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  1. So, as the question asks, did anyone else here wear diapers past the age most kids are potty trained? Ergo between 18 months and 3 years of age? I know I did. I wore them until a little past the end of second grade, so about the time I turned eight, since my mom couldn´t find anymore that would fit me. If you can, share any memories you can. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush.As this was going on, even though it barely lasted a minute, to five year old me it felt like hours. As I pooped, I kept thinking "Please don't notice my poo poo." I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather.
  2. Brittanybunny

    Favorite thing from childhood?

    Anyone have something that trended during the time they were born and got your hands on it? I have my little plush kitty from my childhood, it was a brand called kitty kitty kittens and now they spiked in popularity and rarity and ive been collecting them ever since a few months ago. anyone else collect cool stuff from their childhood or just in general?
  3. This is my first time posting on this site. I've been a lurker up until now. I decided to chronicle some of my experiences from when I was younger. Now, in my middle school days, I started doing things such as drinking lots of water, and holding it until I was too desperate to take it any more. It was my “Omorashi Renaissance.” Normally I didn’t hold it to the point of pain, but one time I had to go so bad it hurt after waking up, but didn’t go right away. My increasing experiences in holding had made me more comfortable with the urges to pee. Quite literally I was training my bladder to hold more. I laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of how full my bladder was, and pressed down on it, making me leak past my closed sphincter for the first time in memory. I laid on my front, and held myself, waiting a while longer to pee, then went to the bathroom after almost reaching a 10/10. Now that I've recalled the dull, uninteresting parts during my transition into adolescence, let me give you my two most memorable experiences from my childhood. ---------- For my first experience, I was... classes in 4th grade were out in portable classrooms, and at the time I was taking a medication that made me thirstier… so naturally I had to pee more often. This meant going all the way back to the main building, to the bathrooms, which were in the middle of the school. We also had some punch card or something for bathroom breaks, and if we didn’t use it all up by the end of the term, we would get a reward. Ordinarily, I didn't have to go during class, except for during lunch and the usual breaks. Well, one day, I didn't to go to the bathroom during lunch. By the time I sat down, I realized my mistake, but it was too late now. I was at a 5/10. Over the next hour, it got worse and worse, until finally, during a story time, I was at an 8/10. I’d never had to go this bad before. I was squirming like mad in my chair and holding myself, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and brought the punch card to the teacher in the middle of the classroom, which had all of the desks surrounding it in a circle around the outside of the classroom. I was holding myself and dancing, and everybody and their mother could see I was desperate. Thankfully, the teacher took one look at me, and took the card without question, so I was able to leave and go to the main building. By the time I was down the stairs and on the grounds, my desperation had decreased to a 5/10 for no apparent reason. I obviously hadn’t wet myself because my pants (and upon further inspection, my underwear) were still perfectly dry. It’s as if my bladder was trolling me for not going during lunch by making me get up and stand in the middle of an entire class of onlookers to ask to go. Naturally I made it to the bathroom without an issue, but it was rather embarrassing. ---------- When I was 10, I had a friend, a couple years younger than me, who would come and stay with me for the afternoon once a week, while they waited for their parents to get off work. I lived within walking distance of the school, but my friend lived in an adjacent town. One or two days he was at my house, he would go to the bathroom, then 30 minutes later he would go again. Meanwhile, I would come home from school, desperate, because for whatever reason I hadn’t gone all day. I had this stubborn streak of waiting to go until I was dancing around and holding myself, much to my parent’s annoyance. It could be while using the computer, watching TV, anything. I would wait until I was at an 8/10 before I would go pee. This was no different when he was around. I suppose I considered it a matter of personal pride that I wasn’t going every half hour, so I held my pee the entire time he was there, which could have been hours. My parents once made me go to the bathroom when they saw me holding myself and dancing while he was there, telling me it wasn’t good to hold it that long. Well, finally, his mother got another sort of arrangement so that he wouldn’t have to stay at my house. But he was a friend, and we often played Twisted Metal 2 on my Playstation 1 together (God I miss that game), so I was going to miss him. But that still didn’t keep my pride from making me hold my pee for the two hours he was there. I already had to go quite a bit since we got home, I was maybe a 5/10. The minutes ticked by, and just half an hour into it, I was squirming while trying to blow up the AI with my character in Twisted Metal 2. I was starting to get desperate to go, but still I kept holding, and kept silent about it. As the time dragged on for what seemed like hours, my need to pee grew worse… 6/10. I started grabbing myself to make it easier to stave off the urge. 7/10. I missed a shot and fell off Antarctica because I was getting impossibly distracted by how desperate I was. Just over one hour in, I was at an 8/10, and was just about as desperate to pee as I had ever been. But I was determined to hold it until his parents came. My left hand was permanently glued to the front of my pants, and I could not stop squirming as I sat on the floor next to my friend in front of the TV, who appeared to take no interest in my plight. As my urges peaked, my sphincter kept threatening to release by itself. The next hour was driving me mad. The urge was so strong I thought I might burst. I could feel it in my teeth, I imagined I was that character, Johnny or whatever his name was, in Ed, Edd, and Eddy where his pupils started floating upwards as pee filled his eyeballs. I had no idea how I was managing to keep it in, I was so desperate. I kept feeling my sphincter loosen it’s grip when another wave of desperation came, and I held myself for dear life. I was going to wet myself if he didn’t leave soon, I thought. I was perfectly capable of getting up, walking into the bathroom, and going, but I just would not do it. I didn't want to go. I would not succumb. Then, just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I started to feel a new sensation in the middle of my pelvis. Pain. It was starting to hurt. I started to panic in my head. Is this what my parents meant when they said it wasn’t good to keep holding it? Was I hurting myself? But my pride still somehow kept me from going, until finally, a few minutes later, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. I was in mild to moderate pain now, and was still holding myself for dear life. I ushered my friend out of our house a little more forcefully than was polite, dancing around with my hand in my pants the entire time, as I had to go NOW. Never before had I been this desperate to pee. When the front door closed, I speed-walked straight for the bathroom, tore my pants down, and took the most satisfying piss I had ever taken up to then. I was... um, 'drained' after that, and I realized that I had just held it that long without wetting myself. I had held it rather long before. My childhood was filled with times where I was sitting at the computer, desperate to pee, but not willing to get up because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, until finally I couldn't take it any more. But this memory has stuck in my mind more than anything. Because this is the day that I had discovered the thrill of holding it... I liked that feeling! This was the day I discovered Omorashi.
  4. diokno44x

