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  1. Hello everyone, I'm from Germany as well. Western region. 🙂
  2. Hey everyone, I've got some time to finally tell you the story I had teased the last time. So it's time for: Chapter 7 - Secret party wetting Some weeks ago my girlfriend was going to a huge stadium-party with her family. Something they do every year. I would have been invited to accompany them, but the music played there gives me nightmares. And for both of us it was totally okay for her to go there with her family with me staying at home. However I got some kind of live-ticker of the day which was hilarious out of itself. They started drinking in the afternoon (some kind of family-habit of this day). So the "live-ticker" information became funnier after some time. When it was time for them to leave for the arena I got messages like "Oh my god, I'm already so damn tipsy. But my sister is worse." They arrived at the stadium during twilight and the queues were horrible. It took them over an hour to enter the stadium. By which time there were messages like "F*ck, I need to pee so badly and we're not even near the entrance. F*ck f*ck f*ck." I knew when she is tipsy she tends to be more risky and daring. But I didn't dare to bring my hopes up. Just the thought of her standing there in the line frantically jumping from foot to foot with all of the others made my imagination go into overdrive. There was some time gap then before the next message came. It was just "We're inside the arena, the music is great. But the lines to the toilets are ridicolous. I don't think I can wait any longer." I was not sure what I had to make of this. Was she in one of those lines? Couldn't she wait any longer to enter one of those lines? I didn't dare to think it was what I hoped it meant. Until the next message came. "I couldn't wait any longer. I just did it." My heart skipped a beat. She did just what exactly? I texted back asking her whether she was okay and what just had happened. It took some minutes until the final confirmation came. "I just let it go. The lines were so long there would have been no chance for me to hold it this long so I just pissed myself." My heart was racing and my pants were becoming really tight. "You really pissed yourself? What did the others say?" Upon which came an audio message with much deafening music and some hardly recognisable voice in between. It was my girlfriend shouting into her mobile that she loved me and that she had just totally pissed herself. I heard some of her family members in the background, all of them audibly drunk. My girlfriend repeated her message several times. "Baby, I just stood her and just let it go. I have just completely pissed my pants. I have just let it all go. Everything is wet beneath me. I have just completely pissed my pants. Just standing here I just thought 'why not' and just relaxed, pissing into my pants. It was great. I just pissed myself and it was so relieving. I think I will do this the whole evening. I just peed into my pants. Hihihi." I checked her story pictures on Instagram and saw that she was wearing her long summers dress, beneath she normally wears her black spandex pants. So she might in fact get away with it. She continued giving me live updates via her message-ticker, repeatedly informing me, that she was completely wet between her legs. That it became a little cool after some time and that it was warmer, when she let it go again. Sadly after some time her mobile-battery died and I became a little worried when I didn't hear anything for some hours. I had to accept that there would probably be no more updates this night so I finally went to sleep, just hoping everything would be okay. The next morning she called me with some horrible hangover, telling me there were gaps in her memory but that she does remember just pissing into her pants while dancing with the others and that no one noticed anything. The floor had been wet from beer and wine and who knows what else, so this didn't matter at all. Her dress was long enough to cover her deed. The back of it got wet, but nobody said anything. She found her piss soaked spandex shorts on the floor of her bedroom. She must have gone to bed straight away. It was nice to not being forced to wait for the toilets being free but to just piss herself. She was glad I had given her the general idea of this freedom and she might absolutely do this again. But next time she wants to do it with me. She asked me to go on some party with her with the intention to wet ourselves there. ❤️ I think we will do this. 🙂
