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Can'tFoolOwls

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  1. There's always the true story of Alan Shepard, the first American in space. From Wikipedia: The countdown began at 8:30 p.m. the previous night, with Shepard waking up and eating a breakfast of steak and eggs with toast, coffee, and orange juice (the steak and eggs breakfast would soon become a tradition for astronauts the morning of a launch). He entered the spacecraft at 5:15 am. ET, just over two hours before the planned 7:20 launch time. At 7:05 am, the launch was held for an hour to let cloud cover clear – good visibility would be essential for photographs of the Earth – and fix a power supply unit; shortly after the count restarted, another hold was called in order to reboot a computer at Goddard Space Flight Center. The count was eventually resumed, after slightly over two and a half hours of unplanned holds, and continued with no further faults. All of the delays resulted in Shepard lying on his back in the capsule for almost three hours, by which point he complained to the blockhouse crew that he had a severe need to urinate (because the mission would last under 20 minutes, nobody had thought to equip the Mercury with a urine collection device). The crew told him that this was impossible as they'd have to set the White Room back up and waste considerable amounts of time removing the Mercury's heavily bolted hatch. An irate Shepard then announced that if he couldn't get out for a bathroom trip, he'd simply urinate in his suit. When the blockhouse protested that that would short out the medical electrodes on his body, he told them to simply turn the power off. They complied, and Shepard emptied his bladder. Because of the position he was sitting in, the urine pooled somewhat underneath his back and with oxygen flowing through the spacesuit, he was soon dried out, and the countdown resumed.
  2. Respond with anecdotes about the time they wet themselves of course.
  3. If you want to get desperate quickly you're best sticking to lower volume drinks as they will have the highest water content. Plain old beer will have a higher water to alcohol ratio than just about anything else. You might be thinking that the diuretic effect of alcohol would mean that stronger drinks would have more of an effect, but in practice that's more than outweighed by sheer water intake when you're chugging beers.
  4. So I actually have a relevant experience here, although I've never worn a wetsuit myself. Back when I was about 13-14 I was on a camping holiday with my family to a campsite right by the sea. Me and my brother befriended this guy who was about my brother's age who was also staying there, and we used to play around the campsite or go down to the beach together. While most of us wore ordinary swim shorts this guy always wore a wetsuit to the beach. I distinctly remember this because of what happened when we arrived at the beach one time. As soon as we set foot on the sand, he said "race you to the sea" and we all took off running. The tide was out so it was probably a 30 second run to the water. I was keeping level with him when by chance I looked down at the (mostly dry) sand and noticed little wet spots appearing around his feet. It took me a couple of seconds to put 2+2 together and realise he was peeing himself. Bear in mind we hadn't been in the water yet so his suit would still have been dry. Always made me wonder why he did that instead of waiting 30 more seconds until we got to the water. I guess he really was just that desperate, and figured no one would notice if he let go in a black wetsuit while running. Anyway, I guess this is a really roundabout way of saying yes, a dry wetsuit will leak if you pee in it.
  5. I think I'm in the minority on this one that I also find it easier to hold while sitting (well actually lying down is the easiest, but sitting is easier than standing). I also agree that there's a difference between sitting in say a desk chair vs. a car - the car is much easier. I can easily hold for hours while driving without much effort, but will be absolutely bursting the moment I stand up. Perhaps this is partly down to concentrating on the road providing a good distraction, rather than just the seating position. Out of curiosity, what kind of clothes do you wear? I usually wear skinny/slim fitting jeans, and I feel like that might be part of it. When you're sitting down they tend to pull tight across your crotch and put some pressure on your junk, which helps. Almost like holding yourself without using your hands.
  6. I usually tend to wear vans or other fabric shoes. These have the advantage of being machine washable, which is a very easy way to get rid of the smell.
  7. Almost anything can and will do it for me, it doesn't even have to be particularly engrossing. I guess I have that kind of brain where I get heavily absorbed in what I'm doing and just zone out. Even something as boring as work, I'll often be sitting at my desk in the office with a full bladder. Not because I intentionally want to do a hold (ok sometimes it is that, but not most of the time), but just because I don't want to be disturbed until I finish what I'm doing. In fact right now I'm lying in bed posting this and have been putting off the urge to go for over an hour, to the point that I'm humping the sheets to make it easier to hold. None of this ever leads to accidents though. I guess partly because I rarely get into the realm of serious desperation - once it starts to hurt I'll inevitably end up distracted from what I was doing and so will get up to go. But also I guess because I've been doing this for as long as I can remember and so have developed a fairly strong bladder.
  8. For me it's all about the wetting. Desperation can make for a nice build-up to a wetting, but it has to end with at least one item of clothing and/or bedding getting soaked. In fact when I read stories on here that start with desperation, I always skip to the end first to check if there's a wetting involved. If not I don't even bother to read it. Desperation stories that involve small leaks and damp panties are ok, but never as good as a proper wetting.
