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I'm not sure my opinion really count in this debate, as I'm not a native English speaker, but I love to hear the word 'piss' in English. Maybe because it's exactly the same in my own language, Norwegian. In fact, it's the same in very many European languages. We have all borrowed it from Latin, 'pissio'. It probably always was a very vulgar term, or maybe even childish, because originally it's just a word mimicking the sound... pssssss We also have a much older word, that excists side by side with 'piss' in many languages. This Indo-European root is super old, and you can sort of see the anchestry. The Germanic languages: migan, miga, migen, mige, miegen. In the Latin languages: meio, mear, mijar, etc. [Also 'micturate' stems from here]. Iranian: miz.

Almost home! "Did you have a good time last night?", asked Margaret as she came back into the living room. She had put on a white pair of comfy granny panties, and some really loose, light grey sweatpants on her lower half. The top half bein bare naked, except a towel that was wrapped around her freshly showered hair. Her two voluptous udders wiggled in synchrony as Margaret plumped her bossom down on the couch beside her friend. "If I did! I haven't socialised this much in ages", Christina answered with a big grin on her face. "I did know some of them, but even the ones I had never met before treated me like an old friend, so I felt like I was really included". "Countryfolks can do that to ya, you know.... But if you liked it, this is something we should try to arrage alittle more often", Margaret said. Christina nodded: "Definitely! Actually, Mag, if we can find another weekend where we're both free from work,I demand that we do something like this again. I don't think I have had such a good time atleast since our graduation party". "Even though that didn't end too well for you, did it?" Margaret said, and gave Christina an awkward stare. It was true. On the last party they had had together in their student flat, after their graduation, and before everyone moved eack to their own, Christina had inconveniently ended up overindulging alittle bit on the liquor. Very drunk, almost legless, Christina had been sitting on the couch on the living room of their crowded little student apartment when she had felt the very familiar urge to take yet another wizz. She had just been for one, and it had been quite the struggle just to get there, not to mention getting all her clothes off in time, and then putting her clothes back on again in her state of drunkness. It was a hassle! So since she had just been, she assumed the urge she felt now was just a few stubborn dribbles that hadn't come out earlier, and her drunken blurred mind had somehow gotten to the conclusion that these few dribbles could very well just be let out into the gusset of her pink thong. She even pushed alittle as she let go, a faint fart had been masked by the loud music, as a wet spot grew on her crotch and inner thighs and seeped into the fabric couch beneath her. It was alot more than she had anticipated, but too drunk to even realise that her plan hadn't worked, she just continued like nothing had happened with a dinner plate-sized patch on her her jeans, until she had passed out (luckily) on her own bed later in the night. Fully clothed. This was what Margaret were refering to. But what made Christina secretly cringe even more, was a part that Margaret didn't even know about. The morning after Christina had awoken laying flat on her stomach. Bedsheets cold, damp and smelling of piss from her boobs to her ancles. Resting on her still jeans clad firm ass, and slightly smeared down her thighs and up her crack, were a rather large mass of freshly passed, still luke warm, soft, runny, hungover morning poop. She rubbed some sleep out of her eyes, then exhaled with a heavy sigh, and she just let her morning piss trickle out of her at a natural pace, rewetting and rewarming her clothes as well as her bed, until it tickled the skin below her belly button.... Everything was washed twice, but the cute pink thong had had to be trashed anyway. "No", Christina blushed, remembering all of that. "But you remember what Todd used to say! It's not a good party unless atleast a couple of people has either puked, pissed or shit on themselves". And both girls erupted in laughter. "That is definitely true in our circles", Margaret joked. "And you fit right in as well", Christina joked back. Their conversation turned in a different, mundane direction. Mainly boring gossip, or discussing different clothes and makeup articles, wich was irrelevant for the sake of this story. Alittle later Margaret suggested that they turn on a movie on the TV, and they did so. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I think it's time for me to start heading down to the station now, my train is leaving in half an hour", Christina said as she stretched out her arms and yawned. "Yep, I'll follow you down there", Margaret replied, "Just a sec", she said while looking around for the remote control to turn off the TV. "Alittle fresh air could be good, I almost fell asleep during the end of the movie there". "I'll just nip to the loo first". Christina disappeared into the bathroom. She turned on the tap before she sat on the toilet. Not because she was shy or anything, but alittle bit of extra privacy didn't hurt either. She pulled down her thights, spun around and sat down on the toilet. A weak and yellow stream made a clear trikling sound when it hit the water in the bowl. It lasted only a few seconds before it gradually died down, and everything became quiet again, except for the running tap. She just continued to sit there motionless, thinking about nothing and trying to concentrate. "Mmhmmm.................. Aaah". Christina had always as long as she could remember not only had a a small bladder, but also a very active bowels, wich meant she usually had to take a dump three times every day. For some reason she had been abit backed up this weekend, and she hadn't pooped since yesterday morning. The last time she had skipped this many poops it had ended in disaster. Maybe 8 months earlier, but she still remembered how that huge warm log had just flipped aside her thong and pushed down the leg of her tight blue jeans as she rode the elevator up to her apartment. She didn't want to risk