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  1. Lol this is me so often in Skyrim. I use a pee/poo mod to round out my set of hunger/thirst/sleep/temperature/stress/bathing mods. There are toilets in towns so that’s not an issue but ancient nordic crypts have no restrooms so at some point in the longer dungeon crawls you have to pop a squat and piss on the crumbling stone floors. If you let yourself pee your pants it undercuts your disease resistance by a lot and since I use RND, managing to catch bone break fever in a crypt full of draugr is virtually a death sentence. Of course, the animation also takes time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been about to spray lemonade in my greaves and I hit the hotkey and that darn eyeball opens mid-piss and -detected- is followed by a Deathlord on the bridge 40 feet above me yelling “unslaad krosis” and one-shotting me with an ebony arrow.
  2. Oh yeah, that’s not really a “genuine” accident though. If you are consciously ignoring the need and there is a toilet within reach (which there should be, as it is illegal to build a private dwelling without one) it isn’t legit in my book. Methods that I can think of are: Fear-Wetting. Nothing will make you piss your pants faster than mortal terror. If time itself seems to stop you are almost halfway afraid enough to pee your pants. The safest and most reliable way to do this would probably be a really horrible VR horror game, but I have (accidentally) pissed myself in the moments leading up to getting hit by a car and in very long and vivid nightmares involving potentially lethal scenarios. Locking yourself in a room. Get yourself some kind of timed lock and trap yourself in a room when you are already desperate and have the timer set for an obviously impossible hold time (12 hours from already bursting, for example.) Bonus points if you set the trap in advance and are capable of working from the booby-trapped room so you can accidentally force yourself into a situation where peeing yourself is inevitable purely by a lapse in memory. Not everyone has the luxury of working from home, and this is not something you should risk your job over. Alcohol + Excessive Hydration. I have heard that some people will wet themselves when drunk off their asses. If this happens to you, you could probably further this along by consuming a truly ridiculous amount of water before cracking your first bottle. This would be safest with another person or a limited quantity of booze you know will smash you but not get you all the way to blackout. Please pee responsibly.
  3. Actually yes, sort of, in my mom’s short shorts, after she permanently gave them to me as housewear because she had gotten too fat for them.
  4. I mean my parents just sorta know I do this. “Better this weird shit than doing drugs or drinking heavily I guess” is mostly their mentality. I do all my laundry obv, nobody wants to have to deal with that shit. Have had sexually deviant friends with parents that tolerated sex toys strewn about the room and have seen people get kicked out for having a boyfriend so idk your life.
  5. I like fapaming or mastursnoozing (slowly jacking off while also gaming or resting) and using the bladder back pressure as sort of a “power amplifier” for the inevitable O moment. I prefer multitasking and taking jack off sessions extremely slowly because I can get stuff done and the climax seems to build power the longer that I keep it up. Sometimes I will also use a prostate toy and put on a tight choker or tie a sock around my neck as a secondary and tertiary amplifier. By using all three of these techniques together some astonishingly powerful orgasms can be obtained and wetting my pants (waterproof bed liner) in the afterglow is just the icing on the cake.
  6. Texas. Yee-Yee ass dudes with cowboy boots and gross sweaty T shirts will just piss wherever they feel like here. Makes me so uncomfortable. I would never pee outside in public on purpose. Seeing strangers indulge my deepest, darkest fantasies while chuffing down Marlboros like it’s no big deal make my stomach do a jig, and not in a good way.
  7. Same. Discovered my kink being locked out in blizzards and hurricanes with nowhere to pee for many hours. Neglect sux m8.
  8. I can’t use urinals because my peen is mostly empty space with very little connective tissue. No matter how I hold it the internal channel deforms and sprays out at odd, unpredictable angles. I really wish that those unisex saddle-type urinals were more common. Unaided, i pee straight down like a girl and as an enby male that can’t use urinals without painting the walls with piss I wish that I didn’t have to hold it and wait for the last guy to finish stinking up the one stall every time I have to take a wee. I would assume that most girls feel the same way.