  3. I piss my pants since my early youth and always made it by choice. It was always this "okay, I really need to pee and now I decide to just let it go." This decision always was the most exciting thrill for me. Deciding to do it. Being in pants and not on a toilet, consciously and willingly relaxing, opening the gates while still embraced in fabric of all sorts and experiencing this moment of no return. This one second from deciding to do it and willingly letting it happen to it really happening, of the first spurts of pee actually leaving my body and moistening the fabric of my pants. The first wetness was always the most thrilling part. But, as I said, it was always my choice. And at some point I thought how it might be to not have a choice. To wet myself involuntarily. And only the thought made me horny. I didn't know how to achieve this so I did not really had a plan. All I did some years ago was just ceasing to go to the toilet at all. When I came from work I just did not go. I did my normal evening program - cooking, reading, listening to music, watching TV, playing on the computer, doing the laundry, hanging the clothes in the shared attic and so on. Every day ended with wet pants some time during the evening. And at first it was always the moment when I decided I didn't stand the pressure anymore. At first it still was this decision to let go. And some evening, I had been drinking lots of water at work the whole afternoon, was different. I was just hanging my laundry, when one really intense urge hit me. This had been the moment I had given up all the days before. The moment I realised that holding was too painful, too uncomfortable and I just let go. This day I thought I might try to hold it longer. I wanted to know whether there was a moment my muscles would not be able to hold it any longer. And the moment came just minutes later. I had been able to fight off the last strong urge. This urge that had always been enough for me to give up. This urge, my body some kind of "knew" that it would do for me to willingly end the torment. Some minutes later, when I was still hanging my laundry I was no longer able to do anything but concentrating on holding my pee. I stood there and if anyone would have seen me, he or she must have thought I might have some kind of brain-bluescreen, since I was not moving anymore. I could not wrap my head around the process of just hanging this t-shirt onto the clothesline rope. I stood there, crossing my legs, t-shirt in my hands and completely stunned. My muscles were spasming and strained and then there was this second when my sphincter was just not able to contain the pressing wetness any longer. If I wanted or not (and I didn't want to, since I wanted to hold it), there was a small spurt of pee escaping into my pants. I had completely forgotten what I was doing, dancing on the spot, trying to stop the accident. I managed to stop after the first spurt, but even this smallest relief felt so unbelievably great and blissful, that I couldn't bring myself to fight any longer, to endure this pain any longer. And when the next huge spurt shot into my pants, considerably soaking them, I gave up. I just stood there, pissing full force into my pants. This was my fist real accident. Another thing: I trained my body to two occasions or scenarios. For some time I wet my pants as soon as I had closed the door to my appartment. I made this for several weeks. And in the end I was trained to pee as soon as the door was closed (as long as I had been away from home long enough and had to pee bad enough). And there was a day I came home and I had laundry in the washing I wanted to fetch before going into my appartment (having the washing machine in the basement). So I entered my house, closed my door and immediately felt the jump from 7/10 to 9/10. But I didn't want to wet myself. I was wearing pants I wanted to wear again the next day. They were freshly washed and were not meant to be wet so soon again. So I really, REALLY did NOT want to wet them. When I went into the basement, the urge climbed from 9 to 9.999/10. And while I took the laundry out of the machine I was dancing on the spot in my futile attempt to hold it. And after some seconds, if I wanted or not, pee shot into my pants. I stood there wetting myself although I really did not want to. I mean, I enjoyed it immensely. It was a real accident and made me incredibly horny. However it was not planned and was not upon me or my decision. The other scenario was in the morning. I trained my body to pee within 60 seconds after getting up from bed. This led to countless wet pants when I didn't go to the toilet immediately. These days I enjoy getting up, collecting the clothes I want to wear for the day and on some days I manage to reach my bathroom or even my shower and some days I hardly manage to leave my bedroom, before piss forcefully soakes into my pants, if I want it or not. I really, really enjoy these wettings. They feel super exciting and make me exceptionally horny all the time. Next step is involuntary pissing in my sleep, although I have second thoughts on this. 😄
  4. I'm sorry, I didn't check the https://www.omorashi.org/do-not-post-list/?d=5 Do-Not-Post-List. You're totally right, ItsLo is on there. Still fingers crossed for Jupiters hot video. ❤️
  5. Hey everyone, today it's me having two requests. 1. Is anyone friends with "Privatechef"? https://thisvid.com/members/279269/ I'd like to have the only private video in the profile: https://thisvid.com/playlist/399563/video/girl-tells-you-to-piss-yourself/ 2. Also the profile "Wettinglover111" has a nice video on their profile: https://thisvid.com/members/3100841/ This one, since it's with an overall ❤️ https://thisvid.com/playlist/399563/video/wetting-game/ Thank you! 🙂
