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Can'tFoolOwls

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  1. One "tell" I've noticed is when people are particularly embarrassed/hesitant to talk about pee or wetting. I went to school with a guy who in hindsight I'm pretty sure had a pee fetish. I remember one time the topic of wet dreams came up, he was a year or two older so was doing the "big brother" type thing explaining it to us younger kids. I distinctly remember him saying that when he had wet dreams he dreamt about peeing. Now as a person with an omo fetish this is definitely true for me, but AFAIK that's generally not the case for people who don't have this fetish. Anyway this guy was also clearly embarrassed by discussions about wetting. E.g. one cold winter morning another guy made a joke about peeing his pants to warm up, and this guys immediate reaction was all "eww no that's gross, don't even joke about that" etc. Whereas everyone else's reaction was just to laugh at the joke. So I guess when people seem unreasonably embarrassed/awkward when the conversation turns towards pee, it makes me wonder if maybe they're secretly turned on by it and trying just a little too hard to hide the fact.
  2. My local pool growing up had a fairly long water slide. I used to like to start peeing at the top and see if I could finish before I got to the bottom. The slide also had a splash zone at the bottom with fairly deep water. If I ever got to the bottom before I finished (which happened a lot) I'd sit with my body submerged in the splash zone peeing until I was done with all the water surging past me.
  3. This happened when I was about 14 and first getting into this fetish. I think I first noticed I needed to go in the class before lunch. Unfortunately the teacher took ages to let us out of class and I had to go to a detention afterwards. Figuring I was already in trouble for being late and still needing to get my lunch from my locker, I decided to skip the toilet and hold it for the half hour detention. After lunch was over I had to get to class at the other end of campus so was planning to hit the toilet on the way. As luck would have it I ran into a friend and ended up talking for a few minutes which meant I didn't have time before class started. (My detention had actually been for consistently being late and I didn't want to get another one). Half way through 4th period I was getting pretty desperate and so asked to be let go, only to be told that I "should have gone at lunch". My plea about having a detention was ignored. Whatever, I thought, I'll just go after class. Of course just my luck, when I got to the bathroom it was absolutely rammed. I joined the queue and stood there swaying side to side, but after a few minutes the corridors were getting pretty deserted as passing period ended and I was still only third in line. Not wanting to get in trouble for being late yet again, I decided to go to class first then ask to be excused. Obviously I couldn't ask to leave straight away so I decided to wait 10 minutes. Well those 10 minutes were absolute torture, I could feel the pain all the way from the bottom of my stomach to the tip of my dick. Not wanting to wait any longer I put my hand up, yet I obviously hadn't waited long enough as I was told I should have gone between classes (if only!) 20 minutes later and I was bouncing up and down in my chair, so decided to ask again. Obviously my holding wasn't as subtle as I thought, because the guy sitting behind me (who I secretly has a crush on) piped up with "I think he's gonna wet himself, miss!" to a chorus of giggles. Sadly this didn't get any sympathy from the teacher either, so I had to fight on knowing that the boy was probably right. Somehow I actually made it to the end of that class with dry undies, yet luck was not on my side as the teacher took forever to hand out homework. On the way out I told my friend I had to go to the toilet, but he said we couldn't or we'd miss the bus. As much as I hated to admit it I knew he was right, and missing the bus would have meant a 2 hour wait for my parents. The walk to the bus was a nightmare. By this point my bladder was so numb that I only realized I was leaking when I felt the wetness on my balls. Yet somehow we made it to the bus with only my underwear getting wet, just as they were closing the door. The entire ride home I couldn't even try to keep my desperation a secret, it was obvious to all my friends. When one of them jokingly said to "just do it in your seat dude" I rebuffed him with a laugh, but inside I was seriously considering it. I just had to hope I was hiding how horny that thought made me. Eventually we reached my stop and I stumbled off the bus along with one of my friends who lived near by. I was still desperately hoping I could hold it til I got home, but the weather had other ideas. By this point it was raining so heavily that within a minute of getting off the bus we were both drenched from head to toe. I realized that if there was ever a time I could get away with pissing my pants, this was it. I actually don't think I would have been brave enough if I'd still had the choice. But I didn't have any choice. The mere thought of it caused the start of a fatal leak, one that was slow and steady but which I simply couldn't clamp off. When I felt the warmth reach my knees I gave in and let go. For the next minute or so I was in cloud 9. Walking down the street past all these people and cars, still talking to my friend, while silently and invisibly soaking my pants. Rivers of warmth were cascading down both my legs and filling my leather shoes, and yet no one batted an eye. Finally the flow tapered off, my pants began to grow cold again, and I was suddenly hit with the full horror of what I'd done. Surely my friend would notice, and by tomorrow everyone would know. There was no doubt my young life was over. Even as I tried to act normal I could feel the tears welling up, waiting for him to notice. And yet he never did! Soon we reached the part where our paths split. We stood there saying goodbye before I slunk off, my pants so heavy from the wetness that I could feel them pulling down. If he had clocked on then he must have had the best poker face in the world. Once I was alone I looked down at my pants and realized why. Not only could you not tell they were drenched in my pee, you couldn't even tell they were wet from the rain. I guess I'd never noticed until then, but that shiny black school uniform material looked exactly the same wet as it did dry. I walked the rest of the way home with a newfound spring in my step, intentionally splashing in every puddle to rinse out my sodden shoes. I wouldn't have to disappear to a foreign country after all! When I got home and undressed I found the one flaw in my plan. Although my outer clothes had been soaked by the rain, my boxers hadn't. Otherwise still mostly dry, they showed the wet patch obviously. It was particularly noticeable as they were bright green. Not to worry, I rinsed them under the tap so they were completely wet then put them in the laundry basket. No one would think twice about wet underwear next to other wet clothes. This experience marked a turning point in my life. Right as my fetish was beginning to bloom, I'd found a way to publicly wet myself without anyone noticing. Over the next few years I used and abused this knowledge to no end. As I got braver I moved from small squirts to bigger and bigger leaks, and from the walk home to breaks and lunch and eventually even to leaking in class. There were also several more full wettings while walking home in the rain. One time I even basically emptied my bladder gradually over the course of an entire school day, taking care to stay hydrated to avoid a smell. (That time I also wore sweat pants under my uniform for extra absorbancy). When I finally graduated I must have been the only kid who was actually unhappy I'd never get to wear a school uniform again!
