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Hi, why you are peeing yourself? When did you recognize that you wanted to pee yourself again or you just have accidents and then you fall in love with your puddle. Love to hear your experiences greetings

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Heyo! Well the why is for the pleasure of how it feels and the thrill of doing something I'm "not supposed to." As for the how i got into it, probably like a number of others: porn. When i hit puberty rather late, around 14, and started just looking through various non-vanilla types of porn. One of the first was actually of women wetting themselves and enjoying it. And i had enjoyed watching it. One day i got to wondering what it must be like and how enjoyable it must really be. The thought kind of stuck for months everytime i watched it, till finally one night i decided i had to try it. I waited the next day holding it all night till after my mom had gone to sleep. I started pretty simple with an easy to play off scenario in case my mom did wake up and found me after. I sat on the toilet having "forgot" to pull my underwear down. Took a minute to get over i was going wet. But once i started, i couldn't stop. It was just absolute bliss and been doing it ever since

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3 hours ago, Viralwolfe13 said:

Heyo! Well the why is for the pleasure of how it feels and the thrill of doing something I'm "not supposed to." As for the how i got into it, probably like a number of others: porn. When i hit puberty rather late, around 14, and started just looking through various non-vanilla types of porn. One of the first was actually of women wetting themselves and enjoying it. And i had enjoyed watching it. One day i got to wondering what it must be like and how enjoyable it must really be. The thought kind of stuck for months everytime i watched it, till finally one night i decided i had to try it. I waited the next day holding it all night till after my mom had gone to sleep. I started pretty simple with an easy to play off scenario in case my mom did wake up and found me after. I sat on the toilet having "forgot" to pull my underwear down. Took a minute to get over i was going wet. But once i started, i couldn't stop. It was just absolute bliss and been doing it ever since

Great, such a good story

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I'm less into the holding and desperation, and more into the act of release/wetting, and I think it started when I was a kid. Mum used to be okay with us wetting our swimming trunks while in the sea. She used to say it didn't matter, because they're already wet. From then on, I've wet in the sea whenever I can. There were a couple of things that turned it into a sexual thing, for me. The first thing was the most obvious: pee comes from the same part of the body. The second factor was, as a kid, seeing more than one girl wet herself on the beach, during holidays. On one occasion, a girl had come back to her parents from the sea. She was naked, and her mum picked up a towel and pulled the girl towards her, to dry her. The girl took one step and immediately started peeing - it just erupted from her, in a strong jet, arcing down onto the sand. I can't remember how old I was when I saw this, but the image stuck in my mind, and I often found myself remembering it and fantasising about other scenarios with girls wetting themselves. I used to imagine them doing it in their swimsuits, rather than when naked, or about them doing it like me: in the sea, where no one can tell. Ever since puberty, my favourite fantasy has always been of women wetting their bikinis. I only have to see a photo of a woman crotch-deep in the sea, to begin fantasising that she's secretly wetting herself as the photo is being taken.

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57 minutes ago, d418 said:

I'm less into the holding and desperation, and more into the act of release/wetting, and I think it started when I was a kid. Mum used to be okay with us wetting our swimming trunks while in the sea. She used to say it didn't matter, because they're already wet. From then on, I've wet in the sea whenever I can. There were a couple of things that turned it into a sexual thing, for me. The first thing was the most obvious: pee comes from the same part of the body. The second factor was, as a kid, seeing more than one girl wet herself on the beach, during holidays. On one occasion, a girl had come back to her parents from the sea. She was naked, and her mum picked up a towel and pulled the girl towards her, to dry her. The girl took one step and immediately started peeing - it just erupted from her, in a strong jet, arcing down onto the sand. I can't remember how old I was when I saw this, but the image stuck in my mind, and I often found myself remembering it and fantasising about other scenarios with girls wetting themselves. I used to imagine them doing it in their swimsuits, rather than when naked, or about them doing it like me: in the sea, where no one can tell. Ever since puberty, my favourite fantasy has always been of women wetting their bikinis. I only have to see a photo of a woman crotch-deep in the sea, to begin fantasising that she's secretly wetting herself as the photo is being taken.