  9. All of them! But the red and light blue are my favourites.
  10. I definitely find there's a difference in feel between when I'm well hydrated and dehydrated. Hydrated is more of a full feeling, whereas dehydrated is a warm, almost slightly irritated feeling (think how your face feels when you're embarrassed about something). Also I find I need to pee sooner (less bladder volume) when dehydrated.
  11. I recently bought a pair of Merino wool boxer briefs, which are great for this kind of thing because they don't really absorb much pee and dry very quickly. After wetting them you can just wipe the wet patch off with a towel and they're at most damp, unlike cotton underwear which will stay dripping for ages after. I haven't tried it yet, but I bet after wiping off you could put jeans back on over the top without really getting the jeans wet. Will have to try this later and report back.
  12. I've heard merino wool dries quickly and doesn't hold onto smells too much. Thinking of getting a pair for some experimentation, but they're quite expensive to waste money on if it doesn't work out, so I thought I'd ask here first if anyone else has tried them.
  13. "It's OK if you can't hold it, just go in your pants" I love love LOVE stories were people are given permission to wet, especially by some authority figure. I think it's the way they have effectively already decided you're not gonna be able to hold it and see wetting as an inevitability, combined with them apparently not thinking it's a big deal for you to do so. Effectively telling you that it's an acceptable course of action in the circumstances, despite most of us having been trained our whole lives not to do so.
  14. I did this a couple of times recently, both times driving out to a hill above my city around sunset. Figured there'd be less people around that late, and any casual passers-by would be unlikely to notice in the dark. The walk is a circular route which starts out on a footpath, follows the road for about half its length, and then cuts back across the countryside and through some farmer's fields (on a public footpath, no tresspassing involved!). The last section involves walking through a small village (if you can even call it that, more like a cluster of houses) to get back to where I park the car, which adds some excitement. As the walk is only about an hour and a half I don't bother taking water with me, just drink a few glasses before leaving and then let my bladder fill up as I walk. The first time I was wearning a pair of black skinny jeans - not the best walking clothes but they're my favourite for wetting. I made the mistake of trying to memorise the route before hand rather than getting a map (google maps is ok but it doesn't show a lot of footpaths). Consequently I took a wrong turn early on which added about half an hour. By the time I got onto the road section I had a pretty strong urge to pee, but wasn't desperate yet. I decided to play a little game with myself and set a time limit - when the clock hit 9pm I'd let go regardless of where I was. Not quite knowing the route yet, this added a little bit of danger - would I still be on the road where cars might pass when I had to pee? Part way up the road crossed a noisy little stream which certainly didn't help, but I bravely carried on. After this the road becomes very steep, then levels off and passes along the ridge of the hill for about a mile before reaching the start of the next footpath. As it turns out, I'd only just got to the start of the ridge section when 9pm hit. Crap! While not exactly a busy road, it is somewhat popular as a shortcut, and I was going to have to walk the full length of it in wet pants!. Oh well... I swallowed my pride and let go. Within a few seconds I could feel myself starting to pee, followed by the warmth spreading around my crotch and then down both legs. Still walking as I peed, I could feel it start to fill up my shoes and soak into my socks. I guess I must have needed to go worse than I thought, because I peed for the better part of a minute. All the while it was such a weird sensation, casually strolling along a country road as if I wasn't literally flooding my jeans. Eventually the flow tapered off and I stopped to inspect the damage. Although my jeans were black, the wetness hadn't had time to soak in yet and so was glistening noticeably in the setting sun. On the front, the wet patch ran all the way from my belt buckle, down my legs and to my shoes. The tight fabric had also caused it to wick upwards slightly around my butt, and of course the back of my thighs were wet, so there was no turning away from oncoming cars to hide my shame. I pressed on, hoping nobody would drive past anytime soon. Of course just my luck, a few minutes later I heard the sound of a distant car making its way up the hill. Fortunately I was near to a gate, and so had time to jump over into the field and hide behind the hedgerow until they passed. I pressed on, stopping every 10 minutes to examine my jeans. I was pleased to see the wet patch fading, and as the sun went down I knew it wasn't too noticeable in the darkness. I could still make it out with the light from my phone though, and I couldn't be too sure whether an attentive driver would notice anything when their headlights were right on me. A little while later I heard another car coming, but this time there was nowhere to hide! I climbed up onto the embankment at the side of the road, ostensibly to let the car pass (it was a narrow road with no sidewalk). Still, the headlights lit me up pretty well, and I have no idea if they noticed. Some time after that I heard a third car, this time coming from behind. By now the wet patch had pretty well faded into my black jeans, only really being noticeable if you were looking for it. I wasn't too sure how I looked from the back, but I decided to risk it and keep facing the same way, so whoever was in the car must have got a pretty good view as they passed if there was anything to see. Eventually I got off the road and onto the footpath, and so could relax a little. The countryside in the dark was a little creepy though, so I played some music on my phone, and was soon enjoying the walk and my gradually drying pants. By the time I got back to the village my legs were dry, although my crotch still felt damp. I wasn't too worried about being seen at this point, but there was nobody around anyway, only a few lights in the windows of some houses. When I got back to the car I figured my jeans were dry enough that I didn't need to protect the seat, which is fortunate because I had nothing to protect it with anyway. That was about a month ago and I still haven't washed those jeans, despite having worn them in public several times since, including one time while out with a friend all day. I guess I must have been pretty well hydrated when I wet them, because they don't smell at all.
