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P.P. King

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    Hyper wetting
    Humiliation
    Public humiliation

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  1. You stand still in front of them legs wide open, bladder full with four pints' worth of beer and liquid – never had to go so bad before – excited like that one time you tried and tried to let it go though your Pride, rock-solid and your Dick, rock-hard collided collided collided collided and wetting was no more. Just a fart came out instead Pride had won: the flow was stemmed. I watch you from a distance – legs wide open, bladder full – tonight you're gonna wet yourself in front of all these people you don't know. DO IT! Four pints'worth of beer and – DO IT! Just a fart came out inst – DO IT! Your dick [MY DICK!] rock hard – DO IT! I stand still in front of them four pints of beer and pride and liquid and pride excited like that dick [YOUR DICK! MY DICK!] one time I tried and tried and tried and – — Warm embrace, sweet relief down my pants like a thief stealthy, wet, copious piss down my pants – pure bliss. I opened my eyes and realized what I'd always fantasized – Hug me! Kiss me! Hold my hands – "Baby, I've wet my pants."
  2. The scenario you just painted would be a little too much for me. It would turn pissing yourself into an ordinary thing, and it would probably kill our fetish in the long run. It's also very hard to imagine such a thing ever happening. I know we're in the realm of fantasy, but it's so out of this world that you need to stretch your imagination quite a lot. Let me suggest a different scenario instead. What if pissing your pants became the latest fad among young people? What if it became something that people did to be cool and transgressive? Something to be done secretly or not so secretly? Sort of like a test of courage between peers. Maybe it all started with certain celebrities proudly displaying their "wet look" pants in public, then people started pouring water down their pants to achieve the look, and now the bravest are actually pissing them. I would LOVE it! It would feel like living in a dream for me hahah. We got very close to something like this with last year's piss your pants challenge on TikTok, but sadly for us people started ridiculing those who did it and it was all over pretty soon.
  3. Whenever I plan on having a good wetting session I make sure I don't masturbate for at least a couple of days before the event. That way I get more motivated. But if I go too many days without masturbating my urge for omorashi can get so strong that I start obsessing over it. I kinda get hypersexual about it. But sometimes you don't want to get a boner everytime you have to pee and risk getting yourself in situations you might regret later just because you couldn't control your sexual urges. It's a lot of fun, but sometimes a bit of moderation is best. I'm saying this because these days whenever I decide to wet myself it's a public wetting. Wetting my underwear in the shower normally doesn't excite me as much as a full public accident. I've gotten pretty brave over the years, sometimes a little too much lol. Of course when I'm out staging a public accident, I don't masturbate until I'm done pissing myself. That would totally kill my mood. Sometimes the excitement is so great that I come a first time hands free right after I pissed myself, and then a second time, usually hidden inside my car, that I use as a sort of a base where I keep clean clothes, towels, plastic bags, anything that I could need when I'm out wetting myself. [Of course I'm extra careful nobody sees me when doing this] The clean up can make me lose my motivation to wet, so sometimes I buy a pair of pants with the sole purpose of wetting them and then I throw them away. It's wasteful but sometimes I have no other option since I don't live alone. Once I've had a good wetting session I usually don't have another one for weeks or sometimes even months, although my sexual urges for Omorashi come back just as strong the day after.
  4. Thank you for sharing you thoughts! I absolutely agree having a fetish is nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, just because we didn't choose to have it. Just like we don't choose being gay or straight. I do think though that if our fetish became a little more popular, more people would indulge in it without shame. I myself, when I was growing up, I would've had an easier time coming to terms with something that was more mainstream than Omorashi.
