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ParadoxicEros

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  1. Maybe your clothes is just not the right kind for that to be comfortable? I have no discomfort with doing that, hard or not. I'm pretty sure the main reason it's common is because if the penis tip is near the waist, it has to cover more of the crotch as it goes back down, so there's more visual impact to the whole thing, Whereas, if pointed down, depending on the fit of the pants, it won't cover much of the crotch and might just drip from the bottom of the crotch instead of actually going down the legs all that much, or if pointed to the side, it only gets one side of the crotch and only one leg.
  2. I will say, one of the main reasons I came to this site is because DeviantArt, while it definitely has content that satisfy my other fetishes, it's rare to find good omo stuff on there, especially of the male variety.
  3. I don't know if I can cite a specific moment where it happened; it was a lot of little things that occurred between when I was like, 12 and 14 that led me to realize. There were things I witnessed (like dudes wetting themselves in the locker room because of a dare), things that happened to me (i had a string of bedwettings on accident), and just the ideas randomly popping into my head (deciding to pee in the sink instead of the toilet that was right there). Though, if I had to choose, I'd say the moment it really "started" for me was when I made the conscious decision to start wetting in front of my friends to see how they'd react.
  4. I feel like that breaks a lot of rules, spoken and unspoken, about ethics, consent, administering medicine, and probably some other things too. It'd be a very mean thing to do (putting it lightly).
  5. I can't say that I have much proof that it would be possible, but I would assume so. I'm not any kind of psychologist (in fact, autocorrect had to spell that word for me), but I imagine that if someone can pavlov themselves in someway, you'd think it'd be possible to pavlov yourself to do whatever you want the outcome to be. I can only imagine what it'd be like to piss yourself every time you hear the word "avocado" or something 😂
  6. I had accidental bed-wettings from around 11 to 14. Embarrassment kept me from informing my parents about it, and they only ended up actually finding out a year later. Their reaction was generally just quite sympathetic. My dad was just like "oh no," and my mom had the main reaction, and sought for a solution. I don't know for sure, but from what I know of her reactions to me having issues with stuff both before and after it*, I imagine her thought process was something like; "Okay, so my son is bedwetting again. Something must be wrong but I don't know what. What do I do? I could buy diapers, but that feels like admitting it's an issue and I don't wanna do that to him. I'll get him a liquid-proof bed cover instead, and just won't tell him I put it on his bed." I found out because when I was 12 I came home to my room one day and found my bed was made. I definitely didn't make my bed as a 12 year old so it was very suspicious. A brief investigation later I something covering the mattress under my usually mattress cover, found the tag, read the word waterproof and realized what had happened. I shrugged it off and continued to wet the bed in my sleep for another couple years. Around the time I stopped having accidents in my sleep was the time I realized that I was actually into omo, so I continued to have "accidents" for a while longer, until I was 15. *This is mainly based on how she reacts to me having mental health issues; "I acknowledge there is a problem but don't want to give you medication because that feels like admitting something is wrong to 'my baby.' Let's find a different solution" (a.k.a changes in diet, journaling, therapy without diagnosis, etc.)
  7. To be fair, I think the same could be said for most, if not all, phobias and societal norms of that kind.
  8. I was on the way home from the grocery store once a couple weeks back; It's only ten exits away, seems like no problem. But the traffic when I got on was stand-still. There was practically no movement. What was usually a 30 minute route from the store to home soon became 30 minutes, then 40, then 50. I hadn't used the bathroom before I left the house initially, and didn't stop at the bathroom at the store; so my bladder was beginning to fuss, and seeing as I had only gotten past a couple exits, there was no point trying to hold, so why not have some fun? Secure in the fact that my waist was hidden in view below the windows, I just let loose. I flooded my boxers, my pants, and then the seat. However, as the traffic continued to make it's slow crawl, I was stuck in the car longer and longer and eventually, and with only one and a half slow miles left till my exit, the urge returned again. It was clear I wouldn't be able to hold long enough and avoid smelling up my car some more. I released again, re-soaking what I had soaked earlier. 20-ish minutes later I had finished the surprise 2-hour trip. I'll never know what caused the traffic because it continued far past the exit. When I got home I spent a decent while making sure I didn't ruin the inside of my car, but I'd say it was at least somewhat worth it. The ice cream I had in the trunk melted though and I am still a bit salty about that.
