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AliasnameTO

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AliasnameTO last won the day on January 23 2017

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    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Biting
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    Gender bender
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    Public humiliation
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  1. I did actually come upon that technique years ago without necessarily calling it that. It worked okay, but I think I was still holding back a little. When I combined it with a stronger intent to actually let it out, it did help a lot. I might try it again next time.
  2. Just sharing my experiences of getting more into wetting despite having a urinary tract with the discipline and endurance of a sled dog. It used to be that wetting myself was virtually impossible, and I could only let out tiny trickles despite holding a lot and trying as hard as I could. There was the odd instance or two where I was able to hold almost to my true limit and got some good streams, but from normal urges it has been quite the challenge. Lately, however, I've had more chances to practice. My old problem was usually that I planned to do controlled amounts. Thinking something like "go for a second or two and then stop." The result was a fraction of that. Now, when I get the urge, I try to focus on just keeping things wide open. Whatever comes, comes. I like it better this way anyway, because I took away the possibility of overdoing it. Making a huge mess is the goal. And if I go just enough to make a nice spurt, that's okay too lol. I think I'm making progress with my subconscious this way. I had done a second little wetting in my black jeans from my last post, and changed into pajama pants for the evening. But I didn't nearly empty myself, so when I was doing some dishes, I got another push. I promised myself the only way I would resist at all would be keeping my legs together, otherwise trying to stay fully relaxed. This time, I actually kept going for a little while! The way I somewhat tried to stop it and didn't know how much I would go made it feel like a real accident. It was delightful. Hopefully my progress with "selective de-training" continues. Anyone else want to share their experiences with a similar habit?
  3. As a guy, my favorite part is the unique feeling I get when trying to wet on purpose and the pee is *riiiight* at the edge of coming out. It gives me goosebumps and lets me get excited when reminding myself it's ok to go. A strong second favorite would be having a wet spot fresh enough to still be warm. Touching it from the outside and getting the faint smell is just delightful.
  4. Super cute I love their choice of outfits and existing habit of joining each other in the bathroom. It sounds like both of them are in for a bit of character development though lol.
  5. They're not taboo, just a little awkward. The thing is, they are not suggestions. Sometimes it's speak up or suffer worse consequences. Or at the very least, be caught quietly desperate and that's also potentially weird. You're likely to find all manner of non-omo reactions though. A good friend or even a considerate acquaintance would just treat it like a problem to be solved. If it makes someone uncomfortable, well, surely they'd understand if they have ever needed help with a similar situation before.
  6. It is a damn shame that people's wetness can't be felt or smelled through pictures. 😛

  7. Bi guy here, I like male and female omo stuff each for its own reason for the most part. It comes down to subverting traditional gender expectations. Whereas one might expect ladies to be socially composed and have an aversion to "gross" stuff, it's exciting to me to see someone not afraid to pee in front of others or not minding/maybe even liking being wet. Women's desperation is definitely cute but I think I've shifted into liking deliberate wetting for them better. For guys, on the other hand, they'd be expected to be strong and in control, so it's more titillating to see one struggling and failing to handle his bodily urges. It somewhat goes against the point I'm making to say I'm not into muscular guys but soft cute boys suffering desperation and accidental wetting is delicious. But in both cases the opposite scenarios still have plenty of potential. I'm easy to please.
  8. That name is just too adorable almost makes me want to write a period piece about a real girl with that as her nickname from back in the day hehe.
  9. It would be better if she had come up with the idea on her own rather than if her mom made her do it, but the way you have it is plenty realistic enough. At least she kept the habit into her adult years.
  10. Wetting briefs is fun. Also because there's so little fabric there it's easy to just let them stay wet and keep wearing them. 😄

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  11. Makes me think of the stories on here that explore the "government regulation" theme hehe. Authors, go!!
  12. Slightly to the contrary? Women are the ones who go in groups lol. Some guys are totally open about what they're doing but I'm still pretty shy about it. Letting others know you have to go strikes me more as an admission of weakness, like you are confessing that you don't have absolute control. *As ridiculous and unrealistic as that is lol, call it the effects of toxic masculinity on my thinking. But yeah not impolite or unbecoming at all for any gender to excuse oneself. Responding specifically to the original post, I think there's a difference also between "toilet humor" and simply acknowledging that you need to handle your business.
  13. I want to get better at wetting myself, so I just stood in the shower to pee my boxer-briefs. It was a little start-and-stop but I ended up letting it all out. Even held myself some to make a good spread. Stripped down to rinse afterwards, but put the pissy underwear back on so I could be wet for the rest of the day. Love how they feel and smell! 🥰

    EDIT: Just kidding about having let it all out apparently, just did some dishes a few minutes later and let out more. Just going as much as I could without a care was amazing. Made a small cute puddle on the floor and didn't even mind cleaning it up.

