wtv 62 Posted January 19, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted January 19, 2021 Hey guys! It's my first time posting an experience here in its own topic. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if this is hard to read, or the text doesn't really flow naturally, or if it's lacking in detail - it happened 20 years ago, so I did my best to recall everything. It's basically one of my many "origin stories" about how I found out I had a wetting fetish. - One afternoon I was at the mall with my nanny, Chrissy, and I must've been about 4-5 years old. I remember being sad that day, so she took me for a Happy Meal and a movie. After drinking lots of soda or juice or whatever it was that I liked to drink back then, we finally made our way to the bathroom - only to be greeted by a major queue ahead of us, since apparently only one of the stalls was working at the time. I was far from desperate yet, but it was getting uncomfortable, and I started crying when I realized how much I'd have to wait. Back then I really hated the feeling of having a full bladder, and one of my deepest-rooted fears was wetting myself in public, for some reason. Most women in the back of the queue immediately took pity on such a young child, and rushed me to the front of the line - problem was, only one of the women didn't agree to let me go first. She was third next to use the only working stall, and told us there was "absolutely no way" she'd let me go up front. It made me feel a bit hurt that she acted that way, as in my childish, entitled perception, she was just being mean to me for no reason at all, and I quietly whimpered a bit more over it (yes, I was a spoiled brat, nightmare of a child). As the minutes went by, however, and I was standing right behind this young woman, I realized she was squirming a lot, legs locked together. Eventually I realized why she didn't let me go first, just as she started dancing in place and crossing and uncrossing her legs. She put both hands deep in her crotch and at one point she literally bent over, moaning shallowly. I'd never seen an adult do this "potty dance" thing before, and it immediately picked my interest. For the sake of imagination: she looked a lot like Jennifer Connelly in Labyrinth and, bizarrely enough, was also wearing a similar outfit (blue jeans and a flowy white blouse). With it being one of my favorite movies at the time, it just made me pay even more attention to her. I was just transxified by her struggle, the way she kept twisting her body around to help hold it in. I remember thinking it was such an odd situation, an adult needing the bathroom so badly they wouldn't let little me go first, and it was also exciting somehow. It made me forget about my own need almost completely. If I'd been crying earlier because of the wait, part of me now wished it would take even longer so I'd get to see a Grown-Up have an accident - of course, back then, I just thought it would be "funny". The whole scene went on for a few more minutes, with all the tell-tale signs that someone is really just hanging on by a thread. I remember her dancing in place with such clarity it's a bit disturbing. At some point she leaned against the wall, and did this thing that's been etched in my mind since then - with one hand stuffed deep into her crotch, she squatted down, using her other hand to pull on the waistband of her jeans so they'd put more pressure on her peehole. I was so excited to see it all unfold I couldn't even speak. Eventually her turn came and she went into the stall, and I became a bit heartbroken that that was it. My nanny said something I can't remember exactly, but probably along the lines of "not long now, it's almost our turn" or something like that. But the girl wouldn't come out of the stall. I don't know if it was just my childish perception of time at play here, but I could swear she lasted longer than every single woman who went in before her. When she did eventually come out, she had her eyes pinned to the ground and her face all red, cheeks streaked with tears. There was a huge dark-blue wet patch on her jeans, roughly the size of a basketball, distributed evenly across both her thighs and her crotch. I audibly gasped, and didn't even wait until she was out of the bathroom to tug on my nanny's hand and all but scream "SO SHE DID GO IN HER PANTS!" (again, nightmare of a child). Chrissy was super embarassed and tried to sush me and rush me into the stall as quickly as possible. I remember her telling me that this was the reason why the girl didn't let me go first when I was crying, and we talked a bit about it in the stall, but I can't recall what we said. I just remember feeling a strange type of superiority over that young woman when I finally left the bathroom as well. I kept thinking I was only 4-5 years old and hadn't even wet my panties, while she looked like she was in her late teens/very early twenties and still had an accident in front of everyone. For several weeks afterwards I couldn't shut about about what happened that afternoon, telling it to everyone I knew like it was some sort of funny joke or anectode. Of course, now I know why I was so interested in it in the first place. daisyduke, Medinapee, skywalker58 and 13 others 16 Quote Link to comment
Guest Nils JD Posted January 19, 2021 Share Posted January 19, 2021 Wow, that's so interesting to see people who had omo-related experiences in their childhood. I never really had one, but I've had that fascination for pee and wetting as long as I can remember anyway, so I can't really tell it's origin. One side question if you allow: Are you by any chance from Germany? Your writing got German vibes, lol. Just curious... Quote Link to comment