    Sandbox Wetting

    Been awhile eh? This little memory came flooding back to me (pun not attended), when I was walking from the store a few days ago, and the route I took this time happened to take me pass a local park+playground next to my neighborhood. Even though the sky was overcast, quite a few families were here. Anyway, as I glanced at the sandbox I used to play in, on my way home, my mind flashed back to a wetting incident back during preschool. This was in the spring, and the day was fairly warm, as it usually is in Cali. Anyway, due to the weather, and due to a fair few of my long legged pants were in the wash (twice due to, ah, incidents involving me and underwear), I was garbed in shorts, My current attire at this time was a loose lime green T-shirt, a pair of charcoal grey cargo shorts, and some green and white sneakers. Now, this was one of my diaper/Pull-Upless days, for two reasons. 1. It was Potty Test Day, and 2. I had used my last one, and gotten changed out of it, shortly after arriving in the YMCA lobby bathroom. Anyway, I was playing in the sandbox in the outdoor area of the YMCA. It wasn't as. well, furnished as the playground I would use in, say, that park I was talking about up top, or the playground I would use every recess in kindergarten and first grade at Saint John Vianney, but five year old me didn't mind, it was simple, but fun. Anyway, as I was building whatever came to mind with the sand, I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder, but tried to put it off. Eventually, as time wore on, my need to pee slowly, but surely increased, but I tried to keep from squirming too much. Now, you may wonder why I didn't run off and use the bathroom, well, a few reasons. 1. Like most kids, I was too busy playing. 2. The nearest bathroom was relatively far away, and as I was close to bursting, I didn't think I'd make it. and 3. I was uncomfortable with public bathrooms, as I've said before, at least without my mother being there with me. Plus, someone had gone in only a moment earlier, and I wasn't comfortable with using the bathroom if I knew someone that wasn't a family member was in the vicinity of me. Eventually, the pressure grew too much. Quickly making sure no one, classmate or caretaker could see me, I spread my legs a bit, as I would often do when wetting my diaper and if I was sitting. Slowly, a warm trickle of pee began forming, and began to dampen the sand beneath me. I had to turn my full sit into a bit of a squat, so I didn't get wet sand on my shorts. My pee trickled out, until it came to an end. A decently sized, about te size of my fist now, wet patch was on my shorts. Thankfully, it wasn't too noticeable from the color of my shorts. That done, I moved to a different part of the sandbox to play in
  5. I often reflect that a lot of us seem to have omo interest origins dating back to childhood or teen years. I was 4-years-old. I wet my pjs one morning when my sister and I were locked in our room. We had those door handle protectors that prevented kids from getting in/out and for whatever reason Mom wasn't there or heard me, don't remember. Later, I was watching TV and saw a woman in a kidnapping predicament on a train and for whatever reason, I thought she had to pee. And the thought made my little boyhood get hard. It irritated me so I tried pressing it back down. I started doing it whenever I thought of girls, women, or boys having to pee in desperation. I would often imagine cartoon characters and TV / movie characters, until I started school when I added crushes. One of the oddest was a fantasy I had for a week. I imagined the youngest girl from Barney had to pee so bad her bladder swelled into a giant penis with balls the size of beach balls. She was crying for help but ended up peeing so much she drowned Barney and the other kids. The military got involved in trying to get her to stop. In school and home (my sister), I was also blessed with seeing a lot of accidents and dozens and dozens of desperation moments. Around 3rd grade or so, I dropped off boys and older women and focused on wetting for girls my age.
  6. diokno44x

    So Close, Yet So Far 2

    Alright, so this happened back in preschool, all the way back in the school year of 2003. This wasn't at the YMCA, but at one of the preschools I had a trial day at. My mom would take me to local preschools, and have me try it out for a day. This place had a stringent anti-diaper policy, which my mom and I found out when the teacher, who was a brunette, and that's really all I can remember of her, told us, and as they had class bathroom breaks every hour, and would check for accidents before sending each student, one by one, into the bathroom (which I did, and still find odd as the bathroom had multiple stalls. Then again, it could be cause some people, especially kids at that age, may be uncomfortable with "going" when someone else is around). So, knowing this, I feigned having to use the bathroom. I squeezed my little legs together, doing a potty dance, and tugged on my mother's pant leg. "Mommy, I gotta potty." I said. My mother caught on, and took me to the nearest bathroom. There, she helped me remove my diaper. As she did so, she asked me, "Do you think you can go a whole day without your diaper Chris?" this was the first time, if memory serves, I had been diaperless, aside from when I was using the toilet (which more often than not, amounted to just the home toilet or a training potty I had under the bed)l and when I was being bathed. I nodded, a bit hesitant, as while I was potty trained, my body was conditioned to use my diaper normally whenever I was outside the house, or at least in a public bathroom when my mom wasn't around. Anyway, just in case, she stashed my diaper in this Spongebob backpack I had. She kissed and hugged me, and sent me off. Cut to roughly an hour later. A class bathroom break had called, we had lined up, and I REALLY needed to pee. It wasn't that bad, at first, just a quick hold of my crotch to try and stem the oncoming flow, About halfway down the line, there were roughly twenty kids in the trial day, I was having to let out small droplets, and the occasional spurt. By the time I was let in, I was threatening to burst. Not comfortable with using the toilet, knowing I wouldn't be able to make it to the toilet fully in time, I simply sat on toilet, and let go. An intense feeling of relief flooded me, as much as urine began flooding my sweatpants. As I got up, my, thankfully dark blue, now a tinge darker, pants clinging to me. Removing my damp pants, I brought them up to one of those hand dryer things, and used those to quicken the dryness, visual wise, of my pants. I put them back on, washed my hands, and left the bathroom.
  7. diokno44x

    Car Wetting 3

    Well, time for the third installment in this little trilogy of the times I peed my pants in the car. So this occurred in 2nd grade, I must have just come from school, as I was still dressed in the uniform khakis, and the white polo if memory serves. I also wore a pair of these Spider-Man Pull-Ups, as it was around late 1st grade to early 2nd grade that Pull-Ups fit me better than the usual diapers. We were driving out of the neighborhood that Saint John Vianney resided in, and heading into the area with all the shops and the public library, that I felt the need to pee. Thinking nothing of it, I simply did as usual when I had to pee and I was sitting. I spread my legs, and let it flow. Unfortunately, I underestimated how much I had to pee. I soon felt my Pull-Up dampen, as usual, but I soon felt my khakis dampen, and then the seat. I would have stopped my flow, but realizing it was too late, simply let go. Once I finished up, I looked at my mom, who was in the seat in front of me. "Mommy, my Pull-Up leaked." I told her. She comforted me, and stopped the car. Opening up my door, she helped me get all non wet clothes off, tossing my soaked Pull-Up into a nearby trash can. This left me in just the polo, and my shoes. She had me sit on a plastic mat, just in case, while we continued the drive to get some spare Pull-Ups at the local CVS.
  8. Before I recount this incident, happy New Year, and welcome to 2019! So, this occured YEARS ago, back when I was in kindergarten at good old Saint John Vianney. This was fairly early on in my time in kindergarten, around September. I was five and seven-ish months old. As it was nearing Fall, and it was a bit chilly, I wore the school's green sweater over my white polo. Alongside these two articles of clothing, I also wore a set of slip on Vans, and the regulation khaki slacks. Now, those of you who have read my previous experiences, you may ask, "Why didn't I include a diaper in my list of vestments?" Did I just presume you, my dear reader(s) would already think it would be there and think it unnecessary to re-iterate? Well, to answer that, we have to rewind back to a few hours prior, a little bit after I was dropped off. So, school would begin at nine, but we were suggested to be in our seats a bit earlier, just in case. So, my mom dropped me off at the drop off/pick-up area, kissed me goodbye, and left, promising to pick me up at the usual time of 3 PM. The AM Kindergarten class, and the entire school on Wednesdays, had half-days, but as I was in the PM class, and this day was not a Wednesday, I would be leaving at 3. As I made my way towards the double doors that would allow me access into the kindergarten itself, I felt a clenching feeling in my gut, and as soon as I felt that, I realized, I hadn't had my morning poop yet. However, I didn't just squat down and go. I quickly checked through the glass the double doors had to see if anyone was in the hallway that, if went down and turned left, you would reach the kindergarten classroom and,across from it, the bathroom. Luckily for me, the teacher, Mrs. Seminatore (who is now the principal) nor the two aides, Ms. Pina or Sister Maria, were in the hallway. That done, I looked behind me, to see if anyone was in the courtyard and heading in my general direction. I was lucky there too, as no one was in the courtyard. Satisfied, I squatted down, and swiftly pushed my morning poop, and probably some of my breakfast, into my awaiting diaper. Standing up, I headed inside, and to change out of my used diaper. I entered the boy's bathroom, which was tinted blue by the blue tillage. Going into a stall for extra privacy, I tugged my khaki slacks down, and untaped my diaper. Tossing it into the trash, I wet some toilet paper to clean myself up. As I had forgotten to pack spare diapers, I simply pulled my khakis up, and headed to class. Now, let's forward when this incident began. It was about time for the teacher to read us a story, when I felt the need to pee come over me. While I normally would have tried to hold it in until I could find something to pee in, or use the bathroom, but I didn't wanna miss the story. I was trying not to squirm, holding myself ever so often, as I was in the 20 or so bunch of kids in my class, listening to the story. Eventually, I felt a spurt come out, and scooting away a bit, I simply realized it would be futile to hold it in, I removed my hands, and let go. Immediatly, the front of my khakis dampened as a wet patch formed and grew, soaking the carpeted floor as well. As soon as the story ended, and recess was announced, I dashed towards the cubbies. A wet sport the size of my fist at the time stained by crotch. I quickly grabbed my Badtz-Maru (Male Hello Kitty Penguin) lunchbox, and used that to cover my wet crotch. Thankfully, as I made it to the playground, trying to tug my sweater over the wet spot, I found my out. It had rained a fair bit the day before, and both the slides were wet. Quickly making my way over. I plopped myself down in front of the taller, winding, purple slide, and slid down. The rainwater splashed against me, soaking my khakis a bit further. Mrs. Seminatore called my mom. A little while later, I found myself in the cubby area, laying on the ground, my mom getting me into a fresh diaper, and a fresh pair of pants.
  9. diokno44x