  4. Not personally but I did give a few of my old stuffed toys to my younger sister who I think still has them. Now I'm gonna have to check next time I speak to her.
  5. Couldn't say I've had one down below before. The worst place for me is right around the edges of my nose. For some reason the skin there is extra sensitive, so if I catch it it hurts way more. Also I guess not technically a zit, but as a kid I regularly got ulcers inside my cheeks which I'd end up biting when I was eating. Those were the worst. In hindsight that probably meant I needed to do a better job of brushing my teeth lol
  6. A waterproof coat under a towel works very well.
  7. Bonus material: I slept in those boxer briefs that night and ended up peeing my bed in them twice. Unfortunately I didn't get any photos of the aftermath but let's just say when I woke up the next morning, I was swimming. Right now as I write this I'm lying in bed about to go to sleep wearing the same undies yet again, except this time they're dry. Who thinks I need to do something about that?
  8. Maybe I'm just weird but I find a sympathetic/empathetic response way more of a turn on than a humiliating one. I mean I've never actually seen a public wetting (except as a kid) but in my head the idea of someone wetting and then being comforted by those around them/told it's ok is way hotter than them being humiliated. Maybe it's just because I always get a really bad case of second hand embarrassment when I see someone embarrassed in public, I don't know.
  9. So my upstairs neighbours are moving out and left some old furniture out the front for the trash. The other day I got back late from a long drive and by the time I was home I was seriously desperate. All I knew was that I wanted to get out of my car and into the house as fast as possible. However my progress was interrupted when my eyes caught on an old chair and a naughty little thought crossed my mind. The chair was for the trash anyway, right? And it was raining so heavily that the chair was already soaked, wasn't it? So nobody would ever know... "No," I told myself, "you might get caught and anyway I want to keep these jeans clean for tomorrow." But it was just too tempting to resist so, trying to ignore my straining bladder, I had a quick stroll up and down the street to make sure no one was coming. Happy that the coast was clear and hoping that nobody came out of their houses any time soon, I made a dash for it and planted my ass firmly in the chair. It must have been more urgent than I'd thought because I didn't even have to try: I was immediately pissing hard in my dark grey jeans. I felt the delicious warmth spread out from my crotch and pool under my butt, soaking slowly into the cushion beneath me. Gradually the cold rain-wet feeling of the seat changed into a much nicer warmth. Realizing that my shoes were about to come face-to-face with the barrage of piss running down my calfs, I quickly raised my legs in an attempt to save them. Turns out I was peeing so hard that the stream continued to flow down (or up!) my legs even thought they were more than horizontal. While I managed to avoid a complete disaster, unfortunately my brand new Vans did get a little wet and my socks were thoroughly soaked. With that out of the way I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling as my bladder continued to empty itself, happy to remember that I was wearing my favourite boxer briefs too. I must have peed for a solid 45 seconds, but eventually all good things come to an end. As much as I wanted to stay and savour the sensation, I knew I'd better get inside before somebody saw. I quickly stood up, making the pool that was still in my pants run down my thights, but before I went indoors I took a moment to feel the seat I'd been sitting on, and was satisfied to find how warm it was. After that I went in to get cleaned up and take a few photos. I love spontaneous wettings like this.
  10. So did you change your boxers too or did you keep the wet ones on? If so didn't they make your clean sweat pants wet?
  11. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-52765157 Next stop mandatory diapers for all?