  9. From my experience the subtle signs in public are virtually identical between sexes and the biggest differences are with what happens when the toilet is actually reached. Girls don’t have as good of a “lock” on their bladders and tend to bolt the instant there isn’t anyone they don’t know closely between them and the toilet while boys often have trouble releasing an overflowing bladder and tend to shift back and forth, sigh, and spend longer than average trying to “break the seal” if they really really had to go. Visibly shaking, stretching and rubbing one’s belly in the men’s room is a sure fire sign that they waited far too long and their locking mechanism (the “ring” of muscle near the prostate) is jammed to the point of nearly breaking.
  10. Hypnosis and Spiking drinks. Either (a) it’s actually just non-con, or (b) it’s unnecessary and pointless because they would have said yes anyway. I’ve heard too many stories about people whose partners wanted them to drug/hypnotize/etc. them and get them to pee themselves or have someone fuck them while they are out and half the time they’re like “Lmao my GF asked me to roofy her and I did but then I just left and went to go grab a cold one with the boys cause I ain’t about all that”
  11. My ideal scenario would be in private, alone, under very dim blacklights, in an ice-cold server room, with a weighted blanket on the character, while doing productive things on a monstrously powerful computer. This hits every possible box as far as the things that just drive me wild. Crushing pressure, bitter cold, soft silk, whirring machinery and sweet, warm relief.
  12. A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.) Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team. “Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!” The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself. The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground. “Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.” Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over. “You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought. “She’s gonna blow…” Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft. “We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!” “Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose. “Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow.
  13. A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.) Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team. “Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!” The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself. The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground. “Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.” Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over. “You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought. “She’s gonna blow…” Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft. “We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!” “Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose. “Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow.
  14. I am known by many names in many places, but I always post the same types of stuff. I like posting long walls of text about various things. Some call me a renaissance man, others call me an insufferable cretin that won’t shut up. It makes no difference. I am as the universe made me. I also like tinkering with computers, writing short stories and drawing in pencil, ink and oil pastel. I am an autistic furry with interests in high fantasy, difficult RPG games, rhythm games and martial arts. Most of my content will be related to Pokémon, the Forgotten Realms, Dark Souls, Monster Hunter or various worlds I make up in my head. The stuff I wrote is often very grimdark and serious in tone. Some of the stuff I post here will be pure OmO, and some will include messing, diarrhea, vomit, blood, pain, violence and fear. I write to reprocess and exorcise a lifetime of bad memories. While fictionalized, some of the graphic imagery in my stories is based on real experiences.
  15. This is true but it is hard to account for those that might be in extreme abusive situations, beaten to the point of urinating or worse. Surreal’s assumptions would probably be true for only independent adults in good living conditions wetting purely for the “stars-aligned no bathroom anywhere” type of situations. If you count medical issues that cause incontinence (congenital malformations, severe mental illness, etc.) that number rises significantly. If you count abuse and human trafficking operations once again that’s a massive spike. If you count ostomy bags breaking under a technical definition of an “accident” that would also raise the total. Given that sexual wetters will vary their rates on a variety of factors including libido, free time, access to money and privacy, etc. that further complicates the math. I have family with kidney issues (I actually got my waterproof bed cover secondhand) and I myself wet quite frequently out of nightmares and traumatic memory reprocessing so the idea of warped genitals and padded rooms is less scary because of personal familiarity. I always cringe when I see art of a sane furry being treated as someone who is a danger to themselves or others. I’ve been there. I really sympathize with truly insane characters, I understand what it’s like to experience that and why people want to replace inborn chaos with rough situations is beyond me. Some people in mental hospitals are the nicest folk you’ll ever meet. Like, this person wouldn’t hurt anyone right? And they just give the sad smile and say “I sure try not to.” Demons are real, and they live in our heads. Some are stronger than others. Sometimes, they win.
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