    malefemale Putting the P in Pool

    Before I begin: A belated Happy Thanksgiving and a welcome from Black Friday to you all.... Now, let me take you back to my days at the YMCA, which I've recounted quite often. On this occasion, we were having a class swimming lesson. I was, and still am to an extent, not the best swimmer. Prior to this, we were all asked to go into the nearby bathrooms, and change into swim trunks, or swimsuits for the girls. As I changed out of my current attire, which was a pair of blue shorts, a green T-shirt, and my shoes, I came to one obstacle, my diaper. Now, normally, I'd be fine with keeping it on, however, it wasn't a swim diaper. And while I hadn't been diapered and in the water all that often, even at that age I knew copious amounts of liquids+non-swim diaper=mass leakage at best, and falling apart of said diaper at the worst. Feeling a twinge in my bladder, I decided to untape my diaper, and tuck it in with the rest of my clothes. I then slipped the swim trunks on, these were a dark blue in color, probably closer to midnight blue. I placed my clothes and diaper, which I had folded and placed inside my bundled shirt, into a shelf with my name on them, alongside my shoes. Now, we waited in line as each of us did doggy paddles and other basic aquatic maneuvers, three people at a time. It was while I was waiting in line, pretty much at the back, that my need to pee came back full force. I remember holding myself, and shifting a bit, as I tried to keep my urine in. While someone else might have used the bathroom, me being uncomfortable with restrooms outside my home, especially if I say, didn't have my mom with me, I let out a few dribbles here or there as the line shuffled forward, squeezing my legs together to help out. The splashing of the others in the pool didn't help matters. As I neared closer to the line, I had to stop holding myself with my hand, though I was still crossing my legs, and I guessed the teacher, when I was one of the three up, thought it was waterborne fear induced anxiety, as she got to my high level, smiled, and said something like "Hey, its alright, you can do this." something motivational like that. Giving her a smile, I dived in. While I was doggypaddling, all the water around me aggravated my bladder. As I was swimming, my mind thought "Well, I'm already in water." and I released my bladder. Relief and warmth filled me, as surely as my pee filled the water. Thankfully, my pee was relatively clear. I got out, my shorts wet from both pee and pool water. I sat down nearby, toweling off, while I waited for the remaining handful of students to finish up. Once everyone was done, we were once again directed to change back. A smile blossomed on my young face as the security of my diaper once more was wrapped around me. I fixed my clothes, and went on my diapered day.
  10. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  11. Porting this over from WE I recalled this one memory from when I was about six, right around the time I was in kindergarten (school began in August or September and my birthday is in early February), at SJV. Now, here was how the school was laid out. The kindergarten had its own seperate building, though we did share a recess and playground with the 1st grade side. The elementary and middle school parts shared a building. This occurred in December, very close to Christmas. As our school was closed for the holidays, we had a little gift giving thing a day or two before, Secret Santa style, except on the day we did this, we would be identified by name and who we got, then we'd exchanged gifts, hug, and then go back to our seats. A few names before me, I felt my stomach acting up. It was then I realized that I hadn't pooped since about the time I woke up, which, and still is more often than not, unless I decide to sleep in, which was about six or so. I had pooped, my mom changed me, gamed until it was time for school, breakfast, etc. This occurred near the end of the day, which was about, for my PM Kindergarten class, about 3PM, same as the other grades got out, so my bowels had plenty of time to turn my breakfast, plus the quesdilla with cheese (From Taco Bell), into dumpable poop. By the time my name came up, my need to poop was fairly high. I grabbed the gift I had gotten my best friend (Who I haven't seen in a few years, but let's call him Joey. I gave him the gift, and he gave me mine (a Nutcracker figure.) and as we hugged, I guess the pressure from the hug exacerbated my need, and I began pooping my diaper. Smiling as relief filled me as much as poop filled my diaper, I thanked Joey, and then went on my way, waddling a smidgen as I was still pooping. Holding the nutcracker, I sat back in my plastic chair with a muffled squoosh
  12. diokno44x

