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Can'tFoolOwls

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  1. Peed my undies and jeans all over the kitchen floor
  2. My floors are coated in polyurinestain
  3. North Shropshire here so not far from you. Sounds like we have quite a few midlanders here
  4. On a 2000 year old Roman city wall, in my black jeans
  5. The only time I've found clothes will come out smelling is if they've been left sitting around wet before being put in the machine. But this is a mildew type smell, not a pee smell, and I've found it happens even with clothes that have only been wet with water. I've also noticed this if the clothes have been left sitting in the machine too long before drying. Clothes that have been allowed to dry before washing always seem to come out smelling clean, even without any pre-rinse. Also clothes that are still wet when put in the machine are fine too, as long as it's straight away. It's only a problem when they've been left to fester but not properly dry. With sheets it's different though, I think mainly because of the much larger amount of pee they absorb. I always separately rinse my sheets before washing, but only using the pre-rinse on the machine, not by hand.
  6. Earlier in the year I started at a new job which has turned out to be something of an omo fetishists dream. I'm continually taken aback by how open people are here talking about piss, pissing, desperation and even wetting. Coming from a pretty uptight, ultra-professional place for my last job this has been a big surprise to me. I'm aware that what I'm about to write sounds like a fantasy but I swear every word of it is true. There's one women in particular who's at the centre of the piss-storm. She's the kind of person whose always coming out with weird and wacky stuff that has everyone laughing in disbelief. But one thing she does is regularly (like at least once a week) announce to anyone listening how she "really needs a wee" but can't be bothered to go. Occasionally the woman who sits across from her will reply telling her to "just go already", one time even adding "we don't want you to wet yourself". The response to this is always something along the lines of "oh no I can hold it". When she does eventually go, she proudly announces to everyone that she's "going for a big fat wee". That's always the phrase she uses, a "big fat wee". Another thing she regularly does while holding is to ask random people to "go and have a wee for me". I'm not even really sure what that's supposed to mean to be honest, but it's exactly the kind of nonsensical thing she likes to say to get a laugh. One time she said this to the woman who sits across from her, who without missing a beat responded with "I already have, can't you feel it". All of this has evidently rubbed off on other people in the office, to the point that it's not uncommon for them to also announce when they're going for a piss. One time the director of the business even said it. The other week a woman who works in a different office was in our office having a long discussion with a colleague. Out of the blue she announced that she "really needs a pee, I'm even bouncing in my chair". Yet she didn't actually get up and go for several more minutes despite being perfectly free to. One final story involves a woman who works in the manufacturing department who's incredibly easily startled, more than anyone I've ever met. Even just walking past her when she's working on something will make her jump. One time I was working in a workshop area that's attached to the main manufacturing floor when she walked in. She mustn't have noticed me at first because after a couple of seconds she turned around, saw me, and jumped a mile. Then in a jokingly angry voice said "bloody hell you just made me piss myself a bit". The slight giggle that followed when I turned to look at her told me that she was telling the truth. When she left the room I caught a quick glance at her blue jeans and couldn't see any sign of a wet patch, so if she did leak it must have only been a little bit. But for the rest of the day every time I passed her I couldn't get the thought out of my head about how she probably had wet knickers under her jeans. I have no doubt there'll be other stories that happen at this place in the future, and when they do I'll be sure to post them here.
  7. I only had a couple of experiences that young, and the first was probably around 6 or so. Back then I slept in the same room as my brother, and our beds were next to each other with a small gap between. One night I was in a silly mood and for whatever reason, probably to make my brother laugh, decided to lie across between the two beds so I was over the gap. Then I started peeing through my pyjama shorts into the gap, so that I was "wetting the bed" without actually wetting the bed. He didn't find it as funny as I did though and called my mum, who told me off and made me change my shorts. I was a defiant child at that age though, and like I said was in a silly mood, so once she left I did it again. This resulted in another call to a now quite cross mum and another change of pyjama shorts. Of course me being me it didn't end there, and by now I'd realized that this was actually strangely enjoyable, so I think I did it another two or three times, letting out short bursts into my fresh shorts. By the fourth time I'd run out of pyjamas and was sent back to bed in briefs, then when I wet those too my mum got quite angry and threatened to put me back in diapers. I cheekily replied that they wouldn't fit me anymore, to which she told me that "they make nappies for kids much bigger than you, even for grown ups." I stopped after that and never tried it again, but found the idea that they made diapers for big kids and grown ups fascinating. It was also probably this experience that first clued me into to just how nice wetting could feel, and grew into me regularly fantasizing about myself and others wetting. I'd sometimes dress up in multiple layers and pretend to be an astronaut in a space suit who was "allowed" to wet myself, or imagine myself and my friends going swimming in our clothes and wetting ourselves while no one could notice. I never actually tried wetting again until my teenage years though. The other experience from maybe around 8 or so happened after a water fight in a friend's backyard that resulted in a soaked washing line and his mum kicking us out to go play in the street. We were all soaked from head to toe, when my friend laid down on the pavement and I soon noticed a stream running down the hill from under his shorts. When I asked him why he was wetting himself he just said that he was wet anyway so why did it matter? Puberty was what really kicked things off for me. At 13 I first started letting squirts go in my boxers in bed, leaving little wet patches on the sheets. That led to trying it in the day in my clothes too, but I quickly discovered how little it took to make a visible wet patch in jeans or cargo pants, and so began a quest for more discrete wetting options. One thing I did for a while was to wet to the point of a visible