  6. Hey everyone, I'm sorry for the delay. Real life and things. I owe you at least one more chapter and I have to tease just another one. Just a content note: I write about explicit sex. So, this time I tell you about the day of: Chapter 6 - Breakfast surprise It had beed a rough and long week for both of us. It was Saturday, I had slept in quite extensively and was awoken by my doorbell. My girlfriend was at the door with fresh bread and needed a coffee badly. Since she has the key to my house and my bedroom is in the attic I had told her she may just enter the house, if I'm still in bed. Which she did. So as she was preparing breakfast I peeled out of bed. I had wet myself and the bed the evening before so my pants were still damp, but not wet anymore. I hastily dressed by just putting some joggers over my damp pants and then went downstairs to greet her. She looked wonderful and we kissed quite a while, before I said I'd probably need the bathroom before we could eat. She protested, the coffee would get cold. And with her hand grabbing my crotch and noticing the slight dampness she whispered "And you didn't bother going to the bathroom tonight, didn't you? So why now? Come, sit down." My heart was beating a little faster. This nearly felt like some kind of permission. So I sat down and we had breakfast. However I really had to go by this time. Normally I have my body trained to need a toilet within minutes after getting up, otherwise it would just go into my pants anyways. So I was surprised by the fact I had not wet myself already. Maybe seeing this gorgeous girl made me temporarily forget my programming? But time didn't work for me and by the time I had my second cup of coffee I needed to wiggle with my legs - a sitting pee-dance. "You're quite uncomfortable, aren't you?" my girlfriend asked. "Yes, I am. I really need to go." I replied. "Well, why don't you just go then?" she asked matter-of-factly. "Now?" "Would you bother if I was not here?" I thought for a moment. "No, I wouldn't. Honestly I would be wet already." She smiled encouragingly, leaned over and kissed me, before whispering in my ear. "I don't mind, baby. Just wet your pants, please. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. okay?" I looked at her, relaxed every muscle and while kissing her again I just pissed full force into my pants, sitting at the breakfast table. The moment was pure bliss and felt like lasting forever. The wetness spread around my crotch, went down between my legs, down to my feet and finally formed a small puddle around my chair. "Better?" she asked. "My god, I just answered." All of a sudden I was horny as hell, my dick was so hard it stood nearly comically straight up and tented my pants up. She looked down at my crotch and bite her lips. "Oh, it seems, it's quite better now." She reached out and touched the soaking wet bulge. Waves of electricity seemed to go through my body. And there was this silent second between us in which we both knew, what had to happen next. We both jumped off the table, flung our arms around each other and kissed passionately while trying to undress each other and at the same time walking over to my living room to my couch. We managed to get undressed but I was still wet. She grabbed one of the huge towels I had just washed the other day and which still lay next to my couch waiting to be folded and put it onto the couch. Then she gently moved me over and made me lay on my back. She grabbed one of the blankets, flung it around her and climbed onto me. We kissed a moment longer, while she let her pussy move along my boner for some time. Then she stopped, looked me in the eye and said quietly. "You know, I need to pee, too. I wanted to be here as quick as possible so I didn't go pee at home after getting up." My heart rate stepped up once more and some electric spasms shot through my already rock hard dick. "You don't want to go to the bathroom now, do you?" I asked, although I knew the answer. I think I wanted to hear it from her. "No. I'd like to stay here with you. If you don't mind." she pouted. I kissed her so passionately she seemed to forget her desperation for a moment, since she pressed and worked herself so hard against my cock that it even a little painful. Then she stopped again, relaxed, her pussy hovering some millimeter above my dick and looked me in the eye. Then I felt it. At first there were only some drops, which made her gasp with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I... " she began, but I put my hands aroung her face gently and kissed her, before whispering in her ear. "I love you, baby. Please, relax. This is the greatest feeling I ever had." She buried her face on my throat as she so liked to do. It took some moments again until there were some new drops of warm pee touching my quivering dick. Then she relaxed completely and positively flooded my. Cascades of her warm pee ran over my boner, around it, trickled around my balls soaking into the towel beneath us, while I held her. She was breathing heavily, obviously enjoying what she was doing in some special way. After a while she was done and we just remained in this position for some time. Then, blissfully enjoying the smelly warm naughty wetness around us we finally fucked. And hell, did we fuck. Just thinking about this day right now as I'm writing this makes me hard again. Some hour later we went into the shower together with some more oral sex... what a perfect start into the day and into the weekend. And I'd like to tease you with another chapter coming soon (happened just some days ago): Chapter 7 - Secret party wetting
