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I was a very accident-prone child. Between the ages of 5 and 7, I had numerous accidents at school as well as out of school, typically in the car.

One particularly vivid memory was a time when I must have been 6 or 7. We were in class and I was extremely desperate to go for a wee. The trouble was, we were in the middle of a singing lesson. The teacher was playing the piano, and we were all standing in the reading area. I vividly remember constantly walking up and down the lines of my class mates, one hand in the air, the other holding myself. The teacher didn't notice, she was busy playing. I was too scared to call out, so I just kept prancing up and down with my hand in the air. Eventually, I caught her eye and she asked what the matter was (as if it weren't obvious!). I pleaded to go to the toilet and she agreed. I quickly walked out the room and had one hand on the door when the flood gates opened. I froze, turned to the teacher and burst into tears. She managed to snap me out of it by shouting go! I bolted out the classroom, still leaking into my pants, I got to the boys toilets and finished my pee and looked at the damage. My underwear was quite badly wet, and my trousers were wet all the way down one leg, I dried them as best I could then walked back to class, avoiding the long trail of pee on the floor. I sheepishly entered the classroom were the teacher simply said, 'Go to the nurse and get new pants'. The memory stuck with my through my childhood. The feeling of my wet trousers in particular was something that I couldn't forget, it had felt nice, relaxing. Sometimes, in the bath, I would try to recreate that feeling by placing a wet washcloth over my crotch and legs.

Another memory that I think is critical to my developing this kink was from a family holiday. I was around 10/11 at the time and we were packing up for the flight home. As we waited for the bus to take us to the airport, I decided (as usual) to play it safe and make one last trip to the toilet. The toilets around the pool were single cubicles with no male/female split, anyone could use whichever was free. I walked up to the nearest which was displaying the usual green stripe indicating it was free and opened the door. I was greeted with a girl my own age, maybe younger, squatting/standing over the toilet. Her shorts were around her ankles, they had a large wet spot around the crotch and her underwear was around her knees, they were soaked. She must have been so desperate that she didn't lock the door, she was too busy trying to get her pants down before she wet them, obviously she didn't make it. Her pants were purple and the front and crotch were extremely wet, she was frantically trying to dry them with some toilet paper when I opened the door. After I finally snapped out of seeing this event, I mumbled an apology and made to close the door, it was at this point her mother turned up and saw her daughter standing over the toilet in pee drenched clothes and the girl burst into tears. I could not get this event out of my head for the rest of the day, on the coach, at the airport on the plane, I constantly kept picturing the girl with her wet shorts and underwear, thinking about it made me feel funny, good funny. I kind of knew how it must have felt for the girl to be wetting her pants, I did it often enough when I was little, but I wanted to revisit that feeling, I wanted to wet my pants.

This led to a series of experiments to try to wet myself on purpose. The first attempt involved stuffing toilet paper down my briefs and sitting on the toilet and peeing into them. My home-made diaper did not work as expected and I was left with wet briefs that I hid under my bed. The knowledge that I was doing something naughty was certainly thrilling, but I wanted a more realistic experience. Another time, I put on some old, red underwear and sat down on the toilet. After a few minutes intense concentration, a dark spot blossomed over the tip of my cock. The floodgates opened and the front of my pants quickly became saturated, the pee started running over my balls and down through my pants into the toilet. The feeling was ecstasy.

At this time I was still regularly swimming, and this gave me a good opportunity to pee in my swimwear. After each session, I would go to the boys toilets and sit in a cubicle and pee through my little swimming trunks. One time there were some older boys at the urinals, I pretended to walk quickly into a stall, as if I was bursting and locked the door. The floor (as always) was pretty wet so I stood by the door and wet myself standing up for the first time. The feeling of the pee running down my legs felt great and it felt so bad soaking myself with other people around. When I was in the shower later I heard one of the boys whisper 'there's the boy that peed himself'.

As I grew older, I was becoming more interested in girls, but in addition to the usual teenage fantasies, I would also fantasize about them wetting themselves. At the time, I thought I was alone in these fantasies, and in my enjoyment of pissing myself. At the time (2002), the internet was still kind of limited. I knew there was porn available (typically photos, video streaming was still difficult on slow connections) but I had never even thought to try searching for peeing porn (the term omorashi was unknown to me at that point). One day in IT class, another kid managed to bypass the schools porn filter to find a picture of a naked women. More than just naked, there were a series of pictures of this women peeing! I'll never forget the search term he had used, it was "Hairy river"! Somehow that had seemingly innocent term had linked to piss porn! My eyes were suddenly opened to a larger world.