    malefemale A Messy Christmas Party

    I recalled this one memory from when I was about six, right around the time I was in kindergarten (school began in August or September and my birthday is in early February), at SJV. Now, here was how the school was laid out. The kindergarten had its own seperate building, though we did share a recess and playground with the 1st grade side. The elementary and middle school parts shared a building. This occurred in December, very close to Christmas. As our school was closed for the holidays, we had a little gift giving thing a day or two before, Secret Santa style, except on the day we did this, we would be identified by name and who we got, then we'd exchanged gifts, hug, and then go back to our seats. A few names before me, I felt my stomach acting up. It was then I realized that I hadn't pooped since about the time I woke up, which, and still is more often than not, unless I decide to sleep in, which was about six or so. I had pooped, my mom changed me, gamed until it was time for school, breakfast, etc. This occurred near the end of the day, which was about, for my PM Kindergarten class, about 3PM, same as the other grades got out, so my bowels had plenty of time to turn my breakfast, plus the quesdilla with cheese (From Taco Bell), into dumpable poop. By the time my name came up, my need to poop was fairly high. I grabbed the gift I had gotten my best friend (Who I haven't seen in a few years, but let's call him Joey. I gave him the gift, and he gave me mine (a Nutcracker figure.) and as we hugged, I guess the pressure from the hug exacerbated my need, and I began pooping my diaper. Smiling as relief filled me as much as poop filled my diaper, I thanked Joey, and then went on my way, waddling a smidgen as I was still pooping. Holding the nutcracker, I sat back in my plastic chair with a muffled squoosh
  13. A long time ago, I wrote a series of short stories in the post "Unforgettable, Wettable Sister" which included stories my sister "Lily" had told to me and a few I witnessed. But I forgot one. Also will write the last 2-3 stories from school and one other that happened (different girls) in later replies. . Brief overview, Lily had short hair most of the time, brown hair and eyes, and has been pretty skinny her whole life, she's a year and a half younger than me. When I was in 2nd - 3rd grade and just before 4th, we had two other girls, next door neighbors, sisters, one my age and the other 3 grades older, both who became endearing childhood friends of me and my sister, though mostly her. Sometimes we'd have sleepovers and our mothers would babysit for each other. On this day in particular the sisters were sleeping over and due to limited room, they all slept in the same bed. Now it was unusual that Lily would get up in the middle of the night to pee, but when you're staying up late drinking soda, I guess it makes things different. She recalled to me (I asked for a lot of details since I was into omorashi) having a dream about trying to find a toilet that wasn't broken, going to different rooms and entire buildings full of toilets in wide open areas but none would work or were private enough. Eventually, she woke up, with each friend of hers on either side. Lily stiffened up after quickly realizing she had to pee in real life. Laying on her back, she gently slipped her right arm under the sheets to grab herself over her light pink, fleece night gown. As her desperation grew, she clamed her hand with both legs, trying to squeeze shut. Lily didn't want to get up since doing so could wake her friends. She started trembling while trying to lie very still. She could feel her bladder lurching, ready to leak it's contents. She got tired and then, after awhile, her urge disappeared. She just stopped feeling the need to go. Triumphant, she let go and feel asleep. Once again, she woke up awhile later, but this time, she woke up to straining pain down below. She could feel her swollen bladder fill to high capacity, bulging like a balloon ready to pop. She reached her arms under the covers and crossed her legs over both hands burying down to clutch tightly. She hoped that either the sun would come up, her friend on the edge would wake up, or she could just wait it out like earlier. Lily fidgeted, feeling a steaming spurt lick her flowery, silken, bluish-teal panties. She began rubbing a wrist to dig in and hopefully hold it back better. Another, slightly longer leak. She pinched her face, rubbing her legs slowly together. Then Lily felt another spasm bleed into her night gown around her wrist, she hissed a little, it sputtered and spit out a little more, and again, she kept regaining control, but it was a losing battle. Lily finally told herself she couldn't stand it anymore and was going to try sliding down to the foot of the bed to leave. She scooted a little and stopped to see if either friend noticed. Then she felt it suddenly spear through her, spraying into her panties, soaking the bottom of her thick fleece pink night gown, and begin spreading out on the bedsheets. Her wrist and fingers uselessly kept their ground against the tide, pressing the top folded-in part of her gown into the flow to be drenched with the rest. She felt the warmth crawl up her back and spread around the back of her legs. She laid there, on her back, breathing hard and steady. After peeing seeming forever, she lifted her head to check and see if it was visible on the blanket. It didn't seem bad, if at all. She hoped that maybe she would be the only one who would feel it, and so she went back to sleep. I remember waking up and walking by her room with her two friends and my sister there laughing while looking at the sheets, though by then thry had all taken a shower and changed. "Oh my gosh!" the girl my age exclaimed. "I can't believe you peed!" "What happened?" I asked. "Your sister like, totally wet the bed last night. It was like a water fountain in there!" Luckily they only did light teasing and weren't mad about it, but the other two girls did certainly notice, and both got a little wet in the process.
  14. Oh God how I loathed these days at the YMCA. Alright, so, let me break it down for you. Back when I when I was enrolled in the preschool course of my local YMCA back in 2003, there would be occasional days wherein the teacher would have "Potty Test Days". This was to help younger and or newer students get acclimated to use the bathroom, and to help remind those of us who had been there a bit to use the bathroom when we needed to, and not wait till the cusp of an accident. So, on these days, which were fairly uncommon, at most they'd happen twice a month, and then, at three times a day, which were right after everyone in the class was accounted for in the roll call, right before we headed out to recess, and right before the day ended and our parents picked us up. We would be lined up, check for accidents, then sent in to the bathroom one by one. Which, I get it, privacy and all, but the YMCA I went to, the bathrooms in the "classroom" area had at least four stalls, so why didn't they send us in groups, would have been more efficient that way IMO. Now, you might be wondering to yourself, considering a number of my memories have stated I was, more often than not, diapered full time prior to the summer between 2nd and 3rd grade, how, whenever these little events happened, was I not caught whenever they checked, as surely they would at least hear a muffled crinkling noise. Well, as the teacher would announce when a dreaded PTD the day prior to it, I would be ready for it, so whenever I was dropped off by my mom, I'd head into either the main lobby bathroom, or the preschool bathroom, whichever was closest, and take off my diaper. Or, if I didn't have time to do that, such as me arriving a bit later than I normally did, then I would, if I were in the back of the line, pull part of my pants away so I could access my diaper, or even slide them off if the teacher and her aides were busy with another student, and then shimmy diaper down to around my knees or so, then fix my pants. Well, this particular incident came to pass during one such Potty Test Day in my fourth week there. I had removed my diaper shortly before the first class wide bathroom break, stashing it away inside a plush pile near the bathroom, and after a bit of playing, we got in line for the check and then were sent into the bathroom. I was a few students (there were about 20 or so of us), from the center of the line, when i felt a need to poop. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem. I would have simply shifted a bit, pushed my poop out, and be done with it. However, the checks the teacher did varied. It was a 50/50 chance of her either just patting you and then sending you in, or, like how some mothers and babysitters check, pulling the back of the pants out, and I didn't have the assurance a diaper gave in covering up the scent of the mess, so I used all the toilet training I had the time, to hold it in. It wasn't what one would call easy, as, being five, my muscles were still in development, and also there were about seven kids in front me (Luckily a number of students were absent) in line a head of me. As the seconds and minutes ticked by and by belly kept on gurgling up a storm, I realized I'd have to concentrate more and more on holding my poop in. Whereas at the beginning it was just a slight grumble and I could hold it in by simply clamping however. by the time I was nearly at the head of the line, I was pressing my hands to my butt, tooting, bouncing a bit, and basically doing a mini potty dance of sorts, and I could feel my control starting to wane. I managed to stop potty dancing as soon as the kid in front of me was sent in. After what felt like an agonizing minute of the kid leaving then me being checked, I was sent in. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt my control slipping. Quickly grabbing some paper towels, I shoved them into the back of my pants. Realizing there'd be no point in even trying to hold it in now, I simply squatted down, as my poop coiled and splattered in the paper in the jeans I was wearing. A sense of relief filled every fiber of my being, as much as my warm morning poop was filling my pants. I slowly stood up, and carefully removed my pants. Thankfully, the two ply paper towels had acted as a buffer, which I dumped out of my pants into the toilet, so all I had to deal with were a few, small chunks, which I wiped off. Using some water and one of those hand drying things, I cleaned my pants off, and slipped them back on. Once I was able to, I taped my diaper back on. And to think this all came back to me after a bad run in with a chili cheese dog....
  15. diokno44x