  9. While I like the idea of just going on the ground, it's usually told cold for that, so I stick to pants.
  10. Honestly, it would depend on when you asked me. In my early school years it would've been History, because I sucked at remembering dates and years because the numbers would get jumbled in my head (that still applies today but I have workarounds now.) From roughly 6th grade to 10th grade I'd've said English, but it turned out later on that that was less because of the subject and more the teachers. I had a real unlucky streak of teachers who clearly didn't like the job, quit or retired and got replaced in the middle of a semester and caused the lesson plan to get thrown out the window, or just clearly had some bias against me for whatever reason. I genuinely thought I sucked at writing until I suddenly got a teacher that actually was reasonable with lessons and gave fair grades and good feedback, and suddenly I was getting As and Bs in English for the first time in ages. Nowadays I'd say Gym because I have zero plans to go into a field that requires any type of physical ability, and also it's just exhausting. Having gym in the middle of day and getting you all tired really makes the end-of-day classes so much harder. Plus I've put on a decent deal of quarantine weight and the idea of a gym class just sounds exausing.
  11. I'd agree with "unlucky" being a fair term, but I guess it also depends on the cause. In a lot of cases I guess that could just be under the term of "socially anxious" if the main issue is the talking to other people. I'm probably not the best to try and speculate terms because I'm voluntarily celibate (aka asexual)
  12. The only "nerdy" things I enjoy are some video games and DnD, but I think those are common interests, so I doubt that claim is very true. Though, I could see a bit of correlation between liking things that are in other realities or such and having fetishes because those other realities have different norms or laws of reality or such, which can make for more interesting fetish fantasy scenarios, but that's just speculation and wouldn't solely apply to omo lovers
  13. It happens decently often. It's more common for me now, but it did happen on occasion back then. Pretty much. I'm not shy to pissing in front of friends ever since I discovered the fetish. I've never directly said that i'm into it, I just say that I can't be bothered to spend time going to the bathroom and that seems to satisfy any questions as to why I do it.
  14. Thanks! (I'm starting to feel like you're just following me around this site lmao, thanks for all the praise on my stories 😂)
  15. It's Really Long Story Time!™ I've peed myself in costume pretty much every halloween since I realized I was into it, and I think I've previously told a story about the vampire costume I wore when I was 16, but this story was the next year when I was 17, and is also a lot longer. My friends and I, all being 17 and set up to be adults next halloween, decided to make this last one worth it, and had done the stereotypical halloween movie thing and planned/mapped out the best way to get to all the houses with the good/big candy (aka the rich houses/neighborhoods,) and our final plan was gonna take like, three hours plus wherever we stopped to rest. I was wearing one of those inflatable bodysuit things because my lazy self though it seemed like a low-effort costume. Plus, it came with a mask that covered my entire head so if I walked around while wet, nobody would see my face to connect me to the fact that I was walking around with wet clothes. What I hadn't considered was how it would peeing in it would affect the body of the suit itself. I wasn't sure if the fabric was absorbent or waterproof or what, so that would end up being something I'd just have to find out during the night. I "accidentally" skipped out on using the bathroom before putting on the costume and heading to my friend's house to meet up with the rest of them. The weather had said it'd be pretty warm for a Canadian halloween, so I was only wearing briefs under the costume because online reviews said it got pretty warm inside the costume. My friends are fully aware that I was gonna be peeing myself a lot throughout the night because I did every halloween (and just throughout the year in general). While waiting for everyone to arrive, one of my friends expressed similar curiosity to how peeing in the suit would go, and I pretty much just shrugged. Once we had all arrived, we went over the path we'd be taking and made sure we had supplies (aka mostly snacks and water because 3 hours is a long time without food for a group of 17 year olds, but also a spare backpack for holding excess candy.) We had been out and about for roughly 15 minutes (we were still in the neighborhood we started in) when I first felt the urge to pee. I made the decision at that point to try and hold until we were walking between neighborhoods so I'd have time to relieve myself without anyone but my friends around. As I waited, the urge was getting pretty strong, and my bladder was very weak. But I managed to hold on just long enough to make