Back home, I started my own searching. I managed to find Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site. Here was a site with thousands of photos of women desperate to pee, peeing outdoors, and wetting themselves. I was in heaven! Back then, I would save the images I liked in a folder I hid in the C:/Windows directory (I named it PI55). I had started masturbating before making this discovery, but the only computer in the house was in the dining room so I started printing out my favorite photos and taking them with me to masturbate to in the bathroom! I hid them under my bed with a growing collection of old underwear I used for pissing in. Videos were starting to be easier to post and play online and I started collecting my favorites of those as well. At some point (around 16) I decided to start filming my own wettings with the family camcorder. I remember transferring the recording to the computer then having to film the wall to record over the footage that was still on the tape! These recordings were initially for my own enjoyment (vain?), it wasn't until I was at university that I considered uploading some of them online.

I started a blog using blogspot. This was when I first started using the name "wetpantsboy". Initially I was posting stories of my experience with this fetish (some of which I copied into this post) as well as reposting photos I found online that I liked (I used to rate the girls and the wettings, cringe). Eventually, I experimented with uploading a video of myself. I recently reuploaded this first video here. The response to that first video was greater than I had expected. Traffic to my blog was increasing, so I decided to try creating my own website. Initially, wetpantsboy.com was just a place for people to enjoy my videos, but it grew into a community where people could share their own content. Sadly, the expense and time needed to run the site meant I had to let it go around 2014.

Around the same time, I met my now wife. Early on, I told her my kink and she indulges me by letting me know when she has to pee and how badly and lets me watch her pee in the shower. She also has wet herself for me a few times, some of the videos are also available on this site.

Apologies for the length of this post, in summary as you can see, this kink has been a part of my life probably from when I was 6 years old. It is still a big part of my life, I check in on this site almost every day, I still enjoy peeing myself, my wife keeps on indulging me. The next stage of my life is fast approaching, as you may have seen here, my wife is pregnant with our first child. I am not sure how raising a child will impact this kink. Will changing diapers, dealing with potty training, and the inevitability of my child having pee accidents dull my desire for this fetish? Only time will tell but I am confident that my brain can keep them separate.

Something I have noticed and enjoyed in the past few years is the increase in the availability, quality and variety of the content from Jade   . This has resulted in an interesting shift in my viewing preferences. Previously, I would choose a "Wetting Her Panties" or "Skymouse" video to masturbate to. But now I am far more likely to cum to a video from Jade. This may be due to their increased prevalence and also due to the fact my wife is Asian!

A big loss recently for this kink was the ban on porn on Tumblr. I had a separate list of blogs that I would check on that site that would produce content that you could not find anywhere else. That is gone now, but as others have mentioned, perhaps some has migrated to Twitter. Vk.com used to be a good source but that also seems to be diminishing. It would be an interesting exercise to track and document the history of this kink, not sure if the internet archive captures porn sites.

Finally, I want to thank the admins, mods, and everyone who posts to this site, this has become my go-to site to check out the latest content for this fetish so thank you to all who contribute!

 

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I have always been turned on by desperation to pee for as long as I can recall. It was what lead me to discover masterbating (enjoying my own desperation and frantically holding) and the one sure fire

I was a very accident-prone child. Between the ages of 5 and 7, I had numerous accidents at school as well as out of school, typically in the car. One particularly vivid memory was a time when I

Yeah, except it wasn't/isn't always sexual. It started out when I was so young I can't pinpoint an age. It was a fixation, something I found interesting.  

On 6/14/2020 at 2:12 AM, DesperateJill said:

I think that I always associated desperation as my primary turn on even though I was sort of late to develop sexually so to speak. When I was a child and I had a hard time holding it I used to masturbate by rubbing myself between the stall dividers and I masturbated to thoughts of that scene from  Ren & Stimpy where that woman was desperate for a fire hydrant, as that was like my first sexual awakening.


So I think that my always primary turn on has been desperation although it wasn't until my late teens or early 20s that I started to really realize it as a sexual thing, because like I said I was kind of a late bloomer in that regard, and I used to really hate having to be desperate to pee.

Masturbating to Ren and Stimpy desperation? That is amaaaaaazing. 🙂 Omo and Ren & Stimpy are two of my absolute favorite things, so thank you for basically making my day!

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Yes pretty much my whole life especially in a sexual way once I reached puberty. It even interested me before that.

While I was married we enjoyed some intense regular sex without a pee component. But it was never far from my mind and I incorporated it frequently. She did arouse me without it by rubbing me in sensitive areas. But many times pee talk or actions got me hard. Being alone for many years it is almost the only thing that arouses me. At 68 I still masterbate to it not other porn.