    malefemale Wettering the Flowers

    So this little incident occurred when i was in preschool, so around age five or so. This was in the spring time, I think it was around early to mid May. It was a bit warmer out, so rather than my usual get-up of a white T-shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and matching sweater, I was garbed in a lime green T-shirt with some swirls on it in a kind of Triskelion-esque pattern, a pair of checkered shorts, and my shoes. In a bit of early child adventurousness (I blame Tommy Pickles), and perhaps a bit of curiosity, my five year old mind wondered "Can I go today without my diaper.", and so, after being dropped off, I went into the bathroom. Shimmying my shorts down (I would only start to deal with clasp pants in kindergarten, these, like the sweatpants, only had a garter), my somewhat chubby fingers manuevered around the tapes, and untaped my diaper. Grabbing it and folding it in half, I stowed it away, if memory serves, in the crevice between the little trash can, and the wall. Fixing my shorts, I left the bathroom. It was a bit after Arts and Crafts, a few hours of snacks and juice boxes later, that I felt a familiar twinge in my younger bladder. Pressing a hand to my crotch, I used all the potty training I had (And I had been potty trained. I don't know what age though), and managed to clamp down on my need to pee. Now, our preschool had a fairly small garden in the back that the teachers would often, weather permitting, allow some of students to help out in, things like watering the plants or doing some minor hoeing to make way for seeds, etc. Well, the next portion of the day, the teacher and her assistants picked out a handful of students, me being one of them. As I exited the classroom with one of the TA's and the three other students, my need to pee slowly, but surely, began to grow. It didn't help that I was assigned to watering duty. Crossing my legs a bit, I looked over my shoulder. The aide was helping one of my classmates with hoeing, and the other two were busy with their own tasks. Shifting a bit closer to the plants, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to slide the front of my shorts down in time to save them from getting even a quarter's sized stain, I let go. Relief and warmth filled me as the front of my shorts darkened, and sprayed onto the earth below, mixing with the water from the spray can. A bit dripped down my legs as I finished up, and kept on watering till the can was empty.
  16. So, I'm sure this has happened before. You're taking a piss, you relax all your muscles, let it flow, and you also end up relaxing a bit too much and also release your sphincter. Well, unlike most of my previous experiences, this will detail a few instances of such from my younger years, cause those are really the only times its happened when I didn't want it to. The first time this had happened was in preschool. I was about five or so at the time. This was, if memory serves, in the first week or two of my stay at the good old YMCA (Hey, that rhymed.). The teacher had decided for the day we've have a Potty Day, which was basically a day to help the younger kids in the class (there were like twenty of us I believe), get used to the toilets there, get them better adjusted to using the toilet when needed (and probably get the rest of used to it (Cause you know how young kids can get with unfamiliar toilets), which would involve more frequent asking of students if that had to go, checking for accidents, and not just in line to use the bathroom, etc. This Potty Day thing wasn't a common occurrence, happening once a month at best. So, knowing this, after being dropped off for the day by my mom, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. Making sure no one was coming in, I went into one of the stalls, and took off my diaper, stashing it behind the toilet seat cover thing. A little while later, I felt the need to pee. As someone had gone into the bathroom just a moment before, I was SOOL (Shit out of luck) on that. And since the only in the outside lobby, I decided to find something or somewhere to pee. Thankfully for me as I walked about, my need to pee wasn't so bad as I was obvious, like holding myself or anything. Alongside that, the teacher and her aides were busy checking the other kids or monitoring. So, with the only bathroom unavaliable, and my need to piss mounting, I eventually found a discarded toy truck, one of those Tonka dump trucks I believe. Not wanting to risk it by tugging my pants down a bit, I simply squatted over the truck, as if I was playing with the toy car that was next to it, and relaxed. My pee spurted out through the front of the black shorts I was wearing, and filtered through my shorts in a stream into the truck's cargo bed, a soft sputtering sound heard as pee hit plastic. As I was doing so, I felt something shift in my guts, and then move out into the back of my shorts. As my pee stream died down, I realized I hadn't done my morning poop yet, and had thus done so in my pants. Knowing that if anyone smelt it, they would tell the teacher and then the teacher would check each of the students, I maneuvered the truck behind me, and tugged my shorts down a bit, tipping my mess into the truck's cargo bed. Fixing my shorts, I went on my way to do some arts and crafts. ------------ This second omo-riffic event occurred in kindergarten, as will the third and last one I can recall at the moment. I had needed to pee, and we were currently doing some coloring activity, one where we had to color a picture of the Virgin Mary (I still have it somewhere if memory serves). Putting my crayon down, I raised my hand. One of the teacher's aides, who would also be an aide for my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pina came over, asking what was up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she smiled, and said I could. Thanking her, I pressed my hand into the front of my pants, and made my way into the bathroom, which was painted a light blue color, even the tiles. In fact, the only thing there I didn't think was blue were the toilets. But anyway, I turned my attention to the urinals. Prior to this, I had never used a urinal before. Sure, I knew what they were, but prior to that, If I had to pee, I either did it in my diaper, the toilet, or some container of some sort, so I wanted to try it out. Tugging down the front of my khaki slacks, and the front portion of my diaper, I began peeing. However, once again, it seems I relaxed too much, and the back of my diaper soon became browned, metaphorically speaking of course. Not really minding at this point in time, I simply finished up, pulled my diaper and pants up, washed my hands, and continued on with my day, ------------ This last one occurred shortly after this. I had, as in a few other tried to go a day diaperless, mostly because this was the last of the ones I had brought with me. It was around recess that I felt the need to pee. As I had stashed away my diaper in my backpack, and thus couldn't think of a plausible way to get back into the classroom, so I was out of luck there. Thankfully, luck seemed on my side, for some of my classmates asked if I wanted to join them in a game of hide and seek, to which I agreed. I was one of the hiders, and hid in the cool, shaded area beneath the playground. It was there that I decided to pee as well. Still crouched down between the smaller slide, as it had more cover than the twisty slide, I tugged the front of my pants down a bit, enough so I could pee, and began doing so. It was then my need to poop made itself known, however this time, I managed to get the back of my pants down enough to avert a total accident, and simply dumped out what had made it into my pants
  17. So, this occured when I was about seven, late in 1st grade if memory serves, though I don't quite recall the month. My mom and I had taken a trip to the local Eastridge, as I wanted to check out the Barnes and Noble. I had a need to pee, but it was just a slight twinge. Heading into the kids section, where all the other kids were, and two of the employees, in their late teens to early twenties, were there to supervise the five or so kids there, one of which was reading to the group while their parents shopped about. Alongside this, mom had come to buy a new pack or two of diapers and or Pull-Ups. As I shopped about, my mom patted me on the shoulder. She said "Chris, I'm gonna go and buy you some more diapers OK. Stay here and don't wander about, OK?" With a nod from me, she left. I, not really being interested in the rest of the store anyway, stayed in the kid aisle. It was a few minutes later that my need to pee from earlier had grown, and now I could feel a heavy pressure wanting to release into my pants. As I was sifting through some early chapter books, I placed one hand to the crotch of my sweatpants, trying to keep my hold on my bladder. I could feel a few dribbles slipping out, and hitting the crotch of my pants. I didn't know where the bathrooms were at the time, and alongside that, I wasn't comfortable using unknown bathrooms alone yet. At school yeah, but in a place like a store where I didn't know if my mom was in the same store or not, nope. Doing a bit of a potty dance at this point, I put the book I was reading down, and began looking for a private place to pee. Spotting some bean bag chairs in a corner, I quickly made sure no one was looking directly at me, plopped down on one, and let go. The pee spurted first, then turned into a full stream, as the front of my blue sweatpants darkened, as did the bean bag chair beneath me. A sense of relief, and warmth, washed over me as I emptied my young bladder into my pants and the chair. Once I was done, I stood up. The dark color of my pants obscured the pee stain, and you wouldn't really see it unless you were looking for it, and the orange, if memory serves, bean bag I had done my business atop had a decent sized pee stain on it as well. Once I was done, I swiftly scampered back to where I was reading. After a few more minutes, my mom returned, and got me into a fresh diaper.
  18. diokno44x