that happening on her train ride home, so she bore down. "Hhhmmm". A squeeky fart came out, and a few droplets of pee. "Aaah". But nothing seemed to budge inside her stomack. One last try. "Mmmhhgrmm..................Grrrgh....... Aaaah! Fuck it". She sat there and panted for a while, before she wiggled her butt over the seat to drip drip dry, then pulled her clothes back on without wiping, and walked over to wash her hands. Back in the hallway Margaret had put on her jacket and was ready to leave. Christina also put on her jacket, fetched her backpack, swung it over her shoulders and fastened the chest strap. The two girls stepped out into the nice but chilly weather, and they started walking down the sidewalk towards the train station, and as they walked they were talking about this and that, loose and solid, and nothing in particular. The sound of feet walking on gravel, then asphalt, the breezing sound of leafs rustling in the wind, and distant bird song could be heard whenever there was a pause in the chatting. They didn't walk particularily fast, but the distance was short, so they made it to the station with several minutes to spare. Not wanting to be disturbed by the other passangers waiting, Christina and Margaret stopped maybe 20 meters from the platform. As soon as they stopped walking Margaret let rip an enourmeous fart. "God, I think I'm going to have the worst hungover shit when I get back, walking has just stimulated my bowels". Two smaller farts could also faintly be hear. "It feels like it's going to be a messy one!" "I know the feeling", Christina replied. "Alcohol sometimes does that, but I'm having the opposite problem, I'm backed up since yesterday!" "I don't get what you eat girl, to shit so much", Margaret said teasingly. "Didn't you already know that I was full of shit?", Christina coutered with a smirk on her face. Both girls giggled for a bit. "So... How long's it been since you've last been then?" "I haven't gone since Friday, when ya know, I didn't quite make it", Margaret said before let out a barely audible and airy fart. "God, that was a warm one." "I bet it was, sure smells like it". Christina waved her face to proove her point, and kind of mock her friend. "Well, I hope you make it. That is always the most devastating feeling ever. Having an accident two times in a row." "Yeah", Margaret agreed, "I guess. But actually, I have shit myself so many times before, but I don't think I have ever shit myself two times in a row, honestly". A short pause. "Wait.... Have you?" Margaret looked over at Christina. "You have, haven't you?" Christina just shrugged her shoulders, "So... eh...", she pretended like she was about to change the subject, but then just gave in anyway. She had no embarrassment around a good friend like Margaret. "Yes, not often, but it has totally happened a couple of times. Always drunk though. Like I'll been hammered, and then shit myself at a party. Then I wake up the next morning, having shit myself again in bed". There was no time for a reaction on the confession that had just been made though, because as they were speaking, they could hear the locomotive dundering down the tracks. "Well, here's my train. Thank you for a wonderful weekend, and we'll stay in contact!" Christina said, as the train pulled into the station and came to a halt at the platform. "Likewise, I had a great time, and we must see again soon." The two girls hugged quickly, before Christina speed-walked the last few meters ahead to the platform, and borded the train. Margaret remained on the spot for a few moments. She let out a couple of silent farts while debating whether should use a public toilet, or just go home. She didn't deem it that urgent, so she chose the second option, and started on her walk home. The 2 hour train ride back to the city went rather uneventful. Christina had gotten up to use the toilet on the train twice during the ride, but only for two small pees. An effect of being constipated, it felt like her full intestines were pressing on her already peanut sized bladder, making her have to go even more often than normal. The other need she hadn't even felt an urge for during most of the ride, but about a quarter before they were due to arrive, there was some movement, and she started to sense a slight pressure in the rectum. By the time the train stopped by the platform, she also felt that she could probably need another piss sometime soon, but tired from the journey it was put to the back of her head. Out on the platfom Christina concidered using the train station's bathroom, but she knew from experience that these toilets were usually very filthy, and she was pretty confident that she could hold it for the rather short distance home, so Christina walked straight pass the train station toilets and out into the cold but sunny autumn weather. She found the closest bus stop, she was lucky the line that went through the train station also stopped right infront of her apartment building. At the bus stop Christina fished her phone up from her pocket, to check when the next bus on this line was due. It was Sunday, which meant the buses run alittle less frequent than on weekdays, and she was abit worried when she saw that it would be a 15 minute wait. She felt a twinge in her bladder, and subconciously crossed her legs. Would she have time to run back to the train station, do her business and then come back before the bus arrived? Probably not. Atleast not to poop, but maybe if she pissed alittle she would be able to hold her poop until she got home. She really didn't like the idea of the train station toilets though, so in lack of a better option she tried to hold on for a while longer. There was a cold chill in the air this Sunday afternoon, and very few people were out and about, so there was little traffic to speak of. Christina was still waiting for the bus when she felt the next wave of urgency come over her. She pressed two fingers into her pussy and crossed her legs. Looking around herself, she saw almost no one. The traffic was low, a few scattered pedestrians at the other side of the road, and behind the bus stop it was just an open patch with pretty tall grass and some small bushes. Christina uncrossed her legs. While still holding her pussy tight, she relaxed her asshole for abit. "Ffffff!". Hot air gushed out and warmed up the space between her cheeks before it slowly seeped