kpeepants 32 Posted January 20, 2021 Share Posted January 20, 2021 I remember having many sightings as a kid and I think that was what originally got my interest peeked in this fetish. I had a classmate in kindergarten named Josh who went himself nearly every day. i remember sitting on the floor near him for story time and by the story time was over, he stood up with wet gray shorts (front and back). he mostly wore blue jean cut off shorts, sometimes darker blue and other times lighter blue. i was always fascinated, one that he always was peeing his pants, and two how the different clothes looked wet. josh generally always wet after lunchtime and was usually dry by the time school was over. I remember the teacher asking him why he didnt' ask to use the rest room. one day he wore his light colored blue jean shorts, and he actually asked the teacher to use the rest room. I was taken aback by this. a few minutes later he emerged from the restroom with the shorts soaked in pee. the teacher asked if he forgot to pull them down. I also had 2 boys in my neighbor hood around my age and maybe a few years younger. one kid occationally wet himself, named Mikey, but the other seemed to do it nearly daily, named Brent. Brent loved fishing with a group of us boys during the summer, and he was always wet but he never seems to have a large wet patch in his blue jeans, i think he slowly squirted all day. in fact there were times the wet patch faded and dryed out and a little bit later it was wet again- the wet spots varied in size but never really larger then a softball. I was always looking to see if he was wet. after Josh peeked my interest in kindergarten, i was really interested in why Brent was always wetting his pants. Brent was probably 7 and I was about 9. I ended up trying it a few times, both riding my bike and sometime in my bathsuit sitting on the toilet. as the years went on Brent wet himslef less, but i remember wrestling with him one day after school. he had white short that you could tell were peed in previously because they had the slightly yellow patches on them. I remember tickling him trying to make him pee again. i remember having him pinned to the ground with one leg back. his white shorts were dry at the time but i remember smelling pee from the yellow patches. later that afternoon i recall thinking about when he pee himself. Lastly was Mikey, he was 9 or 10 and I was 12 at this time. i remember him wearing large shiny white shorts, like soccer adidas, and we were playing 4 square. he kept grabbing himself and putting his legs together. i could not really tell if he was peeing or not, but i was fascinate that he didnt' call time out and run to the bathroom. I only saw him actually wet his pants twice. the most vivid was when he was walking home from the school bus, and I was helping my mom carry groceries. Mikey was walking home casually with with his headphones on and smiled and waved my way. we was wearing teal green shorts and similar colored and white striped shirt. not even 3 minutes later he emerged from around the side of his house pulling his shirt down, trying to cover his very large dark wet spot on the front of his shorts. he saw me and went back home. I had to get over there to see why he peed his pants! I figured maybe he was locked out and could not make it. i carried in the last grocery bag and ran over there. he was standing in his dining room at the table with his back to me, obviously not locked out! I could see that the pee had gone down the inseem of his thighs and also up around the back of his butt from the backside angle. he seemed to be doing a craft at the table probably not wanting to turn around and expose the damage. i finally got him to turn around and the wet spot was dramatically more faded then about 5 minutes earlier. i was wondering why if he had an accident he didn't changed, so i asked him if his pants were wet. he said he guesses they were, probably because today was "field day" and they were throwing water balloons. I played dumb and said oh cool, bet that was fun. another neighbor boy came to the door and Mikey went to the sink and poured water over his head, and let it drip down his head onto his shirt and even sprinkled it on the shorts, not one seemed to notice by this time. his mom came home and saw his wet shirt and short and told him to go change. I guess he got away with it! that night i went home and peed my shorts in my room, and a few minutes later had my first orgasm. I was mortified and mostly paralyzed, but what an awesome feeling. I think subconsciously I was associate the two now as an adult. wetaccident, BENAir01 and nonny 2 1 Quote Link to comment
BENAir01 601 Posted January 20, 2021 Share Posted January 20, 2021 26 minutes ago, kpeepants said: I remember having many sightings as a kid and I think that was what originally got my interest peeked in this fetish. I had a classmate in kindergarten named Josh who went himself nearly every day. i remember sitting on the floor near him for story time and by the story time was over, he stood up with wet gray shorts (front and back). he mostly wore blue jean cut off shorts, sometimes darker blue and other times lighter blue. i was always fascinated, one that he always was peeing his pants, and two how the different clothes looked wet. josh generally always wet after lunchtime and was usually dry by the time school was over. I remember the teacher asking him why he didnt' ask to use the rest room. one day he wore his light colored blue jean shorts, and he actually asked the teacher to use the rest room. I was taken aback by this. a few minutes later he emerged from the restroom with the shorts soaked in pee. the teacher asked if he forgot to pull them down. I also had 2 boys in my neighbor hood around my