  7. I like how so many of you are also enjoying wetting the bed. ❤️ I'm in a betwetting streak since almost two weeks now (with wetting myself in bed every night!), with just one minor interuption last weekend. My girlfriend was here for three days and I didn't want to wet the bed next to her. However I told her of my current omorashi-"frenzy" and that I had not used a toilet for over a week now and that I really really liked it. She was fine with it, she even indulged in some really really wet sex (I'll tell this story in another thread soon). And after we had a really wet and hot saturday she said, she would not mind if I wet the bed. As long as I would be on my side. And since she would not be able to sleep at my house for some days after this night, it was up to me to deal with the bed afterwards. Her only condition - valid for all times - was, the she does never want to go into a wet bed. And that if I had wet the bed before she would come to my place and sleep here, I had to put fresh sheets onto the bed. This was - of course - totally okay. I consider myself VERY lucky that this is her only objection. So, I was free to go, since she would not sleep in the bed for some days. This night I woke up halfway (you know, this kind of waking up when you're not sure, where you are or what you're even named), because I had just leaked a considerable spurt of warm pee into my pants. I remember being allowed to wet the bed and just thought "what a feeling", spurted some more leaks into my pants before falling asleep again. I woke up again by my girlfriend leaving my room. I was again only half awake and it took some time for me to remember what had happened only hours earlier. I reached down to my boxer-briefs and felt the considerable damp spot between my legs. My girlfriend was probably using the toilet right at this moment so I thought I might just join her. I grabbed a towel I have always within reach, placed it between my legs and while hearing the coffee machine outside of my bedroom working (she always needs a coffee first before even talking <3) I relaxed and fully pissed myself lying there cozily cuddled under my blankets. Only a moment later she returned to my bedroom, put the coffee on the table next to my bed and cuddled into the sheets next to me. I was totally soaked down there but had not moved. She probably thought I was still asleep. I enjoyed the wet, soaked feeling around my cock for a moment while she sipped her coffee and doodled on her phone for some minutes, before the naughtyness of what I just had done hit me and I got a boner for the record books. I dared to stir, turned towards her (still covered by my sheets) buried my face on her throat while my hands found her slip and slowly started to pull it down. She put the coffee away and joined the cuddling. Then she noticed the wet pants and looked at me surprised. "I'm sorry, I could not resist. When you were on the toilet I could not wait any longer and had to piss, too." I apologized grinning. "I've not been on the toilet." she just replied. This caught me by surprise and my dick just got a little harder, pressing the wet fabric against her now bare pussy. "You... you haven't peed?" "No. I did not want to waste it, you know..." I yanked my pants down, while we kissed passionately and entered her. She was very wet and obviously horny. It took only a minute for me to cum upon which I apologized for my selfishness - but I could not resist any longer. "Now it's my turn I think" she just said, and rolled both of us over on my side, her sitting on top of me. "Ewww, it's wet over here" she said, as her knee had hit the spot where I just had wet the towel some minutes before. "I'm sorry, baby" was my only and weak reply, since she had positioned herself right on top of my bladder upon which she was now pressing. And I noticed that I had obviously been stimulated this much that everything still felt... aroused. My bladder, though nearly empty, felt amazingly excited. "I like that" I told her, when she pressed a little more onto my stomach. "You mean, this?" she had asked when pressing her swollen bladder stomach into mine. "Yes" I had moaned, while relaxing and allowing her pressure to force some drops out of my quivering dick, adding to the wetness around and beneath us. However, as much as she tried to, she was not able to pee. She had pressed quite some more pee out of me and I had enjoyed this sooo much, relishing every second of her lying on top of me, feeling waves of pleasure soar through my lower body with each new spurt of pee escaping my sore and aroused body. She just could not. She said peeing her pants was different. Peeing into pants was easier. She had already peed on my before, but with a towel beneath us. Now we just lay there without any protection but the waterproof layer I had added to my bed some days before. No pants, no jeans, no towel. And she could not break through the barrier her body was holding up. She ended up going to the toilet before breakfast and apologized a lot, upon which I felt really really bad. I had asked for too much, pressing her into a situation she felt uncomfortable with. We agreed to reduce our wet play for once. I did not ever want to pressure her and I did not ever want to put her in some uncomfortable situation. So I will enjoy wetting my bed for some more days now (the last few nights all were wet again - god, I LOVE this so much). But my wet streak will end when she comes to my house the next weekend for some thoroughly not wet time.