wet spot, then sit with my laptop on my knee gaming to hide it until the heat dried it out enough to get away with. It was also around this age that holding it too long at school resulted in an accident in front of a friend while walking home, and the discovery of just how well my black school uniform pants hid my sins. This led to quite a few more experiments while walking home and even some daring ones in class. Soon I began putting multiple pairs of boxers and even shorts or jeans on in bed, then wetting them while lying on t-shirts and hoodies to protect the sheets. I'd pee in squirts until the hoodies started getting wet, then I knew it was time to stop. I discovered that if I layered up enough I could go for a good 10-20 seconds without risk to the sheets. After doing this I would leave lighter fabrics like shorts or cargo pants over my chair and they would be dry by morning, while heavier stuff like cotton t-shirts, jeans or hoodies got hung in the back of my wardrobe until dry. The biggest problems were the boxers which I hid down the side of my bed, but which took ages to dry and made the room smell bad. This was how I finally got caught, in what was probably the most embarrassing experience of my life so far. I actually told my parents that I was masturbating into the boxers then washing them out because that seemed a less embarrassing reason to have a load of wet underwear in my room. I'm not sure they fell for it though. That didn't stop me for long though, and I soon discovered that stuffing them down the back of the radiator made them dry faster, although didn't help with the smell. One time the smell got so bad that I even skived off school just so I could wash and dry all the wet clothes while my parents were at work. I didn't wet very often at this point and knew every time I did that I was taking a massive risk, but sometimes the urge was just too great even if I knew I'd regret it later. In some ways the risk became almost as much of a turn on as the wetting was. Another experience around age 14 was a trip with family to an adventure park with a water exhibit you could walk through, getting soaking wet in the process. I soon clued on that I could pee as much as I liked and no one could tell, so I did exactly that. The weather was so hot that day that my shorts, t-shirt and even shoes soon dried out. On that same holiday I also tried peeing in the sea fully clothed and even wetting my boxers a little in my sleeping bag in the tent one night. Not long after at age 15 there was a water fight in the backyard with my siblings that resulted in me fully soaked and using the opportunity to totally flood my jeans without anyone noticing. At 16 I stopped going to church with my family, which gave me several hours free on sundays. I started using this time to have a full on wetting in my clothes, then have everything washed and dried before they got back. It wasn't long before I was doing this almost every week, getting more and more adventurous each time. This led to a few close calls and some situations were I had to hide still wet clothes in my room until next week. This always meant a terrifying week hoping my mum wouldn't find them while I was at school. A few times I even wet my bed after protecting the mattress with an old waterproof table cloth I found in the shed. In some ways I consider this point the dividing line between my "childhood" wettings where I had to go to great lengths to hide what I was up to, and my "adult" wettings where I had more freedom to do what I wanted. After that I started to get much more daring, especially once I moved out to university and even more so after getting my own place.
  8. This time I gave in to the urge and let go completely. It was so warm.
  9. Sitting definitely. There's something so hot about butts with wet patches on them.
  10. If you've ever read any of King's books you'll have no doubt what he's into. I swear almost every one of his books includes at least one scene of someone pissing themselves.
  11. Thought I'd share some pics of some fun I had this weekend. Woke up Saturday morning pretty desperate, but was far too warm, comfortable and lazy to get up, so I laid around in bed for an hour or so half asleep and enjoying the feeling of holding it. Of course my dirty mind got to thinking how nice it would be to let some squirts out. Tell the truth I really wanted to let go right there but didn't want to deal with the cleanup. My mattress was protected but a full wetting still means washing the sheets which I couldn't be bothered with. But a few squirts that will dry by themselves? That could be fun. So I decided to play a game that I play with myself sometimes. Pull up a random number generator on my phone, set a limit a little higher than I'm really comfortable with but nothing that would be too disastrous, then whatever number I get is how many seconds I'll pee for. Another rule I like to make things more fun is to set myself a time limit. Usually I find it hard to just start going in bed, which means it can take a few attempts before I get started. After I've peed for however many seconds the number generator said, I'll look at my phone again and see how long it took. If it's been more than 5 minutes I have to pay the penalty. The penalty is simple: however many seconds you just peed for, double it. Now you have to pee again for that many seconds. Of course this also has a time limit, and if you miss that one you have to double the number again (so 4x, 8x and so on). Unsurprisingly this can quickly get out of hand and leave you very wet. Anyway, the random number I got was 3, so I had to pee for 3 seconds. Despite needing to go, I really struggled getting started. There were several false starts were I got a brief squirt out but couldn't keep it going for all 3 seconds. Another rule I have: false starts don't count, it has to be a continuous 3 seconds of pee. Of course by the time I got to 3 straight seconds, I'd probably let out the same amount again in squirts, and was feeling lovely and wet around my crotch. Ok, have another look at my phone and oops, that took 6 minutes. Only 1 minute over, but even a single second is too much. Looks like I'm going to have to pee for 6 seconds now. Well, turns out getting started again is much easier after you've already broke the seal. This time it took only one false start before I was gushing fast into the sheets. Then I lay there in a feeling of bliss, silently counting to 6 in my head as I felt the warmth spread. Now one final rule to make things even wetter. When it comes time to stop, you can stop trying to pee but you can't clench down. You have to let the flow taper off by itself. Of course if you're desperate when you start then this can get quite messy, and get messy it did. In fact between the 3 seconds, 6 seconds, false start squirts and the tapering off at the end, I'd probably let out a solid 15 seconds of piss into my sheets before I got up to take a shower. Fortunately with the aid of a fan it dried out quite quick, but there was definitely a familiar smell when I went to bed the following night.
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