I have never been ashamed of my fettish or felt bad about myself because of it nor do I go more than a week or two without pleasuring myself with stories or videos. I have gone a few months without wetting my pants mostly because I didn't feel like it . Also too much  pee play makes it difficult to not wet when I don't want to.

 

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I knew I had this fetish when I hit 7th grade. I'd only rarely watch videos for it, and even when I did I didn't really masturbate. I was raised to believe it was wrong. But as I started 12th grade, I got a girlfriend and I told her about it and she encouraged me to start, and now I come here and to PornHub almost weekly and I now masturbate manually rather than just having nocturnal emissions.

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From, oh I dunno, the age of 4.  I had sexual feelings when I was little and I didn't know what it meant and interpreted it as being about urinary functions and bodyparts.  Here's how it developed:

a) I didn't know about sexual feelings.  I knew how babies were made, the so-called "facts of life" stuff, but not that there was an appetite for sex or that it felt good or that it was fun.  Just that when grownups wanted a baby they did this embarrassing unbelievable thing.  

b) Sometimes when little boys needed to pee and were trying to hold on, they'd tuck themselves between their legs and cross them a little to pinch it off.  I'd do that occasionally myself.  Well, girls kind of looked that way anatomically if you think about it, so their appearance -- especially if they were in shorts or pants --  made me think about someone needing to pee. 

c) I got really fascinated with how girls looked.  I mean *RIGHT THERE* where they were different from boys.  The shape of them in their pants.  Or underwear or swim suit.  It became a secret obsession with feelings attached.  Review part a above -- I didn't know about sexual feelings.  I thought I was a pervert, I was having these feelings about where girls pee from.  And bathroom functions were dirty, it wasn't polite to talk about that stuff, adults would get very disapprovey when kids obsessed about that, or people's private body parts, so I knew to keep very secretive about what I was feeling.

d) Reciprocally, when girls needed to pee, everything they did drew my attention them *RIGHT THERE* the squirming, the leg crossing, perhaps putting their hands between their legs, and best of all if they did wet themselves.  Getting *WET RIGHT THERE* ooh yeah that was hot.

e) I gradually learned about sexual appetite, that it was normal and expected that hetero males would be erotically fascinated by the shape and contours of female crotch architecture.  And my own fascination took different directions once I understood that this meant that girls had sexual appetites and that they benefitted (at least when they were interested) from the lure power of being visually sexually attractive.  But the erotic fascination with wetting and desperation remained attached to my sexuality, a leftover from childhood.

 

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I'd say my interest in peeing wasn't until I was in 3rd grade. Growing up, I did wet the bed maybe once or twice a month (never enough to warrant diapers) until 6th grade or so. In Third grade, I do remember a female friend had wet herself after laughing on the playground. I didn't actually witness it, but it piqued my interest. A couple years later, I would do a spurt or two into my underwear, bc I liked the warm feeling, that changed into a cold damp wetness. Around age 12 or 13 is when I started to do internet searches for women peeing themselves. That's when I stumbled upon the GIGA desperation contests on YouTube. I still watched regular porn, but desperation wettings, and squirting became my go to porn for quite a while.

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As a kid in elementary school I had to go frequently during school to the point where my teachers expressed concern to my mom and she had a doctor take a look at me cause she thought I had Overactive Bladder(or something like that) thankfully I didn't and once I looked up OAB on the internet and started reading stories about women being desperate that unlocked something in me and since junior high i've been proper hooked on this hobby.

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"As a kid in elementary school I had to go frequently during school to the point where my teachers expressed concern to my mom and she had a doctor take a look at me cause she thought I had Overactive Bladder(or something like that) thankfully I didn't and once I looked up OAB on the internet and started reading stories about women being desperate that unlocked something in me and since junior high i've been proper hooked on this hobby."

I had the same situation because one of my problems one starting school was that I was hyperactive and to not be able to go to the bathroom as soon as I wanted and as frequently as I wanted was difficult for me and where they had to let me go at least every hour. They eventually sent me to a urologist thinking that I had overactive bladder and they performed one of those ultrasounds with the jelly and a full bladder and I ended up wetting myself during it, and I definitely think that that was very formative of my fetish, a nurse pushing on my full bladder and all.

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I am a real fan of desperation.  I like to take risks, but also very much to see other desperate girls.  it's always been a few things that turn me on!  there are times when I can't think about it too much.  but it is enough just to see a girl or me to find myself involuntarily in a hurry so that this need and this desire take again me.