    malefemale Leaking in Class

    So, this occured in kindergarten, during arts and crafts time. We were asked to draw our favorite animal, nothing too major. We had been split among the larger tables so each of us would have a bit more space to doodle in than sat on the rugged floor (as in the floor was covered with a rug, not that it coarse or really tough.) It was a Thursday, and the school had decided that Thursday would be a free dress day, meaning we wouldn't have to wear the uniform khakis and jumpers+skirts (girls were required to wear these until around fourth grade if memory serves, I don't really recall when that transition occurred.) This excited practically everyone, as free dress days were really only reserved for special events like Spirit Week or holidays. On this particular Free Dress day, I was wearing my attire of a pair of dark blue jeans, some velcro sneakers, and a fresh T-Shirt that I believe had Spiderman on it. While I was drawing (and might I add, to this day, I'm not that good an artist) a wolf, as they were, and still are, some of my favorite animals, I felt a familiar shifting in my bladder. My pencil stopped, as I put it down. Now, you might wonder, for those of you who had read my previous experiences, why I didn't just let go into my diaper. Well, that was because mine was already quite soaked, and I hadn;t had the opportunity to change into the spare in my bag. I placed a hand against the crotch of my pants, my diaper giving off a muffled squish as I did so. I shifted in my seat a bit, knowing that if I did go then and there, I'd leak, and I didn;t know how much would leak out. Pressing a hand against the crotch of my jeans, I looked around for the teacher (Who, as of this writing, is now the assistant principal), and because I honestly cannot recall how to properly spell her surname, let's call her Mrs. S. I saw her talking to one of my classmates about her drawing and, knowing a simple raised hand probably wouldn't get her attention that quickly, I held up the "Bathroom emergency" hand sign that was printed out on a piece of paper clipped to the whiteboard, ergo, raising your hand, but crossing the index and middle fingers together. Seeing this, Mrs. S let me go to the bathroom. Letting out a few dribbles into my damp padding, I sped off towards the bathroom. I knew I probably wouldn't make it in time to get my jeans off, and untape my diaper, at least without anyone seeing my soaked padding (And no, at this current time, I was not wearing Pull-Ups), I at least wanted to pee myself in relative privacy. Bolting out of the classroom, I let out the occasional dribble and spurt into my padding, already a small wet spot growing. Shimmying and squirming into the bathroom, which, aside from a stall just closing at the end of the row of four, the bathroom was empty. Spotting the drain in the floor, I stood over it, and let go. Immediatly, a feeling of relief, and warmth, flooded my senses as my diaper leaked out. The stream spurted down my pants legs, into the drainage below. Luckily my pants were already a dark blue in color, so the further darkening wouldn't be too noticeable. Checking to see if the guy in the stall was coming out, and not wanting to risk it, I went to the stall closest to the sinks. Undoing my wet pants, and setting them aside to dry a tad, I spotted my diaper, heavily soaked, sagging a bit. Untaping it, I peeked out of the stall and, hearing the sink running, I waited. Once I saw the boy that had been in the stall leave (He was thankfully older, so no chance of him recognizing me), and carefully walked my bare from the waist down butt to the trash, and threw my damp padding into the trash. Heading back into the stall, I used one of the hand dryers to further dry my pants (Like this one Simpsons comic I had read wherein Bart accidentally spills some Krusty brand grape juice onto his shorts and has to dry them before anyone thinks the worse happened), and then slipped them back on. Making my way back to class, no one said anything as I thanked my teacher, sat down, and went back to work. A little later on, the teacher asked if I could fetch some supplies for an activity in the cubby area. Being the ever helpful person I was and still am, and seeing and opportunity to slip into my spare diaper, I volunteered. Heading back into the cubby area, I lowered my pants down, and grabbed my spare from my backpack. Taping it on, I pulled my pants back up, and grabbed what Mrs. S needed. Giving it to her, I continued on my day
  19. diokno44x

    Preschool Wetting

    So, this happened when I was about five. To give some context, I was potty trained around the normal age range of 2 to 3, however, I liked wearing diapers, so my mom let me, so long as I occasionally use the toilet or some sort of receptacle. I went to the YMCA for my preschool. It was pretty fun. Now, this occurred during my first week there. I wasn't really comfortable with the bathrooms, and rarely used them anyway, until a week later. I had run out of diapers shortly before I arrived at the YMCA that day, and I was wearing a white t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, what I usually wore. Fast forward a tiny bit after my arrival, and I was doing some basic arts and crafts, coloring and whatnot. Not long after, I felt my morning bottle, the bottle o drank in the car, and the juice box coming back to haunt me. Forgetting I was commando under my sweatpants at the time, I spread my legs a bit, and began to let go. However, I realized doing it out here would probably attract too much attention. Shutting off the stream, with only a tiny patch on my crotch, I quickly told my teacher "I'm gonna go to the potty." And dashed off. Once I was safely in the bathroom, I went into a stall and began peeing through my sweatpants
  20. PERVasive