  8. Once during school time (I already was some experienced jeans wetter these days) I managed to put myself in a situation where I needed do dress for school quickly (I think I overslept a little and I had to catch the bus) and could not find any jeans other than the black one I had pissed into the other day. It had mostly dried and was just a little damp in the crotch area. But it smelled quite obviously of dried piss. I really can't remember how I got to school without being noticed. I do remember sitting in class with my black jeans and noticing the smell. I had put on my best poker face while dying of shame on the inside. No one had said anything the whole day and I just remember being quite antisocial and leaving school as early and quietly as possible this day. Back home I was alone - as always these days - and blissfully rewet these jeans before putting them and every other jeans I had into the washing.
  9. Hello. As promised I tried to capture this mornings pee. It did not really work as I had intended (mostly, because the wet spot is not as visible as I had hoped it would be - I'll try again with different clothes), however here it is. IMG_5650.mp4 I do like the yellow stain. It looks naughtily dirty. And the aftermath... although I had a towel beneath my bed got really really wet. The sheets are in the washing now. But there's a definite wet stain on the mattress. This might sound stupid, but this wet stain makes me incredibly horny. I've wet my bed. And I LOVE it. ❤️
  10. Some years ago I had some very old "transformer"-couch. Sounds much cooler than it was. It was just three pieces of foam, sewed together with sorrounding cloth (much like cord fabric) in a way that you could either lay them flat to have a 80cm x 200cm "mattress" (in quotation marks, because it was not really comfortable) or fold them to have something to sit on with the smallest piece making the backrest (which was the headpiece when used flat). I had inherited these (two of them) and many years used them as a couch (as a college-student I didn't have much money and also not much space so these were quite perfect for a while). Sometimes I put both upon each other to have a makeshift bed and later just kept them this way. I often was laying on them watching television and sometimes falling asleep. I was always tempted to wet myself sitting on them since I wanted to know just how absorbend the foam would be. But I didn't dare because I did not want to ruin them. But there was one day I fell asleep after masturbating and woke up in the middle of the night, totally dizzy and disoriented and with a really strong urge to pee. I remember pondering my options while still half asleep. I always wanted to wet on these but should I? It had been winter and I was wearing long underwear between my boxer briefs and some thick joggers. So enough cloth to absorb a small leak, that might help me ease the pressure and fall asleep again. The decision was made before I realised I had made it, because my mind was a little surprised as the pee already started to leak into my pants. Dizzy as I was I just enjoyed the warm and wet feeling, not bothering to move or to even open my eyes or to adjust the blanket or anything. I just let go and felt the strong stream of piss soak into my underwear, my joggers and making a puddle beneath me. Far too late my still half-asleep brain realised that this was way too much for just my pants to contain it. But I just did not want to stop. And half-asleep as I was I would not have been able to stop anyway. So I just pissed a full afternoon, evening and nights worth of piss into this makeshift bed, before falling asleep again quite immediately. When I woke up I was so thrilled of what I had just done I think I had at least five orgasms over the following day. The foamy couch thingy was very wet and it even had leaked through to the second one. I placed it in a way that the heater and some air might dry it out. But the dam was broken. I had "christened" my new omorashi-toy. And from then on I often just lay on it, sometimes at night and sometimes in broad daylight, and just pissed myself, letting the foam soak up everything my clothes would not contain. On one occasion I even had one of my girlfriends soak herself sitting on them. She had had a slight cystitis and needed to pee constantly. She was just tired of repeatedly standing up and going to the bathroom and asked me whether I would mind her just letting go where she was. Hell, of course I didn't mind. So she pissed her jeans for the whole afternoon just sitting there. And I can tell you that she liked it. ❤️
  11. I'm in some omorashi-frenzy at the moment. I haven't used my toilet at all for several days now and wet my bed for the eighth consecutive night. This morning I needed to take a picture. If you look closely you see the dried stain from last night when I did not want to hold it any longer and just let go into my pants. I fell asleep quite quickly after that. The fresh wetness is from this morning. I woke up, felt the dampness beneath me and just thought "fuck it, it's wet already, might just add some more" and pissed myself again. I will try to make a video (the last one didn't work, bad angle). I just love being wet with piss between my legs ❤️