it out of the neighborhood. I took the mask off my face because it was hot and began to relieve myself. I felt it begin to run down my legs and my briefs soaked through, and then started dripping off me and hitting the polyester fabric of the costume, which obviously made a pretty distinct noise that my friends quickly noticed (one of them got a little spooked by the sudden noise). They stopped walking and turned to look at me with interest as I continued relieving myself. One of them began to laugh, as he always did whenever I wet myself with him around. Then one of them pointed out that the liquid wasn't coming out of the bottom of the costume. I hadn't considered that could happen, but it made sense. The costume worked on the fact that it held in air in order to inflate, and it felt tight on my ankles, so it made sense that the pee stayed in the costume. I had pretty much turned myself into a water balloon but for piss. This meant that I would be walking around with piss pooled on my legs the whole night (not that I was opposed), but I now made a somewhat splashy noise when I walked and had the smell of pee around me, though it wasn't terribly strong. After I finished peeing, we continued towards the next neighborhood. As we started walking up to houses and getting candy, I noticed I got a few confused looks from other trick-or-treaters, which I assume was because I was making a liquid noise. I didn't get any looks that seemed particularly perturbed, so I don't think anyone other than myself could really smell me at this point. The warmth was also nice. It was gonna get progressively colder as the night went on (plus 'warm for a Canadian halloween' is still cold bc it's Canada), so the warmth was definitely helping against my regrets for not wearing any clothes underneath the costume. When we were a bit over halfway through the night, and we were walking through a forest path to get to the next neighborhood, and we stopped in a clearing that had picnic tables and a outhouse. While catching our breath from all the walking, I felt the need to pee again. It wasn't surprising on account of the fact that I had avoided peeing when I could for most of the day (I had peed like, 3 or 4 times prior to leaving the house, which is a low for me), and had been purposefully drinking a whole lot of the water we'd brought along. I began to pee again, and felt the liquid get higher in my costume. I may or may not have done a loud half-sigh-half-moan noise that embarrassed me in front of my friends who laughed about it. I finished peeing, which had been longer than the first time on account of the water chugging. One of my friends crouched down next to me and teasingly poked at my costume where the pee was, and commented about how I pissed myself when there was a outhouse. It was a joking remark because it was no secret that I wouldn't have used that outhouse in almost any circumstance, but I made the argument that getting out of the costume would have been too much of a hassle. The pee was now about a third of the way to my knees and the smell was distinct by now, which I realized when we passed another group of trick-or-treaters, and one of them said "what's that smell?" as we were walking away (my friends found that quite funny.) The looks went from confused to somewhat grossed out, because smelling pee and hearing liquid noises doesn't make things too hard work out. I was very thankful for the mask. Things continued pretty regularly until we back in the neighborhood we started in and a few steps from my friend's house (where we'd all be staying the night), when I felt an urge for the third time. I made no hesitation to began peeing as we got inside. Lucky for me, my friend's parents were out at a halloween party somewhere else in the neighborhood, which is why we used his house as the start/finish to begin with. As we put down the bags of candy on the table in the dining room, I finished up, and a concern was raised by one of my friends, "How are you gonna get the pee out without making a mess?" I froze as I began to process the question. I may have been all for publicly pissing myself, but I didn't want to make a mess at my friend's place and hadn't brought anything along that could clean up a puddle. Luckily, the friend who lived at the house directed me to the bathroom and had me get into the shower to take the costume off. I bent over and pulled on the elastic that held the ankles closed, and the pee rushed out and down the drain as my friends looked on in amusement. Once I was certain I had cleaned it out, I took the costume off, revealing my darkened-and-glistening briefs. This wasn't the first time I had been near-naked in front of any of them (having a lot of sleepovers with long-time friends is like that,) but I couldn't recall ever having exposed, soaked underwear in front of any of them, so that was a new experience (and a fun one at that.) That was pretty much the end of the night, minus us staying up for a few more hours. My friend left me sitting on a couple towels the whole night as we stayed up, which came in handy when I pissed myself again while we were watching a movie.