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Always. I notice at age 4 or 5 that other kids peed on their pants during nap time in kindergarten, so I decided to do it myself to find out how it was. And of course I loved it. At the age of 7 I had a friend that used to pee when we were out on the bikes and when I ask him why he did it, he just said because he liked it. So then I realised that he was also doing it for fun, so I kept doing it. When I was in primary school I loved to play with ols car tires, jumping over them, and I discovered masturbation. It took not time to realise that the tire would help me hold my pee for a long time, so that really made me crazy.. Today 3 decades later I know that's part of my life. And I share it with some good old friends and sometimes my husband. 

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On 6/21/2020 at 7:28 PM, DesperateJill said:

"As a kid in elementary school I had to go frequently during school to the point where my teachers expressed concern to my mom and she had a doctor take a look at me cause she thought I had Overactive Bladder(or something like that) thankfully I didn't and once I looked up OAB on the internet and started reading stories about women being desperate that unlocked something in me and since junior high i've been proper hooked on this hobby."

I had the same situation because one of my problems one starting school was that I was hyperactive and to not be able to go to the bathroom as soon as I wanted and as frequently as I wanted was difficult for me and where they had to let me go at least every hour. They eventually sent me to a urologist thinking that I had overactive bladder and they performed one of those ultrasounds with the jelly and a full bladder and I ended up wetting myself during it, and I definitely think that that was very formative of my fetish, a nurse pushing on my full bladder and all.

That would've been formative of my fetish, no doubt. 

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I've had it since before puberty I think, but it became really a sexual thing by 13 or 14y/o.

However it did go away for some time (I was still interested, but not too much). It got "reactivated" (for lack of a better word) about five years ago, when a female friend of mine (who is not into omorashi at all) told me about a time she wet herself. She told me how she had been drinking and driving on her way back home she had to pee really badly and just as she was entering the street where she lives she had a big leak. She described that it felt so good to finally release a little that in her drunkenness and desperation she let it all out right then and there.

The description of the moment (coupled with the fact that she is BEAUTIFUL) re-ignited the omo fetish in me. After that I started living alone and having the liberty to wet myself whenever I wanted just made me enjoy this fetish more and more.

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When it became a thing to me I was around 6-7 years old, I  woke up ,still laying in my bed, I felt the best relaxation ever and started feeling the warmth running down my underwear and then I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom, That's when I became interested in bedwetting and wetting my underwear, A couple of years later me and my family moved out to another city where I met John and Smith (Both names are ficticious), We were about 10, and Me, John, and Smith liked to play in a Park that was right in front of my house, Smith was younger and sometimes he said that he peed his underwear and that he was wearing like 2 or 3 pairs of underwear, and someday we were playing and, I don't remember why, we started tickling one another but John couldn't hold while he was being tickled and started peeing his shorts, a little wet patch appeared on his shorts, and I was fascinated about it. about two years ago me and my family moved back to my hometown and I kind of lost touch with them.

About the same age I used to wet myself in the bathroom before shower, and I used to pee in my bed with an old pair of underwear that I secretly kept below my bed until I could wash it in the bathroom's sink the next morning, it wasn't that much pee so my bed would be dry the next morning *I still do this sometimes😅*.

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I've liked the idea of guys desperate to pee and wetting as far back as I can remember. My earliest memories being 4-5. What is interesting is I only liked when guys did it. When it happened to women it was actually, I don't want to say repulsive, but something close to that. I remember when youtube became I thing I would always search for video of guys peeing their pants. I would also purposefully wet myself, but it was never sexual just a weird interest that brought me joy. However, when I hit puberty it did become sexual and it actually helped me realize I was gay. So I wonder if the pee fetish influenced me being gay or if me being gay influenced the pee fetish. It very strange but it was all instinct for me.

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14 hours ago, PantWetter said:

When it became a thing to me I was around 6-7 years old, I  woke up ,still laying in my bed, I felt the best relaxation ever and started feeling the warmth running down my underwear and then I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom, That's when I became interested in bedwetting and wetting my underwear, A couple of years later me and my family moved out to another city where I met John and Smith (Both names are ficticious), We were about 10, and Me, John, and Smith liked to play in a Park that was right in front of my house, Smith was younger and sometimes he said that he peed his underwear and that he was wearing like 2 or 3 pairs of underwear, and someday we were playing and, I don't remember why, we started tickling one another but John couldn't hold while he was being tickled and started peeing his shorts, a little wet patch appeared on his shorts, and I was fascinated about it. about two years ago me and my family moved back to my hometown and I kind of lost touch with them.

