally fall off the horse and land on their butt, losing control of them self and pissing on the ground. Person B offers them their hand to help them get up, and person B pouts and says they want to go home.

“But you said you’d ride the roller coaster with me. Look, there’s not even a big line."

By this time, Person B has to pee pretty badly, but they figure that they can wait long enough for one more ride. The two of them hurry over to the roller coaster and wait in line. Person B crosses their legs and tries to look casual, and person B just shoves their hands in their pockets and sulks. Once they get their seats Person B is feeling a bit more nervous. The roller coaster goes up a giant hill and drops down, and that’s when Person B wets them self uncontrollably. Once the two get off the ride. Person A snickers at Person B’s soaked pants.

"Ready to get out of here?” Person A asks.

Minutes later Person B is sandwiched between Person A and C. Person A and Person C are dry humping them and letting their hands roam all over person B. Enough time has now passed for Person B to have to desperately use the bathroom, but Person A and Person C are taking their time. Person B tries to excuse themselves, saying they’ll be right back, but they are pulled back down by Person A. Person A and Person C see how desperate Person B is to leave so they move even slower. Person B is struggling to get out of their grasp, but Person A and C just sandwich them tighter. 

Growing steadily more desperate they don’t dare to ask to leave the office in case the boss comes back.

They order drinks, and as time passes, their bladder fills. They wriggle around in their seat a bit, feeling too embarrassed to use the diaper. Eventually though, the pressure on their bladder becomes too uncomfortable, they give in and piss in it, sighing quietly in relief. Person B hasn’t really paid attention to their, fluid consumption and really has to go too. Unfortunately Person B is not wearing a diaper.