through the fabric. That eased the peassure alittle bit, but she knew it was only a question of time. Having to hold it both ways was only going to make it impossible for her to hold her poop until she came home. She had to do something! Without hesitation Christina walked over to the open area with tall grass right beside the bus stop. She squatted down, almost sitting on her heels, pretending to just relax while reading her phone. With a backpack on her back and the phone in one hand, she used her free hand to inch her running tights just below her buttocks, that was just enough to make her pussy come free of the top of her pants. Her now bare bumcheeks tickled by straws of grass, she let go a trickling stream of piss into the ground below. It was a rather short pee. Towards the end her bumhole started to open up, but she quickly clenched it shut, stopping anything before it had a chance to come out. In one motion she stood up and pulled up her pants, right in time to see the bus coming down the street. Having had her pee probably helped, because the bus ride home was rather uneventful, except two silent but stinky farts towards the end, which she hoped and thought no one could pinpoint to her. Other than that, she had little problem holding it while sitting down, the problem arose when walking the short disctance from the bus stop to her apartment building. Quite naturally, walking always seemed to stimulate her bowels. Also, there was no bus seat or train seat aiding her tired muscles in holding back the large mass inside her, everything was down to her exhausted muscles now. Christina reached the front door of her building right as her ring started to give in. This wasn't a new experience for Christina. She had loaded her underwear when trying to make it home after work on multiple occasions. Twice it had happened when she returned from shopping. The difference this time was only that she hadn't been for a while, so it was going to be a particularily huge one. Her asshole started crowning as she locked herself into the entrance hall. The solid lump in her rectum were slowly sliding out as she walked over to the elevator. In the elevator Christina stood with her legs tightly crossed, and that helped her stop her turd from protruding any further. Most of it was still inside, but the emerging tip was already touching cloth in her underwear. That support disappeared again, when she reached her floor and she had to uncross her legs to walk over to her apartment. The shit slowly sliding out step by step. A substantial mushroom-head had formed in the back of her pants when Christina unlocked the door to her apartment. She swung inside, and the first log broke off. Her asshole didn't even attempt to close before a second load started. She took one step towards the bathroom before seeing that this was futile. Christina leaned on the wall and just gave up. Two, three, four logs finished snaking out and nestled up back there. A big sigh, followed by a curious hand reaching behind and feeling up the size of the bulge. This had to be one of the biggest dumps she had ever taken in her pants, but Christina laughed silently at herself when she had to add, atleast while sober. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Margaret was walking back to her house after following Christina to the train station. About half way home she regretted not jumping on the bus instead of walking back. Her house was only 2 bus stops from the station, and she really could need the exercise, it was just that the walking seemed to have stimulated her bowels. The time had come for the poop she had felt brewing all day, and she actually had to clench her buttcheeks to hold back against the pressure in the rectum. She turned up the road where she lived and stopped dead in her tracks. "Pprrrtt... prrtt. rrffft". A few squeeky and foul smelling farts shot out despite her hole being clenched shut full force. After a few seconds the wave subdued, and the air that had escaped actually made the urge marginally better. With renewed confidence that this was going to end as just another close call, Margaret continued to walk the few hundred meters left, she even smiled and said hi to a neighbour that was out raking leafs in the garden. When she turned into her driveway, she felt safe. "Thank God", she said out loud as she stepped up on her front porch, "I made it". There was only one problem. She had left it alittle too late. Again. As Margaret purged in through her front door, her tired muscles started to give in to the pressure. Two steps infront of the bathroom door the wettest of all farts hissed out through her clenched tired asshole, "fffffprtfff", and from the hotness to judge it was not only air that seeped through either. A few table spoons worth of warm runny mud had slipped out alot with the hot pungent gas, and gathered between Margaret's asshole and her light pink granny panties as her sneakers that she had no time to take off swung themself into the only room in her apartment wich had tiled floors. With that airpocket gone, it was now the main and slightly firmer chunk of Margaret's sloppy hungover poop that was resting against her ring. The muscles of her pelvic floor was too tired out and too exhausted to even anwer the brain's last desperate call for defence, just the smallest of a twinge in her intestines as she flipped the toilet lid up, and spun her butt around, was enough to push her asshole wide open. A really soft but still somewhat solid glob of hot reeking shit pressed through and sagged like a tennisball in the back of her light grey sweatpants. Margaret got a grab with her thumbs inside the waistband, she pulled her pants and panties down in one go, and sat her dirty bum down. The floodgates were relieved, a strong torrent of piss erupted into the bowl, and from the back chunkier bits and runnier spurts continued to spray and splash. Margaret picked up her phone from a pocket in her sweater. While her body was still doing its business, she gently spread her legs as wide apart as her sweatpants allowed her to, and then she snapped a photo of the messy brown hammock that was now stretched out between her knees. This was a moment she had to share with the others in the group chat. ---------------------------------------------- THE END! ----- THANK YOU FOR READING! ----------------------------------------------------------