About the same age I used to wet myself in the bathroom before shower, and I used to pee in my bed with an old pair of underwear that I secretly kept below my bed until I could wash it in the bathroom's sink the next morning, it wasn't that much pee so my bed would be dry the next morning *I still do this sometimes😅*.

I remember wetting multiple pairs of briefs as a kid. I would hide my dirty pairs in the closest or behind the dresser *Yes they were all found* It was very embarrassing. Glad you still do that sometimes! 😛

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"However, when I hit puberty it did become sexual and it actually helped me realize I was gay. So I wonder if the pee fetish influenced me being gay or if me being gay influenced the pee fetish. It very strange but it was all instinct for me."

I experienced something similar. Back when I was younger I always assumed that I was asexual because I had no attraction to men or sex in general, but then I started realizing that I was really turned on by the thought of being desperate or seeing other women desperate to go to the bathroom, although I didn't realize that until my late teens or early 20s as sexual and I think it was a result of myself being in lots of desperate situations in high school.

I think that our sexual orientation is basically something that we are born with but our specific sexual likes are probably more the result of nurture and experience. So for me I have always felt that sexual orientation was a nature thing, but that our specific fetishes were probably more of a nurture thing.

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I'm new here but I do remember being fascinated by pee from a young age (before second grade. I use this as a marker bc we moved the summer before second grade). I remember trying to pee standing up because thats how i saw men go and i had wondered why i was taught to sit. Standing felt powerful and I think that progressed into holding it for pleasure, but never until i was in pain or leaking until recently. I remember always being disappointed after peeing because i knew id have to wait to feel that again.

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Yes, it's been a constant ever since I was 13 years old. This is an extract from my recent post in the "How many here are trans" thread where I explain how my wetting interacts with my gender fluid experience.

 

My interest in omorashi  began around the age of 13/14.  Of course, I did not know the word then. in fact I didn't know there even was a word for my fascination with the thought of girls peeing and even wetting themselves. Like many others who develop this fascination, i thought I must be the only one. It was not long before my fascination led me to experiment with wetting myself, just to see what it felt like. I found it very enjoyable and started to do it regularly when I got the chance. 

So - at first I was wetting as a boy (though sometimes with the fantasy that a girl was wetting herself sitting in my lap!). One day though, I realised that, while wetting myself, I was imagining that i actually was a girl. I found that curiously thrilling and from then on, more and more when i wet myself, I was wetting "as a girl". Before long I had managed to "acquire" two pairs of girl's knickers (from a department store!) and from then on they were my sole wetting garments. I could make myself a "skirt" my wrapping an old towel round myself and holding it up with a belt or safety pins so that I felt more like a girl.  Again, I had no words to describe to myself what I was actually doing - I just knew that crossing this gender boundary was both very exciting and very confusing. I was sure no other boys imagined being girls and even more sure that no other boys played at wetting themselves - especially doing it  in girls' clothes.

 

What I didn't write about was what had started that interest in girls wetting. I was out in the park with a mixed group of kids my age, pasing round a bottle of cider, when one of the girls (the one I rather fancied)  became restless, crossing her legs and squirming a little. All of a sudden I found myself remembering an incident in my last year at primary school when the girl sitting next to me was wriggling and squirming just like this just  before wetting her knickers.

It was with a shock that I suddenly realised that I wanted this girl to "have an accident in her knickers". I didn't know why but I found the thought very exciting and I was disappointed when she suddenly said she had to go and hurriedly left. That night, in bed, i let my imagination run riot as I fantasised that she had wet her knickers into the grass and that I was the only one who saw.

I soon realised that imagining a girl wetting her knickers was just about my favourite fantasy and often when I  looked at a girl I fancied I would imagine her wetting herself. That was when I  started wetting myself and found that it felt good. I started imagining it was a girl wetting her knickers in my lap which relieved me of the shame of me wetting myself.The first few times she was "having an accident" but then I started to assume that maybe wetting felt as good for her as it did for me and her imagined wettings became less accidental. That was how I started to imagine I was the girl wetting herself and  how that became first choice wetting fantasy. As you will see in that post, nowadays I'm not imagining I'm female. I'm gender fluid and I move between male and female experiences of myself.

I've been enjoying this fetish (and I'm happy to call it that) for over 50 years now. I had one brief period around the age of 20 when I sterted to feel guilty about wetting and I tried to give it up but it was a bit like telling myself "don't think of elephants". The more I tried not to think about it the more I did think about it. Eventually I just had to accept that I had this strange fetish and try to live with it. Before long I was enjoying it even more than I had before and I haven't looked back since!

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