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Can'tFoolOwls

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About Can'tFoolOwls

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    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Watersports
    Humiliation
    Messing

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  1. All jeans, shorts, undies etc must be broken in by a merciless soaking. It's my golden rule.
  2. I've wet outdoors while wearing hiking boots before, as well as a more fashionable but still outdoorsy styled boot. Very fun but suffers from the same problem of being difficult to clean, with a bad smell if you don't get them clean enough. Also on one of my pairs the buckles have started to corrode from repeated to pee.
  3. Not too keen on going barefoot on a public street, especially in the dark when I can't see clearly what I'm about to step on. In any case I enjoy sitting while wetting, it spreads better and I like the wet butt.
  4. This weekend I was walking home around 2am after having a few beers. I was wearing black merino wool boxer briefs under black shorts made from a synthetic material, a slim fit grey cotton t shirt and a grey fleecy hoodie. Black socks and grey Vans. I grabbed another can for the road and set out. As it was a nice night I decided to take the long route home, which is about an hours walk mostly along a road than runs through some woodland. It's a fairly busy road and not middle of nowhere by any stretch, although given the time of night it was mostly quiet besides the occasional big rig. Even when I'd set out I'd needed to pee a little although not badly. By the time I'd finished the can though I was starting to get desperate and enjoying the feeling. Given that a) there was no one around and b) past experience with these shorts tells me they don't show wetness, I decided it would be fun if I didn't get home dry. As I walked the desperation grew and grew, and I was almost tempted to just let it out right there but didn't want my shoes to get wet. I knew that there was a gate to a field coming up which I could sit on and pee to keep my shoes dry, so I decided I'd hold on until then. Unfortunately it was a little further than I'd remembered, and that proved to be too much. With the gate mere feet away my bladder gave in and I started to pee. No little leaks, just straight from dry to a full-on flood. I knew it would be difficult to regain control of this, and that I had only seconds before it reached by shoes, so I quickly jumped up on the gate and tried to hang my butt over the back so it would all run down behind me. Unfortunately in my rush to get up there (and the beer not helping much) I overshot the gate and started to fall backwards down the other side, gushing into my underwear the entire time. Thankfully I managed to grab hold of the gate before I hit the ground, but now I was in a very precarious position. By this point I'd fully released and couldn't easily stop peeing, but also couldn't risk climbing down until I'd finished if I wanted to keep my shoes dry. I was left with no choice but to hang there and wet myself. I was still in a position where the pee pooled around my butt before dripping to the ground, but I was now bent over to the point where it also started to run up my stomach and soak my hoodie and t shirt. And yet there was really nothing I could do besides enjoy the warmth and the relief. Eventually the stream turned to a trickle then stopped completely, but I stayed hanging from the gate for a few seconds to let the dripping stop before I jumped down. Once back on solid ground I took a few seconds to check myself over. My shorts and undies were totally drenched. It's very rare to wet yourself so completely that you don't leave a single dry spot, but this was one of those times. The material was glistening a little so I knew I'd have to keep out of sight for a few minutes until it properly soaked in, but after that I'd be fine. My bigger concern was my hoodie which was wet in a ring all the way around front and back, but to my surprise this was not particularly visible. I quickly snapped a picture in an attempt to reassure myself how it looked. While you can certainly see the glisten if you look for it, I figured most passers-by couldn't tell, especially in the dark. After that I walked the rest of the way home, occasionally ducking into the bushes to keep out of sight of a passing car but otherwise thoroughly enjoying being so wet in public. The last part of the walk was through a built-up area which had me worried a bit, but there was really no one around. At one point a cyclist sped past me probably on his way to work, but by now I'd dried out enough that I doubt he could tell, especially at the speed he was going. Luckily there was also a parked car between us as he passed. By the time I got home I needed to pee a little again, so I warmed my shorts back up as I sat on the steps untying my shoes. I then stripped out of my soggy clothes with the exception of my boxer briefs, which I decided to keep on in bed. The following morning I actually wet the bed in them, as detailed on my other thread. All in all some good naughty fun, not quite as I planned but honestly all the better for it.