  15. So by the time I got to 2:30 I was getting pretty impatient and realising I need to go to bed soon (should have started much earlier in hindsight). So I decided to push things along a little by going for a walk. By now it was nearing 3am so I figured it wasn't too risky. I nearly lost control putting my shoes on but managed to make it outside. About halfway down the street I let a massive fart go to relieve the pressure, only to notice there was someone standing outside a house across the street! (Not sure what's going on with that house, this is far from the first time I've seen someone idly standing outside in the early hours of the morning). I tried my best to walk past like I wasn't holding onto a bursting bladder, but I caught the guy eyeing me up somewhat suspiciously. I knew I wasn't going to be able to come back this way with him still standing there, but fortunately there is an alleyway that runs parallel to the street, behind the houses, from which I can get into my backyard. I made my way to the end of the street and round to the alleyway entrance. The alley has a gate with a padlock on it so that only the neighbours can access it, and I thought I was about to lose control standing there fiddling with the lock. If that was bad, locking the gate behind me was even worse. Over the years the gate must have dropped on its hinges, so to get it shut you have to get your foot under it and lift it up while trying to slide the bolt across. Bare in mind this is a heavy iron gate wide enough to get a car through and tall enough to stop someone climbing it. Doing that with a full bladder is not easy let me tell you, and I very nearly leaked while doing it, but fortunately I managed to hold on. In fact I held on all the way down the alleyway til I reached my house, only to find someone had parked a huge truck in the way. I managed to squeeze through the gap between the truck and the wall, but that was the last thing my bladder needed, and I started peeing hard in sweatpants as I made my way through. Figuring there was no point holding on now, I stood outside my own backyard wetting myself. This could well be the record for the longest piss I've ever done, because I must have been standing there for two minutes with the pee running down my legs. By the time the flow trailed off, both my boots were filled to the brim, and my sweatpants were hanging heavy from my legs. But at least my bladder was empty!
  16. 2:15 and the pressure in my bladder is immense - it feels solid to the touch. I'm rocking side-to-side in my chair trying to hold on, and keep getting pangs like I'm about to let go involuntarily, but no leaks yet.
  17. 2 hours, not sure if I'd make it to the toilet if I stood up now, but sitting down I can hold on for a bit yet. I can feel the pressure at the base of my penis now, and the pain in my bladder is making it hard to concentrate on the other post I'm writing.
  18. 1:45, squirming a little. Reckon I can make it at least another hour.
  19. An hour and a half in and I'm starting to absent-mindedly hold myself. I don't really need to, but while distracting myself reading the forum I keep finding myself with my hand down my pants unintentionally.
  20. Yeah I had this issue too when I was first getting into omo. Never had a problem peeing in the shower, but I could easily spend half an hour trying to psych myself up to pee my pants. I used to hold my breath, relax my muscles and count down from 60, aiming to pee when I hit 0. But everytime I got to 5 or so an entire childhood-worth of potty training would kick in and I'd involuntarily clench up and stop myself. Thing is, I basically ended up associating this with arousal, and now find this kind of edging really hot. With a decade of experience I can pretty much pee myself on command if I need to go, but I'll still often edge intentionally when doing a wetting.
  21. 45 minutes, just got up to refill my glass and can definitely feel it when standing up. I'd say I'm probably at the stage where I'd take a leak if I was passing the bathroom, but not quite yet at the stage where I'd bother to get up and go pee if I was sitting down.
  22. Just started a hold with the rapid desperation method. Been doing the "drink every 15 minutes and pee freely" stage for an hour, just started the holding stage about 30 minutes ago. I can just about feel my bladder starting to fill up but nowhere near desperate, probably about 2/10. Right now the bloating from drinking so much water is the worst part...
  23. I love how your boxer briefs are wet all the way up to the waistband in the back. Wet butts in underwear are honestly one of my favourite parts of this fetish.
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