age and maybe a few years younger. one kid occationally wet himself, named Mikey, but the other seemed to do it nearly daily, named Brent. Brent loved fishing with a group of us boys during the summer, and he was always wet but he never seems to have a large wet patch in his blue jeans, i think he slowly squirted all day. in fact there were times the wet patch faded and dryed out and a little bit later it was wet again- the wet spots varied in size but never really larger then a softball. I was always looking to see if he was wet. after Josh peeked my interest in kindergarten, i was really interested in why Brent was always wetting his pants. Brent was probably 7 and I was about 9. I ended up trying it a few times, both riding my bike and sometime in my bathsuit sitting on the toilet. as the years went on Brent wet himslef less, but i remember wrestling with him one day after school. he had white short that you could tell were peed in previously because they had the slightly yellow patches on them. I remember tickling him trying to make him pee again. i remember having him pinned to the ground with one leg back. his white shorts were dry at the time but i remember smelling pee from the yellow patches. later that afternoon i recall thinking about when he pee himself. Lastly was Mikey, he was 9 or 10 and I was 12 at this time. i remember him wearing large shiny white shorts, like soccer adidas, and we were playing 4 square. he kept grabbing himself and putting his legs together. i could not really tell if he was peeing or not, but i was fascinate that he didnt' call time out and run to the bathroom. I only saw him actually wet his pants twice. the most vivid was when he was walking home from the school bus, and I was helping my mom carry groceries. Mikey was walking home casually with with his headphones on and smiled and waved my way. we was wearing teal green shorts and similar colored and white striped shirt. not even 3 minutes later he emerged from around the side of his house pulling his shirt down, trying to cover his very large dark wet spot on the front of his shorts. he saw me and went back home. I had to get over there to see why he peed his pants! I figured maybe he was locked out and could not make it. i carried in the last grocery bag and ran over there. he was standing in his dining room at the table with his back to me, obviously not locked out! I could see that the pee had gone down the inseem of his thighs and also up around the back of his butt from the backside angle. he seemed to be doing a craft at the table probably not wanting to turn around and expose the damage. i finally got him to turn around and the wet spot was dramatically more faded then about 5 minutes earlier. i was wondering why if he had an accident he didn't changed, so i asked him if his pants were wet. he said he guesses they were, probably because today was "field day" and they were throwing water balloons. I played dumb and said oh cool, bet that was fun. another neighbor boy came to the door and Mikey went to the sink and poured water over his head, and let it drip down his head onto his shirt and even sprinkled it on the shorts, not one seemed to notice by this time. his mom came home and saw his wet shirt and short and told him to go change. I guess he got away with it! that night i went home and peed my shorts in my room, and a few minutes later had my first orgasm. I was mortified and mostly paralyzed, but what an awesome feeling. I think subconsciously I was associate the two now as an adult. This is amazing! I love these kinds of stories, and imagining the psychology behind it and why those kids were like that, what was going through their mind, and what they did in private. Do you remember the other time you saw Mikey wet? Quote Link to comment
kpeepants 32 Posted January 20, 2021 Share Posted January 20, 2021 2 minutes ago, BENAir01 said: This is amazing! I love these kinds of stories, and imagining the psychology behind it and why those kids were like that, what was going through their mind, and what they did in private. Do you remember the other time you saw Mikey wet? the other time i saw him wet was very briefly, he had purple shorts and they were soaked but it had seemed to fade. i saw him walking outside toward his house as we parked the car, headlights on he walked right past us and that is how i could tell he was wet, but it was already dark and he went in the for night, and I did not see him wet after that. Quote Link to comment
Anna B 274 Posted January 21, 2021 Share Posted January 21, 2021 On 1/19/2021 at 2:33 PM, wtv said: It's my first time posting an experience here in its own topic. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if this is hard to read, or the text doesn't really flow naturally, or if it's lacking in detail Hi wtv, welcome! Definitely no need for you to apologise for the standard of your writing; it's excellent all round, and streets ahead of so, so many lazy sods for whom English IS their first language but they can't be bothered making an effort to do it right. Great story! That sighting certainly made a deep impression on you, for you to have remembered so much detail even at that young age. I can definitely understand why though; it would have been an amazing revelation for you to see a grown up girl (who at your age you would have assumed would have it all under control) so desperate that she was not only having to resort to "childish" techniques such as pee dancing and even holding herself, but even lost control and wet herself before she could get onto the toilet. I'd certainly love to hear more of your "origin stories" of events that have contributed to your fetish. Quote Link to comment
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