  5. Hello everyone. As promised, here's my first story. A few introductory words: It is set in northern Italy in a fictional town called Bresmona. As a result of the Decorum Act, public urination is now a much worse offense than it used to be. The local mayor has just created the Decorum Patrol, a private police force with the objective of keeping the streets of Bresmona clean and safe. The story centers around a group of high school boys who recently turned 18 and play soccer in a local team, and their social lives. In this first part you'll get to know Luca, his friend Alex and the girls Gloria and Laura. It's a Saturday night near the end of May, and The boys are going to a party at Cascina 99, a local discotheque. It is the place to be on a Saturday night, and the girls are waiting for them inside. Alex and Luca have loaded up on booze in order to get to the party with the right kind of buzz. This story contains vulgar language and swear words, because I have tried to make the characters sound realistic. I apologize for the inevitable misspellings and mistakes. This is it. I hope you enjoy it! 1. "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER" "Ohh yes!" He moaned in relief as a super powerful jet of beer piss came pouring down on the dirt in front of him. His legs spread apart like a good boy, so as to keep his piss from splashing back on his brand new shoes. They were in complete darkness, almost. "Dude, where THE FUCK are you? I can't see shit in here" Luca hissed frustratingly at his friend Alex as he tried to find a way through the trees. They'd loaded up on booze and had been drinking the whole night. They wanted to make sure they'd arrive at the party with the right kind of buzz. Which means now both had to piss like a racehorse. "Fuck you man, you're already pissing! You could've waited for me a second. Holy shit I'm fucking pissing myself here." "Ohh yes. Fuck!" Alex ignored his friend's comment, still moaning in relief, his jet still going strong. "Did we really need to hide this far for a fucking piss?" Asked Luca as he got ready to finally relieve himself "It's the fucking Decorum Patrol" replied Alex "you get caught pissing in public and you get a pretty fucking hefty fine." His stream finally died down. "I don't know about you man, but I got some money in my pocket and last thing I want to do with it is give it to them fucking Decorum faggots." He put his dick back in and zipped up. At his feet, a piss lake replaced the previously dry soil. "Come on, let's go. What? You still gotta piss? Hurry up!" "Look who's talking! You took your sweet time to piss and now you're telling me to hurry up." Luca had just unzipped when suddenly a man's voice broke out: "HEY!" "FUCK!" Luca immediately zipped back up. A flashlight was trying to locate the boys' position among the trees. "Come over here right now. You too." Alex and Luca sheepishly emerged from the trees. A man not much older than them, probably in his mid twenties, was standing still with a flashlight in his hands. Dressed in a black uniform, black cargo pants, on the tight side. On his chest, "Decorum Patrol" written in a yellow font that looked kinda cheesy for a police force. "What are you guys doing?" "We were trying to see what was there behind those trees." Alex came up with the lamest excuse ever. "There's nothing to see there. It's a big park, there's no lights and I don't want you to get hurt. Either go back to the Discotheque or get out of here." "Yes sir." "Come on. Move." So they walked the trail back to the Disco. "Fucking faggots. What the hell do they care if a man takes a fucking piss?" Alex complained while casually touching his crotch from time to time. A last drop of piss had escaped into his underwear. Thank goodness he was wearing black boxer briefs. He planned on getting laid tonight. As for Luca... He was in a much worse situation. He felt like his bladder was about to explode. His mind had been sending signals to his body that it was finally time to pee, but now the Decorum officer had thwarted his plan when he was almost starting to go. "Yeah at least you fucking pissed. I need to go BAD." "Oh come on quit bitching, just use the bathrooms inside." Replied Alex. Thankfully they'd bought the tickets to the event in advance, which meant less queuing for them to do. But queuing still. Luca made sure to stand slightly behind Alex. He crossed his legs and squeezed his dick multiple times, trying to be as discreet as possible. His desperation came in waves, and when it hit, it was almost impossible for him to stand still. He hadn't been this desperate in a long time. It suddenly reminded him of times when he pissed himself as a kid. It unlocked forgotten memories, such as that time he completely disgraced himself in 5th grade coming home from a school trip. He remembered thinking 5th grade was way too old for a kid to wet himself. Was he... Was he gonna wet himself now? At 18? Pfff. No way. He wondered why he even considered it a possibility. He was a MAN. A man with a pretty hot chick waiting inside for him. What the hell was he doing thinking about pants pissing and 5th grade? Fuck that! The line quickly dissolved. They showed their tickets to the bouncer and entered. ________ The building was packed with young and gorgeous human beings of both sexes. The air was hot and hormones filled the room. Everybody was dancing, or trying to dance, or trying to impress the person they wanted to bang. Each body oozing sexual energy. Each mind dominated by transgression. Loud music and strobe lights