  12. Sure did. At first I stopped after a few seconds, but then I thought what the hell, sofas wet now anyway so I let the rest out. I was kind of half lying half sitting (slouching?) and feeling the warmth pooling under my ass and back as I peed for a solid 60 seconds was an almost spiritual experience. Especially after holding it for almost three hours by that point. Sofa scrubbed up nice in the end. Covers are washable and the cushions rinsed off, so no harm no foul. More spur off the moment "wouldn't it be fun if...?" kind of thing. The more I thought about it, the more the sheer naughtiness of it was too much to say no to.
  13. When I read the title I thought you were gonna say you crashed your car or something. Was your friend mad about her seat getting wet?
  14. Waterproof coat on my desk chair, towels on top for absorbency. Throw the whole lot in the wash after.
  15. I've never had a pee stain that didn't just wash out, even in plain white boxer briefs.
  16. I've been taking advantage of the situation to wet my bed a few times. Nothing major, just letting out a few spurts of a few seconds each as I lie in bed in the morning after waking up. Enough to get my sheets and undies nice and wet but not enough to really soak the mattress. Then I throw the sheets in the wash and pour some water on the wet spot on the mattress then dab it dry with a towel. Done that three times now so far.
  17. Sometimes I like to go to bed in a pair of wet boxer briefs and wear them overnight. Usually they'll be dry by the morning, then I'll wet them again before rinsing them off in the shower.
  18. When you piss yourself and the smell of fresh laundry detergent comes off your pants. Even when you've been wearing them all day and they don't even smell clean anymore, somehow that smell comes back as soon as they get wet.
  19. Yeah I once saw a girl on a night out squatting down and pissing on a curb in the middle of the street while her friends stood around waiting for her to finish. She even waved to us as we walked past. It wasn't late either, maybe 10 or 11 PM. Getting back on topic, I often wonder about situations like this happening while hiking. After a few hours making sure to stay hydrated you're likely to need to pee, and it's not like you can just find a toilet in the great outdoors. Easy enough for the guys as we can just find a bush, but not so easy for the girls. I bet by the end of a long hike there's a lot of silently desperate people.
  20. This is me. I can remember being "turned on" (though I wouldn't have understood it that way back then) by thoughts of wetting all the way back to my earliest memories, but I'm not aware of there ever having been a spark that triggered it. I never had an accident while I was old enough to remember it. I was never a bedwetter. I've seen others wet themselves on a handful of occasions over the years, but I'm pretty sure my interest predated any of those. Possibly my wetting fetish started more as a generic clothing fetish. I've always been aroused by clothes getting wet through means other than pee, such as going swimming while fully clothed (not by "normal" things like rain though). But where that came from I have no idea.
  21. To be honest I'll wet just about anything, whatever I'm wearing when the mood takes me. In practice this usually means jeans and underwear, but I've also wet shorts, sweat pants, shell pants, even dress pants. Cargo pants, back when I used to wear those as a teenager. Pyjamas, back when I used to wear those. Underwear on their own, nowadays usually boxer briefs but I used to wear boxers, and even bought some pairs of briefs just for wetting. I've pissed while standing up in Vans, leather shoes, boots, sandals and running shoes. With normal cotton socks and with woollen walking socks. My favourite though is skinny or slim fit jeans. I love how the wet fabric stays against your legs so it doesn't go cold or clammy. The only thing I've ever specifically not wet was school uniform pants. Back when I was still in school, anything uniform related was the opposite of arousing for me. Nowadays though, going on a decade out of high school, I kind of regret not taking the chance while I had it. Especially as they were made from this slightly shiny black material that probably would have hidden a wet patch quite well. Could have made for some interesting opportunities for discrete public wettings on the walk home.
  22. Waterproof coat on my chair, few towels and a blanket on top of it. Having my own place makes it a lot easier, but it kind of takes some of the naughtiness out now there's no risk of getting caught.
  23. Had an "accident" last night. When I woke up I kind of needed to pee again so I decided to shoot this video. (Sorry about the camera angle - it's hard to get right when you're holding the phone up so you can't see the screen). wet blue.mp4 Screenshot for those who can't see the video:
  24. When I smoke I find that I can't really feel my bladder at all and it's hard to tell if I need to go or not. In the past that used to make me paranoid about wetting without realizing it, but I've kind of gotten used to it now. I remember the first time I hit a bong we all really went for it (way too hard for a first-time bong user, in hindsight), and I got really fucked up (to the point where I actually walked into a glass door later that night because I couldn't tell it was shut). Later on we were hanging out in my friends garage (his parents were away but we didn't want to smoke in the house), I had a glass of water in my hand and must have spilt some of it on the floor. When I looked down and saw the puddle I was convinced I'd wet, I actually blurted out "holy shit I've just pissed my pants". My brother actually felt my pants to make sure I hadn't peed (I was wearing dark grey jeans so it was hard to tell. For years after that every time I smoked I'd be compulsively checking my crotch to make sure it wasn't wet. One time my friend must have noticed because before we went to bed (I was staying over at his house), he actually asked me "you're not going to piss the bed, are you?".
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