    A Fetish Chronicle

    I've been meaning for a long time to write a history of my experiences growing up and into my pee/poo fetish. Responding to the thread in General Discussion about "How You Discovered Omorashi" provided a convenient excuse to finally make a start. This is in the form of a chronicle, and it covers my fetish as far back as I can remember, so I don't expect it to be terribly erotic, at least in the early bits. I hope this is the right forum to post this sort of thing -- I'm new here, so if I've put this in the wrong place, I hope a mod will set me right. :) Chapter 1: The Early Years I've pretty much been into pee and poo as long as I can remember, which puts the origin for me at least as early as potty training, but possibly even earlier. My earliest memory, my only memory of diapers, is of waking up from a nap and having spit up (vomit was an aspect of my fascination up until the end of elementary school), and feeling wonderful in a way that seems similar to feelings I now associate with my fetish. I also remember a profound feeling of loss on "bye bye diapers" day. I was out of diapers around age 3 or 4 I think, because I remember starting potty training before preschool. I was accident prone through first grade, after which I have had essentially perfect bladder and bowel control. From preschool on through most of elementary school I remember having this indefinable fascination with pee and poo; for example, there was an incident where I and a couple other boys showed our penises to each other, probably in second grade, and I felt most unsatisfied by the experience, but couldn't place why, while the other boys seemed to have no such feelings. I now recognize the feeling as sexual, but at that age I had no inkling of sexuality, so the only thing I could figure out to express that feeling was by doing all sorts of strange things with pee and poo. I suppose it is possible that I went through a homosexual or bisexual phase as a child, and this was an example, but I did masturbate at that age, and I had no desire to touch the other penises; also, all of my infatuations were with girls; I therefore think it more likely that my proto-sexual feelings were a manifestation of my pee/poo fetish. Some of the things I remember doing during the period up to middle school age include: Instead of walking to the bathroom in the dark, when I would wake up at night, I often peed in the dirty clothes hamper in my closet. (up to age 6) When I would need to pee at recess, I would often find a place on the playground to pee, such as in a secluded tire on the playground, or lying face down in the gravel. I sometimes did this with friends. (through elementary school) In one tantrum, I whipped it out and peed on the floor in front of my parents. (age 3) There was one famous incident when I pooped my pants quite badly at school, and neither my teachers or my parents noticed the bulge or identified the smell. So to avoid getting caught, I stashed the thoroughly messed pants inside our foam fold-up couch. My parents smelled it later that evening and found the pants, of course. (age 4) I remember a conversation with a number of my preschool classmates about wetting the bed. We were all questioning this one girl about what it felt like, since we had all heard about it and knew that bed wetting was something some kids did, but none of us did it. I asked her if it felt good or she liked it; she said it did feel good and she did like it, and that I should try it. I went home and peed the bed on purpose that night. I really soaked it: there was not a dry spot on the sheets. My parents were not happy, and I didn't do that again for a very long time. In first grade, we had to write "letters to ourselves" at the beginning of the year. I wrote a song about how I wanted to be a baby so that I could wear diapers and pee and poop myself whenever I wanted. During the same year, I started the "gross club" with my best friend. In this context I drew countless pictures relating to pee, poo, and also vomit (as I mentioned). I also made outlandish plans, such as a tree house that would have a bed specially to pee and poop in. I shared almost all of this stuff openly with both kids and adults; it was relatively accepted by my classmates to be fixated on pee and poop at that age. I remember a friend in first grade trying to organize a play (of course it didn't happen), and my main concern was what if I needed to pee during the play. I got her to agree that we would wear diapers. In second grade, I made a "science project" in my basement where I peed and pooped in a foam container for a week and let it sit out; I also got two friends to "contribute." I think the idea was that eventually the two substances would blend into one. What actually happened is that I got in big trouble and one of the friends' parents refused to let him go over to my house again. Not my finest or most brilliant hour, but the first time I realized that my fixation was at all abnormal or something to hide. There was a spot in the little patch of woods next to the playground that I used to go after school just to pee and poop outside. For a year or so I was joined by my third through fifth grade best friend. He often got in trouble for this from his mom, not because she knew what we were up to, but because he didn't know how to poop outside and got his pants dirty every time. There were also a couple times that I snuck away in my (relatively small) back yard and peed or pooed there. I used to go and play on this one street in my neighborhood where many kids lived, but I was told not to return after an incident in fourth grade where I and a group of kids peed on one of the houses' fences. Around fifth grade, I stopped engaging in all these sorts of public and semi-public activities, and I realized that I could find out for myself what it felt like to pee my pants -- by that point, the feeling was only a memory. I started at night, emulating my early childhood habit of peeing in the dirty laundry hamper, by holding close my lone remaining stuffed animal, a cheetah, and peeing into him. After a few weeks of doing this, Cheetah started to smell, and my parents caught on. By that point, though, I had figured out that I could do the same thing with some old pants that didn't fit me, at first using them the same way as Cheetah, and then I tried putting them on and wetting. I loved the feeling. I hid the pants under my bed so that my parents wouldn't find out. After doing this for a while, I became curious to try pooping my pants, as I remembered pleasurably the sticky feeling I had gotten when I used to have genuine messy accidents. When I tried it again, on purpose, the feeling was everything I had remembered it to be. (Incidentally, praying not to be caught in these initial explorations of wetting and messing was one of my first strong spiritual experiences; I have been religiously inclined ever since.) I don't remember exactly how things progressed from there. I definitely remember peeing through my briefs while sitting on the toilet. I don't remember what my clean-up logistics were like in that era; I'm sure they weren't terribly clever, but I at least had the illusion of secrecy most of the time. At some point I figured out about desperation and holding, but I don't remember that as a major event; perhaps it was obvious. At age 13, my parents got dial-up internet for the first time, and it occurred to me to Google Image Search "pee." This led relatively quickly to my discovering the first generation web community of what I then realized was a sexual fetish: Patches' Place, Shara and Ger's, websites that I barely remember. I consider this to be the end of my early years and the beginning of the maturity of my fetish. There is one other incident that probably deserves to be included in this account, because it followed fairly close on the heels of my finding out about the fetish and the online community, and because it marked the end of my relative innocence regarding the fetish. This was my first summer at sleep-away camp. One night, my bunkmates and I were chatting after lights out, discussing what else but the girls at camp. I had fallen heels over head (head over heels is a silly expression -- that's how one is supposed to be arranged!) for this girl Jill after seeing her take her swim test. Conversation turned to all the very graphic sexual things we would do to the girls we liked. I, having often been admired by my classmates for my precocious sexual knowledge and expecting the same reaction, shamelessly remarked that I would like to give her a golden shower. I thereafter had to explain what this was. I think the reaction of my bunkmates was a mix of admiration and disgusted titillation. What has burned the incident forever in my memory, though, is that as I was saying all this someone had been walking by our cabin, and in the morning he spread my comment around the entire camp, including to the girl I had been talking about. I was teased mercilessly about it all summer, and the girl even came up to me the following summer and mentioned it to me. I was so embarrassed that I feigned amnesia -- though in retrospect, who knows what might have happened if I had had that conversation with her: we might both have been expelled from camp! In any case, this incident was the first time I realized that the pee and poo fetish was a major taboo, and probably indirectly sparked my interest in the politics of sexual diversity.
  21. So, this occurred in 1st grade, during the mid year or so of 2004. It was one of my favorite types of school occasions, in this case, a free dress day. As it was a chilly day, or at least chilly for my past of California, I wore a pair of dark blue sweatpants, which still fit me then, a green T-shirt with a tan stripe in the middle, vertical, and green sweater, not too dissimilar to the school uniform sweater, sans the lack of the school logo, and this one was a tiny bit lighter shade of green. Alongside that were my newest pair of glasses at the time, a sky blue framed pair, and a pair of Velcro sneakers. Now you may ask, as I've reiterated in stories in the past, why I didn't mention my diaper. Well A. I thought it would be redundant at this point and time to do so, and B. I wasn't wearing one. I had worn my last one to school, had pooped in it changed,, and didn't have a spare. Anyway, it was while playing jump rope with some friends (I was one of the two holding the rope handles), when I felt the need to pee. Letting out a small dribble, I clamped my legs together a bit, and kept on swinging the rope. After a few more minutes, and me now jumping, I felt my need to pee return. Not wanting to risk any of my pee hitting my friends in case of an accidental or intentional wetting, and also to have more time to play, I told my friends that I had to go to the bathroom. Letting out another dribble to regain my control, I made my way to the bathroom. However, to my dismay, not only were all the urinals in use, with the only one not being Out of Order, but all the stalls were in use. Crossing my legs, I went out to go find a place to pee myself in peace. Eventually, I found a place on the blacktop with a little crater in it. Making sure I wasn't being directly watched, I looked at the sky, and relaxed my bladder. I made it look like I was simply watching the clouds and making a story or pictures with them. As the crotch of my pants darkened, the stream traveled downwards, and into the little crater beneath. I liked the warmth, especially as it was chilly that day. Once I had finished wetting, I went back, and began playing with my friends again.
  22. diokno44x