overwhelmed the senses. "I need to go find Laura. She's waiting for me by the fake palm trees. Meet me at the counter later. Remember we got a free drink with the ticket!" And with that, Alex disappeared into the crowd. Now that Luca was alone, he couldn't help holding himself even more blatantly. "FUCK I need a piss" he thought. "I need to find a bathroom asap." It wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time needing to use the bathroom facilities. He knew it was easier said than done. There would always be a pretty long line at both the men's and the women's. Alcohol knows no genders, and two bathrooms weren't enough to deal with this many young adults and their full bladders. He made his way into the crowd to reach the men's bathroom. With each step he felt his bulging bladder hit against his belt. He tried to walk somewhat normally, but it was difficult. All that beer wanted out. NOW. Thankfully the darkness made it easier for him to go unnoticed. He distractedly bumped into a pretty heavy guy: "hey man, what's your fucking problem? You got a problem with me?" "Fuck – hey I'm sorry man" The guy squared him up for a second, then let him go: "Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here." Luca proceeded in the direction of the bathroom and didn't look back. This confrontation had increased his need to piss even more. He was young, athletic and had a pretty big sense of pride. Normally he wouldn't let random people talk shit to him. He thought he could put up a fight. But not tonight. He was about to piss himself. Ain't nobody ever won a fight by pissing himself. he would have disgraced himself in front of a total strang—oh shut the fuck up! He shushed himself in his thoughts. "Nobody pisses his pants at 18. It's ridiculous." And the bathroom situation was just what he expected. A long line of boys waiting to empty their bladders. His need had escalated even more. Suddenly He felt a sharp pang of desperation travel through his bladder, from his bladder to the shaft, and from the shaft to the tip of his manhood. "Oh shit shit SHIT –" all good. He was back in control of his bladder. "That was close" he thought. "Heyyy!" He heard a female voice rise up from the noise. He turned around and there she was. Gloria, the reason he came here tonight. The short but voluptuous brunette he'd been trying to bang for almost a month. "Heeyy! Where have you been? Laura, Alex and I have been waiting for you by the counter. Come on, let's go get something to drink!" "Fuck" he thought to himself. What now? Should he tell his date he was about to piss himself? Not a great move. And even if he did, he would still have to wait at least another 15 minutes here in front of this fucking bathroom. The line was moving pretty slow. Fuck! He knew it. He should have pissed before coming here. He was so fucking close if it hadn't been for that stupid Decorum motherfucker. He didn't say anything, just put on a fake smile while Gloria grabbed his veiny hand and dragged him away. "I love your shirt" she had to shout to make herself heard while they crossed the dancefloor to get to the bar. "and this... is this One Million? Mmm it's my favorite perfume " Luca was glad to know it. Only... He just hoped One Million wasn't going to turn into One Piss. They got to the counter where Alex and Laura were waiting for them. "Finally! Dude Where the hell have you been?" "Just... I was... Looking... Tryna... Whatever, nevermind" Luca was trying as hard as he could to not show weakness, but his confused reply and body language gave it away. Alex remembered his friend hadn't been able to pee earlier on. He put two and two together. Luca was still bursting for a piss. "FOUR MOJITOS" Alex shouted to the bartender. "Shit" Luca thought to himself. He liked mojito alright. But he sure was not in the mood for any liquid right now. Let alone a fucking mojito. "There you go guys" the waiter placed four ice cold mojitos on the counter, a black plastic straw sticking out from each one. As soon as Luca picked up the glass, the coldness of it travelled though his veins all the way to his bladder. It was like having a little spirit poke his bladder with a needle. He instantly crossed his legs hard, trying to squeeze his bulge with his inner thighs as hard as he could. "Anything wrong?" Gloria asked him. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. So pretty, so handsome. A white, very elegant Ralph Lauren shirt. A nice complementing pair of jeans. Brand new sneakers, whiter than snow. And underneath... A glorious body shaped by the soccer gods. WHAT A MAN! "Nothing" he replied. "It's the drink... Wow, it's pretty cold" "Yeah, no shit it's cold" he immediately thought to himself "it's full of ice, it's a mojito, what the hell did you expect?? Fuck, I need to FUCKING PISS!!! I can't even think straight. Fuck!" Laura whispered something in Gloria's ears, and Luca immediately took advantage of the situation sneaking a hand in his pocket and giving his dick a big squeeze while Gloria wasn't looking. He tried to look over the dancefloor in the direction of the bathroom. Yep. Hard to see from here, but there's definitely still some people waiting outside. "Hey... Let's go dancing!" Gloria and Laura were desperate to get on the dancefloor with their new boyfriends. The loud music, the chaos, the flickering lights, the smoke, the strobo... What better way to get intimate with them. Luca was also desperate... but a different kind of desperate. Gloria briefly caressed her womanhood. She was definitely not dry down there. "Yeah! Let's go!" And so the girls dragged their boyfriends on to the dancefloor. The DJ had just put on a new song. A remixed version of the 1990s hit "What is love" now filled the room. Alex and Laura disappeared into the crowd. Gloria put her arms around Luca's neck. The strobo lights made it look like a sequence of still shots. Her eyes and smile had LOVE written all over them. She pushed her womanhood close to Luca's bulge and gave him a passionate kiss. Luca was not enjoying it as he should. His dick was limp and unresponsive. His mind was focussed on one thing. I NEED TO PISS. They fiercely made out. She kissed him on his lips, then french kissed, then she kissed him on his neck leaving him a lipstick-tinted love bite. She was the one taking the initiative. He felt like a ragdoll. The music got quieter. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics: "What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... No more No more No more No more More More More More More more more more More more more more MoMoMoMo MoMoMoMo MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMO –" as the DJ was ready to drop the beat, it happened. Luca felt a shiver in his bladder and down his spine. A warm sensation in his boxer briefs. His mind had yet to register what was happening. Gloria was standing still in front of him, smiling and looking him in the eyes, her arms still around his neck, when a powerful jet of piss erupted from his member, washing his scrotum, licking his butthole and quickly saturating his underwear with piss. Then flowed down both of his legs with great force, drenching both the front and the back of his jeans. It was a flood. The piss rapidly got to his socks and pooled inside his shoes. A steady trickle of piss flowed from his left cuff down to the floor, creating a big puddle of piss. He was pissing himself. At 18. In front of his girlfriend. He tried to stop the flow, but his contractions only made the piss flow out of his cock even faster. There was no stopping this. The beat dropped, and Luca was still pissing. After three or four bladder spasms, which sent an additional load of piss down his pants, he was finally finished. He wiggled his toes and they were in a pool of piss. Touched his crotch with his left hand – soaked. He moved his hand back where his butthole is – soaked. The inside of his legs – soaked. He had just pissed himself. Period. His mind was going a 100 miles an hour. Now relief, now embarrassment, now relief, now WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO NOW?" And that was just the beginning. Gloria felt something weird under her feet. She removed her arms from Luca's neck and looked down. "What... Yeeeww... What the hell... Why's the floor all wet all of a sudden?" ________ END OF PART 1 Let me know what you think! Keep following this thread for more! New parts will be posted down here in the comments.
  6. I answered this question in detail in a separate post Here. Basically, I feel like I've always been into this kink. I have memories of being very interested in boys wetting their pants and wetting in general ever since I was a little kid. Way before I knew what sexuality was about, let alone a kink. I would love to know from a scientific point of view if it is possible to be born with it, or at least have a predisposition, or if it's something you acquire along the way. Just out pure curiosity. From a practical point of view it wouldn't make a difference knowing whether it's a natural thing or not. It's been a while since I fully accepted my kink. It brings me pleasure and hurts no one, so even if turned out to be not natural, it wouldn't bother me.
  7. So sexy! I love how he casually starts pissing himself without you even mentioning the subject. He must really love you. I'm jealous!
  8. In that case, no problem. Yeah, I agree the female voice you're using sounds pretty good for being fake. Can't wait for more guys wetting themselves in front of their girlfriends!
  9. This is hot! Have you ever thought about making a male/male scenario? I'd love to listen to that too
  10. Thank you! Yes, I agree BDSM fits our society in a way that peeing yourself does not. I don't think we'll ever see omorashi get as popular as BDSM got in the recent years, however I do feel like we are slowly growing thanks to the exposure that the internet grants us. Sometimes it takes the right incentive at the right time to get non-wetters to give it a try. I'm thinking of last year's TikTok Pee your Pants challenge. Something as simple as that was enough to convince many young people to wet their pants in front of a camera for the whole world to see. And to experience what omorashi feels like it's not even necessary to broadcast your actions on the internet...
  11. When I'm out with friends and I've had a few beers. That usually gets me desperate in a way that's 100% "shit I'm gonna pee my pants right now and 0% sense of fullness my tummy, which happens sometimes I drink with the purpose of prepping up to wet myself. Especially with water. Also the very public aspect of it gets me really excited. I start thinking what if... I just let it go here on the chair in front of my friends? And many other hot scenarios.
  12. I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile.
  13. I'm really glad this post was so well received. I'm also very happy you guys liked my writing style. It means a lot to me since English isn't even my native language. More stories and personal experiences are on their way
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