  16. I definitely had mixed feelings about it at the time, because I enjoyed the idea that my friends and a lot of people had probably seen me wetting, and liked that I had made my friends laugh about it, but also felt pretty bad about the mess I'd made. I'm not much of a humiliation person, but I've enjoyed it more looking back because I've come to the conclusion that that probably wasn't the worst mess a movie theater janitor would have probably cleaned up that day. I can't say for sure (my memory with details isn't great), but it was probably some form of sweatpants in some color, or it would've been jeans. I didn't wear dark colored pants that much back then so it was probably pretty visible.
  17. I was 15 at the time, and had realized I was into omo and started openly wetting a few months prior to that.
  18. For me, I enjoy public wetting, but not for any humiliation reasons. I just like the idea that I'm being witnessed by people (more specifically by my friends). Something about it is just really exciting to me. I only get embarrassed by it when I don't have a way to clean up a mess of piss I've made in public, which makes it less enjoyable for me. But my friends think it's funny when I'm flustered about it so there's at least a bit of an upside I guess.
  19. I don't normally do it at public pools or waterparks, but if I'm in a pool that more private (like a neighborhood pool or a backyard one), I'm more inclined too. But I don't think that's terribly exclusive to people with omo fetishes in any way, because I don't know many people who don't do the same. I had a friend that admitted to the fact that they never actually pee in the bathrooms at waterparks because he "can't be bothered to go track down the bathrooms unless he needs to poop," because waterparks are huge and finding the bathroom, especially when the park is crowded, can get time-consuming.
  20. I had an accident at a theater when I went with some friends to see a movie in 2016 with some friends and had an accident. My friends knew that I preferred to not use the toilet, but I also generally don't try to make a mess on public property unless I can clean it up right then and there. But I guess the combination of a large soda and my focus being on the movie led to me pissing on the seats right between two of my friends. I didn't have anything with me to clean it up with, so I unfortunately had to leave the mess there. I can't even remember what the movie was or whether it was good because for the rest of the day I just felt bad about making a mess and not cleaning it. My friends thought my accident and embarrassment from it was funny, though.
  21. I've found that, for me at least, the less often I held it in when I needed to pee, the harder it became to hold when I actually needed too. I still can hold, but it takes a lot more effort than it used too, and if I don't bother trying to hold it comes out pretty easily on it's own.
  22. I was at a sleepover back in 10th grade (15 years old), and had unintentionally fell asleep pretty early on while watching some friends play a video game. Luckily, I wasn't asleep for too long because I got woken up because I had started to pee, and when I became a bit more conscious, I realized I had most likely been gotten by the warm-water-hand-thing. My friends knew I was "toilet indifferent" as they call it, so they had taken advantage of that fact as an excuse to do the prank on me because they knew I wouldn't have minded. The thing is I was at the time, and still am, the victim of a stupid weak bladder, so I can't confidently say that it was the warm water that did it, though I am inclined to believe it was because I hadn't been asleep for even half an hour before I got woken up again.
  23. I'm not that big of a desperation fan myself, so I usually just let it go when I feel the urge. It was less that I brought it up and more that I just wet myself a few times and when my friends expressed concern over whether I was incontinent or something, I just explained it as "I don't care about it enough to spend time finding and using a toilet when I can just piss myself now." and they were pretty much just like "oh, okay lol" and now I can just wet myself whenever with them. They are very cool dudes and I'm very lucky to have managed to land a group of friends that seem to be okay with literally everything. At this point it feels like it'd be easier to climb Mt. Everest than it would be to get on their nerves.
  24. I mean, the thing with very casual wettings like that is that there really isn't much to say about it. It's just us doing something pretty standard together (whether it be a walk in the park, game night at a friend's place, etc.) and I just happen to pee in the middle of it. The usual reaction I get is just a chuckle or a "nice" or just a brief stare. I'd chill in the wet pants for a while and change later on and that's pretty much it. Really, the only issue I have with casual wettings is that they're awfully hard to make sound interesting later on.
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