    malefemale Wetting during PT

    So, this occurred to me when I was about six. As I had idiopathic toe walking, which for a long time forced me to walk on tip toes. I've managed to alleviate this over the years. Anyway, this occurred after my therapist, let's call her Brandie, which is NOT her real name, just to make it clear, had found about my diaper usage. I had to hide it from her, so i, during my sessions with her which were a weekly thing unless noted, would remove my diaper before I went in with her to do excersises. Now this occurred during one of my excersises. She had to go do some paperwork for a bit, and told me to stay in the room where the excersises were being done. As she was leaving, I felt a heavy need to pee. While I could have gone to the bathroom, I didn't want to have her come look for me. After looking around for a bit, I went over to where some exercise mats were, and squatted down, and began peeing through my pants onto the tiled ground below. I returned to where I had been, and thankfully by the time she came back, my pants had dried
  23. So this occurred to me back in 2005, back when I was in 2nd Grade at Saint John Vianney. It was on this day that, while I was in Pull-Ups, I had secreted away a stash of old underwear (that still fit me) in my Pull-Ups. So, after getting dropped off, I resisted going to the bathroom, cause I had a plan. I squeezed my legs, pressed my butt into the seat, everything, as the pressure slowly built up in my bladder and bowels. My guts rumbled and my bladder tingled as time went on. It was during the half-way mark of recess that I was close to bursting. A heavy pressure was on my bowels, as well as my bladder. Aside from a few droplets into my PullUp, I had everything else contained. Heading into the bathroom, I made sure no one in my class or our sister class was coming in before I waddled into the stall. I felt my control slip a bit as a smidgen of poop began crowning and a few droplets more leaked out. Once I was in the stall, I slid my khaki's and damp PullUp down my legs and off, setting them on the floor by me feet. This left me in my school uniform polo, this one was the green one I think, my white tank-top, my socks, and my Velcroed shoes, Looking behind me I saw my poop slowly sliding out. Quickly snatching my underwear from my PullUps, I slid them on, and sat on the toilet. My bladder was the first to go, quickly and rapidly soaking the front of my greyish underwear, the wet spot expanding outwards, the rest that wasn't absorbed by the cotton filtered out into the toilet below. Next were my bowels. With barely a grunt and push, the warm mush began filling up the back. Once I was finished, I slid my ruined underwear off, and wiped up with the toilet paper. Once I got my PullUp and pants back on, I peeked out, and once I was sure the coast was clear, I tossed my stained undies into the trash, Washing my hands, I left to continue my day.
  24. So this is my first post. And I thought I may as well tell a little story from when I was 11/12 (I can't remember it was near my 12th bday ). So anyway, this happened during the school term and of course I was in high school. To be honest I was that ugly kid that didn't have many friends. One of my friends, let's call him A, I liked him. Like liked him (yes I knew about my sexuality and stuff then). The thing was though, A was a hot blonde guy in my class. And I was some shy pubescent wreck. I tried my best to hang around him and to hide my secrets from him (this little fetish of mine for example) because some things were frowned upon in my school. Liking anime brought the bullies, I should know. So I had to keep many damn secrets from friends, students, teachers and family. One day when it was lunchtime, I was sat with A at a table. Of course I made sure I was next to him. A few moments later I noticed him fidgeting and grabbing himself for short periods of time. "A's a fidgety kinda guy and if he was grabbing himself he must've been 'hungry'" is what I thought at first. But after a minute or so he began letting out tiny gasps. Keep in mind I didn't know I was into omorashi at this point. For some reason when I noticed he desperately needed to piss, I got aroused. My lying skills were great at the time, so whenever anyone asked why I was red-faced I said in my most casual tone "I feel a little ill, the food here is weird." and it worked! Everyone had left the table but me and A. I was purposely eating slowly to see what would happen. A suddenly grabbed my trouser leg out of nowhere which made me jump. We actually began talking for the first time that lunchtime. I looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?" A looked me in the eye, tearing up slightly, "I-I have to pee..." "Why don't you just go then?" A was crying quietly at this point, "If I g-get up I'll wet myself like a kid." Luckily the cafeteria was pretty much empty apart from me, A, and a few staff workers. The nearest toilet was just a few steps away too. "A, I need you to trust me." A nodded in response, rubbing his eyes, "One moment." I quickly put our lunches in the bin. Throwing perfect pasta away was worth it for this. "Leo...! I leaked...!" (I have a shit name I know). My heart jumped when he said this, and so did something else ;). "Hold it a little longer for me." I made my way over to him and, with effort, picked him up. He jumped and probably leaked again, it was hard to tell since the uniform was black. I quickly carried him to the nearest bathroom. No one noticed so I suffered no embarrassment. I set him down in a cubicle and waited outside. And what he said next almost took the life out of me. "Leo... I-I can't get my pants down... Help me please..." So there I was, blushing like mad in a cubicle, sliding his pants down gently. His skin was so smooth! I bit my lip when I saw the tiniest bit of his boyhood. I pulled his pants down the rest of the way and he forcefully peed into the toilet. He let out a sexual sounding moan which heated me up further. When the stream finally stopped he pulled his pants back up and did up his fly et cetera. A was blushing, it was cute, "P-Please don't tell anyone." I nodded. He then hugged me tightly which shocked me. We just stood hugging in a cubical for a while. Before long, the bell went and we had to go to our separate classes (he was in a higher set than me). I asked if he was alright, to which he responded with a yes. We then said bye and parted ways. This is most likely what triggered my omorashi spark. Thanks for reading if anyone even did! I'm a bad writer so sorry about my writing style. I can't even bare to look at my Wattpad stories, let alone continue them. There are a few more parts to this that contain stuff slightly sexual. I'll just cut them out though cus that could be classed as child porno :/. Buhbye.
  25. Omo Story: This does not contain a wetting, so if this isn't the right place, please inform me! Well, this story is true. Happened to me when I was left in the car at 8 years old, blah blah, names changed and all that for personal reasons. Hope you enjoy it, I know I enjoy looking back on it! - "So, we're going to the shop. Want to come with us?" My parents spoke, looking back at me from the front seats of the car. I snapped out of my game zone instantly, glancing up from my DS and shook my head, knowing what they said. "Are you sure? We'll be a little while, and the bears might get you." They said, trying to sound serious. 'this trick again? It doesn't work anymore.' I thought to myself, before responding. "Yep, I'm sure." I was confident that I'd be able to stay in the car perfectly fine and have no issue. Little did I know that Id regret that decision big time. So they just nodded and got out of the car, closing the doors properly, all that stuff, and left me alone to play my DS. Worms was a fun game, it was distracting, awesome to watch and required a lot of thinking. Thinking that I was doing. I did random missions on it for like half an hour straight before feeling a small nudge in my crotch. I mean, naturally I shrugged it off. The game was that good and it wasn't too bad. But it wouldn't go away. The tingling, pressure sensation which I had felt before thousands of times. I realized I needed a wee for definite and just crossed my legs a little bit. It literally does nothing, but back then it seemed to work. Until the game couldn't distract me anymore. The need came out of literally nowhere and was building insanely fast. I squirmed a little in my seat and found that it was a pretty bad urge. My hand naturally found my penis, and gave it a tight squeeze out of instinct, hand firmly clasped down on it to make holding easier. Easier, not more enjoyable or anything. I bit my lip slightly, looking around the car park that I was in. It was a big store, and I didn't know what time it was at all. How long they'd been gone seemed so short and the need seemed to come so fast. I had to move my knees up and down, had to shift more vigorously, had to do so much to make the build up of pressure in my willy even slightly bearable. It was starting to hurt a bit actually, the pressure, and I kept looking out. Where were they?! They seemed like they'd been gone for years now, desperation always had that dragging effect. I bounced and bounced, tossed around in my seat and still it didn't help. My mind even tried going to other places but only the pressure could be felt and my mind had to focus on it. I took my hand off and started to rub the palms of both of my hands against my crotch violently, which was a way I held it for some reason. And all that did was give me a little stiffy, which did help a little bit, but made things a little worse. The friction built up from my dance in my seat and I felt like I was going to whiz at any moment, until suddenly I felt a huge pressure suddenly surge up. I'd had those feelings before and it felt like I was literally about to lose it there and then. It paralysed my body almost, I had to stop still to contain it. That was TOO close to peeing. My wee was definitely close to coming out. (Little did I know I actually had an orgasm there because of the rubbing) So I desperately shifted around, undid my seatbelt. I looked out the back, no one. Looked out the sides, no one. My penis was begging for me to wee somewhere, I needed it NOW! I quickly went to the front, pulled up the locks which opened the doors all over. I got onto my knees on the comfy seats, and quickly undid the button on my shorts, undoing the zip and pulling down my underwear; my still hard uncircumcised willy coming out, exposed to the air which made me quiver slightly from sheer desperation. I glanced around one more time, opened the door, and quickly pointed my peehole out of the door best I could. The pause was odd, I was bursting, but it just wouldn't come out straight away. I had butterflies, it was so naughty and wrong to do this but then again it was here or in my pants, there was no way I could last any longer. After a deep breath, I felt the pee shoot up my short peen, and right out of the tip, cascading a large golden arc of pee out the side of the car and almost onto the car beside it. It splashed into the dark floor quite loudly but I didn't care, I just sighed in great relief as my stream busted out, a loud hiss coming from the tip of my willy. It took thirty seconds for me to stop myself properly. I didn't fully go, but I was worried that Id be caught weeing out the side of the car by someone, so I quickly shook my willy to get the excess wee off it, and pulled my undies back over it, and buttoned my shorts up. Quickly I put my seatbelt back on, did the zip, and then went back to playing the game after closing the door and locking it. No one suspected a thing. When my parents got back a little bit later, they said they'd be a little bit longer, and I quickly said I needed the toilet badly. So I went with them. On the way into the shop they both said to eachother "I think the car next to us had an oil leak. We should tell the owner." But they forgot by the end. Like hell was I going to remind them! - That's all, hope you enjoyed~