Something I've wondered abit. How common do you think it is for people who works at for example a dry cleaner's, or something similar, to see the aftermaths of accidents?

I don't have a clue, but if you mean any type of film, I will assume it was much earlier. Atleast by 1910, as someone stated above. There seem to excist quite alot of 'amateur footage' from around the early 1900s, or even 1890s. Maybe we'll never know, but I imagine the first ever wetting recorded would be laying there undiscovered and hidden in something like this:

But does it really excist such a place anywhere? I have been trying to look for a community like that, but I haven't found it.

@Noot did you make it?

There are some great content creators, like Wet Brianna for example, who make amazing and real public wetting videos. Does anyone know if anyone has made videos like that, but with messing?

I think I might be classified as nerdy too, but not at all in the sense that is suggested here. I pretty much hate sci-fi, comic books and super heros.

And omo is probably a pretty mild thing to start with, if say the 'creator' isn't into it themselves, they just want try something new, experiment alittle, or if they are only doing it for the money. Peeing is pretty easy and harmless, even from a mainstream perspective. In many ways omo porn might actually be more softcore than regular porn.

I'm Norwegian, wich is basically the same language. Yes, it is about how we are exploiting our planet's resources. We use animals, trees and so on without thinking about the consequences. Our planet might run out of resources. The last part is playing on a common idiomatic expression for doing something futile, or counterproductive. To pee your pants to keep warm.

I would say probably 2-3 times a day is normal for me.

@DesperateJill Just wondering. Is there a reason you don't quote the posts you are replying to? You know you can quote posts, right? I guess it's nothing wrong in doing it like you do, but it would definitely be alot easier and tidier to read if you used the quote function. Especially for longer texts, with multiple replies, like these turned out to be, the quotes and the replies have a tendency to totally blend together.

No, not really. If I already have to go, I have no effect of it at all. But if I'm struggling to get started, then the sound of running water can be relaxing / distracting enough to make it easier to let go.

I'm not a native English speaker, just so that is clear, but I do think I know enough English to answer this question. I love the expessions where the word piss is used. I have to piss, I'm pissing and I pissed myself. To me, the word piss is a very descriptive word, with a sort of naughty wibe to it. It's also the most vulgar word for it, but it still hasn't completely lost its meaning, like for example shit and fuck has in English. Maybe it's also helped by the fact that the word is the same in my own native language (Norwegian).

After reading the context, I think your point is right though. USA was the land of the free. The land of oportunities and wealth. Maybe more important were the freedom of religion, and separation of State and Church. Many sects and religious groups fled from Europe to the USA, to be able to live their lifes and practice their faith. Quite paradoxically, this has lead to the USA being alot more religious today. In your world, freedom became linked to the freedom to practicing your religion. Meanwhile, here on the old continent, religion have always been linked to autorities, control and hierarky, so therefore our idea of freedom became more like freedom from religion.