  5. Tip for those who want the naughty feeling of wetting an unprotected bed but don't want to ruin their mattress. Get a cheap mattress topper and put it over the top of a waterproof sheet. It soaks up the pee really nicely and feels just like you're peeing directly into the mattress, instead of leaving you in a puddle. Bonus is that you can buy the cheapest waterproof sheet you can find and not have to worry about the crinkliness. I just bought one for £20 yesterday and it's even machine washable. I wet it when I woke up this morning and now I'm lying in a lovely wet patch. Even after more than an hour it's still comfy and warm, just like when I've wet my bed unprotected in the past.
  6. I definitely started wetting a lot more once I moved out and had more privacy, and even more so after I got my own flat and didn't have to share with housemates anymore. Since then I don't think much has changed, besides usual upswings and downswings in my level interest over weeks/months. One thing I would say is that at a younger age I did things I wouldn't be brave enough to try now. E.g. wetting my unprotected bed on purpose while living at home then having to go to great lengths to hide it from my parents. But I think that comes down to having a choice now to do things in the privacy of my own home, whereas at a young age I simply didn't have the option, so it was risky things or nothing. On the other hand I do some things now which are even more daring, like wetting on my bike in broad daylight, which I never would have done back then.
  7. The diaper usage at Time Square is well known and widely talked about. And I'm sure every year there are people who didn't plan ahead/didn't think they'd need one who end up with their pants as their diaper instead.
  8. I remember reading a similar story a few years back by a guy who stayed over at a friend's house with a bunch of other friends. They all got drunk and fell asleep, then the next morning he awoke in horror in a thoroughly sodden sleeping bag. As everyone woke up they sat around talking for a while before they got up, and the author stayed in his sleeping bag for as long as possible trying to hide his accident. I think he even said he woke up desperate and had to secretly let it out in his already wet sleeping bag without anyone noticing, just so that he could stay there longer. But eventually it came to a point where he couldn't put it off any longer, and had to reveal his shame to all his friends in the form of a dripping wet pair of boxer briefs, to his complete and total humiliation. Like with the Silly Sarah story, I love the idea of the complete lack of control over the situation. By the time he woke up it was too late, the damage was already done and nothing he could do would change that. All he could do was delay the inevitable, even to the point that choosing to wet himself again to buy more time was ultimately futile. In a way its very similar to desperation, but a different kind of desperation that happens after you're already wet.
  9. I also enjoy inspecting the bed in the aftermath to see how much the damage is.
  10. Yesterday I went out for a bike ride around some country roads in my area. I was wearing some new black shorts I bought which don't show wetness, so I pissed in them mercilessly. They look a bit shiny when you first wet then and they're still dripping, but after a few minutes drying off with the wind rushing past you the wet patch becomes completely invisible. I was a bit worried about people in cars passing me after I'd first wet, but fortunately it was a quiet rural area in the evening so no one came past. By the time I got home my shorts were still very much wet to the touch and my boxer briefs were soaked against my skin, but visibly you couldn't see a thing. To get back to my place I had to ride through the town centre past a load of people, all of whom had no idea how wet I was. I even stopped at the shops to pick up some food and was wandering around in my wet shorts, yet nobody could tell. This is my first time going anywhere so public while wet and it was amazing, I'll definitely be doing this again.
  11. When wetting I love the sound of a heavy stream, like when you're really gushing and it makes a roaring noise in your pants.
  12. Or realising that the beds already wet so you might as well finish the job
  13. Happened to me once when I was about 18-19. Not a true accident but rather my fly got caught in the flow while peeing. In the second or two it took me to notice, I'd soaked the front of my blue jeans and boxers right down to my crotch, so had to change them. I was around my family at the time, and while they didn't say anything I'm sure they must have noticed.
  14. My brother once admitted to a group of us that he had previously wet himself to see what it felt like. He would have been about 20 when he told us although no idea when he actually did it. Also on several occasions I remember friends in middle/high school joking about peeing their pants to keep warm when we had sports classes outside in the cold in winter. Although unsurprisingly I never saw anyone actually do it. Edit: also just remembered at a much younger age a friend lying down on the pavement and peeing his shorts when we were all already soaked from a water fight one summer. And another time noticing a guy peeing in his still dry wetsuit while running across the beach towards the ocean.
  15. Fair enough. I browse omo.org in incognito mode so always start logged out and only log in to post. So I've spent a lot of time on the site not logged in over the past few years and had never seen this until yesterday, which is what got me concerned. I'm used to seeing the banner ads but I've never had the popups before.
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