  12. I love wetting my bed from time to time. When I'm in the mood I tend to go asleep with a towel between my legs, allowing myself mentally to just let go when I feel the need to. So far I've only had one single occasion when I woke up actually peeing. This was so fucking hot, that I came within 30 seconds. Apart from that I normally wet myself before falling asleep (which helps falling asleep actually), sometimes I wake up during the night with a big urge to go upon which I normally just let go and go back to sleep. And sometimes I wake up in the morning with a strong urge to go. Sometimes I give in and just wet myself and sometimes (mostly during the week) I get up quickly and piss myself on my way to the shower or in the shower. My bed is halfway protected by some soft topper, but not waterproof. I like the feeling of my bed actually getting a little wet. It adds to the naughtyness. And my towel-technique does the trick very good, however sometimes there is a little wet stain anyways. And I love it. 😄 For the past week I have actually wet myself in bed every night. ❤️
  13. Wonderful idea to start a thread like this. I've always loved pooping my pants as much as I love peeing in them. Let me tell you a story of one of my very early experiences. I started pissing my jeans way before any idea of sex or masturbation were part of my life. So wetting always was more something that just felt good, something I could do to give myself a good feeling. It had always been something to do with retreat, cozyness, being secluded and alone-time. I had a hard time hiding all of this from my parents, smuggling my once wet and by the time dried out clothes into the washing, before washing my clothes myself. At some point I got a new bedroom all to myself (I had been sharing a room with my siblings before). This room was in the attic and there was no bathroom. The nearest bathroom was one story below, through the whole appartment. So this came in handy as it was an excuse for me to sometimes prefer to just go into my jeans rather than walk through the cold, dark house to go pee. Back then I developed a good routine of pissing my pants at night, hiding the wet jeans behind my wardrobe to let them dry out and smuggle them into the basket with all the other clothes. One day I had sensously pissed into my jeans again, stood there in the darkness of my room and felt the urge to poop as well. And an inner struggle began. I've had the idea for quite a while to also try and poop into my pants - but I had never dared to so. What should I do with it? The bathroom was far away. But the urge became so strong and the idea so tempting, that my heart was racing like mad. I wanted to do this. Like some inner demon that commanded me to just push. Just push. Come on, do this. Be a naughty boy, push this huge big load of poop into your tight panties. Let's feel this. My mouth was totally dry and I was panting, but I was afraid of stains. So I undressed quickly, put on some dry clothes (panties and some new jeans) and put two paper tissues into the seat of my panties. I was so thrilled and excited by this time I hardly could place the tissue correctly. This was so forbidden, so not okay, so dirty. But I wanted to do this sooo badly. I wanted to feel it. I pulled my pants back up, felt the tissue agains the skin of my bum and the excitement even increased. This definitely felt orgasmic - in hindsight. In that moment I could not think of anything but the longing to push. And after another moment of considering I did it. I slowly lessened the grip on my muscles, let the poop push itself into the opening. I had to go so badly by this time, that my body began contracting and pushing all by itself - and that DID feel orgasmic. In waves of pleasure and accompanied with little spurts of pee I pushed a huge load into the seat of my barely protected panties. The sensation of it passing, of it hitting the fabric of my pants, tenting my panties out, of touching my skin, of sitting in my pants between my cheeks, of feeling warm and a little sticky, was pure bliss. I relished the moment, stood there in the darkness, with slightly spread legs, still letting little spurts of pee soak into the new pair of pants and jeans with this huge load of hard poop sitting at my ass, clinging to my skin... oh my god. I've never felt something so great in my whole life. This gave me waves of pleasure and it was pure dopamine. However after a while the shame kicked in. And I always had pee-shame these days. At first it felt so unbelivably good to do this, to piss myself - but then I always felt dirty, sick, even mentally ill. I thought with pure horror of what anyone would say or think about me if anyone knew. If anyone knew I was standing or sitting or kneeling in my bedroom, pissing myself like a baby. And now this. Now I had a