  14. 5. Morning Never could Reese recall dreading going to school this much. It was rare for him to use the bathroom there anyway, but having the option denied to him nearly made him desperate on its own before he left the house. Before he stepped in the shower the next morning with his bladder heavy from nighttime, the realization struck him that he would probably not be able to pee in there. Unless… …Unless he took the ability to leak on purpose to its logical extreme. He was still wearing pajama pants and his boxers from the day before underneath. But apparently he was allowed to wet himself freely under the rules of his hypnosis. Better than offending Tori by waking her up early, and risking her saying no which meant he’d have an accident anyway. Shirtless but fully clothed from the waist down, he stepped into the shower. When he started to let go… nothing happened. He stared down at his toes poking out from the hems of his pajama pants and pursed his lips. His bladder flexed in his abdomen, but everything he saw stayed stubbornly dry. It had not occurred to him that while it was possible to leak on command when he really had to go, it might still be difficult to fully wet himself on purpose after a lifetime of being toilet-trained. If this took too long he risked missing the bus. The alternative being that he would have to give up and go to school still full. It was not like he had never wet himself there before, even recently. In comparison though, his other wettings were true accidents. Seeing it as a certainty gave him more of a sense of a prisoner waiting on death row, knowing his final moment was planned. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, imagining the pee gushing out of him like it had yesterday. His bladder stirred a little, letting its contents advance until a tiny trickle ran out. At this rate it was going to take forever. A knock on the bathroom door made him jump. He stepped out of the shower to avoid suspicion before giving a tentative “Yeah?” “It’s me,” Tori said, her thick vocal fry suggesting she had just woken up, “Wanted to check on you and see if you had to go.” He chuckled at his astounding good luck, but was still unable to bring himself to say yes. So close and yet so far. Blessedly, she understood the silence. “Go ahead,” she muttered. “Thanks.” He had never felt so childish as when needing his younger sister to intuit when he had to pee and give him permission. Still, he tore down his waistband and released into the toilet, the stream bubbling loudly enough to be heard through the door. Tori said over the noise, “This is still the weirdest thing I’ve ever done, but you’re welcome. I’m going back to bed now.” As his stream died down, his heart continued bursting with affection for her. She still had no idea what was going on and in no way was compelled to do that, but took it upon herself to look after him. Now freshly relieved and showering on schedule, the only thing on his mind was how he would ever show his gratitude. Hopefully his sister’s good deed would get him through the day, however. He would have to be careful about his liquid intake lest that morning pee had just delayed the inevitable. He sat by himself on the bus until his best friend Kyle got on. “What’s up, brah?” Kyle said. He may have talked like a skateboard punk, and dressed like one, and occasionally acted out, but he had always stuck by Reese’s side. Reese recalled one time shortly before his wet locker room chat with Mr. Ben that the two of them were riding the bus together then too. Kyle recounted, entirely unprompted, a story about playing in a tee-ball game. “I had been holding it for like, however many innings,” he had begun, “Until one of the parents saw how I was dancing around in the outfield. They told me to come out and go to the bathroom, and I almost got there before I was like ‘Uh-ohhh…psshhhh!’” Reese just laughed, in a commiserating rather than teasing way. He could not summon up the courage to recount any of his own stories. He only revealed, “Yeah I’ve never played baseball but that’s happened to me a few times for other reasons.” Kyle had told him that embarrassing, intricately-detailed story out of the blue. He was probably vaguely aware of Reese’s pee troubles, but Reese had never given specifics or been unlucky enough to have them get to his friend through gossip. Now that they were seniors, Kyle definitely deserved to know. It hurt Reese’s heart to grasp that he still did not have the guts to share such a vulnerability about himself, even to his best friend who had gone through a similar experience. There was even a good chance Reese would wet around him before this curse was lifted, and telling him of previous accidents ahead of time would dull the shock of it. But in the moment, even as guilt weighed on him, he was willing to take his chances by saying nothing.
  15. I finally put up a real profile pic! Someone be proud of me 😛

    1. soakingboy

      I am proud of you! Well done!

       

      Too scared to do the same though - with a face like mine, probably better to keep it hidden 🙂 

    2. AliasnameTO

      It's less about if you're hot or ugly than letting people who already love you also love how you look. If you want to, give it a try. I'll upvote it. 😄

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