huge, dry, round mass of poop in my panties as well. I had pooped myself. It felt great, yes, but what the hell? What the hell was wrong with me? In these moments I swore to myself I'd never NEVER ever do it again. the next problem was - how to get rid of what I had just done? I couldn't hide pooped pants behind my wardrobe. And I did something very stupid. I pulled my pants down and inspected the damage. I had miraculously saved my panties from any stain. Luckily my poops were rock solid and nearly totally dry. So all I had to do was roll everyhing up into the tissues that already lay in my panties and pull the panties back up. I hardly had to wipe every time I pooped, so I didn't bother. I just pulled my pants back up. It felt a little sticky but not bad. But the small bundle of mischief had to be dealt with. And after a moment I opened my windows and threw it into the garden. I left the pants on when I went to bed. I did pull up some other pants over these to contain the slight wetness in the front and fell asleep. The next day after I woke up it took a moment for me to remember what just had happened last night. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. One of the tissues was stuck in one of the trees, shining like a spotlight between the dark green needles. The other tissues with what was inside had fallen to the floor and had opened, spreading its contents all around the stairs into the garden. Oh! my! god! what had I been thinking?! My parents didn't say anything. In hindsight I suspect them being just overchallenged. However the remains had vanished during the day and some weeks later my father installed a small bathroom in the attic. And this opened the whole wide world of pants pooping to me since I could get rid of my deed much more easily. Some time later, probably many months (it's hard to tell so many years later) I was again in my room late at night, kneeling besides my bed with totally pissed jeans. I had been holding the whole day to do this, had anticipated the whole day, had waited for it to become dark outside, had waited for everyone in the house go to bed, waiting until I didn't hear anything anymore to finally be free to just stand there and let go. To let the piss flow into my jeans and soak them to my feet. Now I was kneeling, legs spread wide and had one of my first consciously remembered boners of my life in my totally piss-soaked pants. I remember panting in pleasure pressing every last drop of pee into my pants which was not easy with my really hard dick. I noticed that I could poop, too. It was not too bad and it certainly was not much. But since I was aroused already and felt like sparkling with excitement I decided to just do it. To just add this unbelievable sensation of naughtyness to my already pure bliss. And then I opened my backdoor, lessened the hold on my muscles and pushed again. A first small log of poop slowly filled the seat of my panties. It felt so great and there was a feeling I never had before. My dick was pulsing with pleasure and after a moment of enjoying the small mass between my cheeks I pushed again and a larger log spread my muscles wide. And this very moment something happened in my body. Something I had never felt before was going on. At first I was shocked, muscles contracted, the poop was pushed out unvoluntarily and filled my pants, feeling so absurdly great, but my dick was nearly exploding. I wondered whether I would be sick since I could not explain the contractions in my lower body - but it felt so fucking great and it didn't stop. To add to the feeling I pushed again and again waves of pleasure, of unexplainable muscle contractions shook my whole body. I panted and I unvoluntarily moaned since my dick ejected huge spurts into my pants. I was still pissing little spurts the whole time as soon as there was something in my bladder again, but this was different. It felt wet in another way. It felt so naughty I couldn't explain it anymore. I spread my leags even further without knowing why I did it, I bend my pelvis, pushed as hard as I could, pressed another few logs of hard poop into through my ass into my pants and felt my dick quivering and pulsing and ejecting liquid... I don't know how long this went on. Probably not even a minute - but it felt like an eternity. I did not immediately understand what just had happened. Later, while undressing my totally soaked and messed pants when I discovered the huge, white sticky mess in the front of my pants where my hard dick had been, I realised I just had my first consciously experienced orgasm. So, I'm a man who had his first orgasm while pooping his already piss-soaked pants. Maybe this contributes to my love for pooping myself. And I DO love pooping in my pants. But only when it's firm, hard and dry. When I can just throw the remains into the toilet and the pants look nearly as if nothing had happened. I HATE soft poops and I HATE the clean-up. Hard, dry poops in the seat of my panties however are pure PURE bliss. ❤️
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