Lovely🤗

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I think there were two other things that reinforced the sexual element, for me, and turned it into a more general enjoyment of wetting than simply doing it in my trunks, in the sea. The first is a vague memory that I can't pin down to a particular occasion or age. I was in the toilets, urinating, wearing shorts which were wet from swimming, and I was alone in there. As I my bladder was almost empty, on a sudden impulse, I tucked myself back into my shorts and finished my wee in there. The second one is more specific: it is of the first time I ejaculated while awake. I had done it before while asleep, in wet dreams, but never while awake and never being aware what the feeling was. I just thought I had been peeing, and that the sensation was unusually enjoyable (I used to wet the bed until about the age of 13, hence the belief that my night-time wet dreams were of myself wetting). One day, I was out walking in some fields near my house and I could feel a need to pee. I decided I wanted it to feel like wetting, so I crawled under a bush, removed my trousers and lay face-down on the ground in my underwear. The feeling of needing to pee, and the knowledge that I was going to do it in my underwear, gave me an erection, but no pee came. I stayed there for a long time, trying to make my pee come, but it didn't. Then I discovered that if I moved my hips back and forth slightly, I could get a sensation which felt like a need to pee. I did this for some time, and the need gradually got stronger, but when what I thought was a pee finally happened, instead of one long spurt, it was that same, highly enjoyable, series of short spurts that I'd been having in my dreams. It was when I looked at my underwear and saw that what had come out was white and slippery, rather than yellow and wet, that I finally put the jigsaw together and realised I had ejaculated. Ever since then, ejaculating and wetting have been closely associated in my mind. So much so that, the first time I ever had sex without a condom, the enjoyment was as much because of imagining that I was being allowed to wet myself, as because of feeling her skin next to mine.

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1 hour ago, d418 said:

I think there were two other things that reinforced the sexual element, for me, and turned it into a more general enjoyment of wetting than simply doing it in my trunks, in the sea. The first is a vague memory that I can't pin down to a particular occasion or age. I was in the toilets, urinating, wearing shorts which were wet from swimming, and I was alone in there. As I my bladder was almost empty, on a sudden impulse, I tucked myself back into my shorts and finished my wee in there. The second one is more specific: it is of the first time I ejaculated while awake. I had done it before while asleep, in wet dreams, but never while awake and never being aware what the feeling was. I just thought I had been peeing, and that the sensation was unusually enjoyable (I used to wet the bed until about the age of 13, hence the belief that my night-time wet dreams were of myself wetting). One day, I was out walking in some fields near my house and I could feel a need to pee. I decided I wanted it to feel like wetting, so I crawled under a bush, removed my trousers and lay face-down on the ground in my underwear. The feeling of needing to pee, and the knowledge that I was going to do it in my underwear, gave me an erection, but no pee came. I stayed there for a long time, trying to make my pee come, but it didn't. Then I discovered that if I moved my hips back and forth slightly, I could get a sensation which felt like a need to pee. I did this for some time, and the need gradually got stronger, but when what I thought was a pee finally happened, instead of one long spurt, it was that same, highly enjoyable, series of short spurts that I'd been having in my dreams. It was when I looked at my underwear and saw that what had come out was white and slippery, rather than yellow and wet, that I finally put the jigsaw together and realised I had ejaculated. Ever since then, ejaculating and wetting have been closely associated in my mind. So much so that, the first time I ever had sex without a condom, the enjoyment was as much because of imagining that I was being allowed to wet myself, as because of feeling her skin next to mine.

Nice, it looks like you're a proud wetter. I was imagining it for a long before i do it. Saddly still only 1 accident bud i do it on purpose and love it the wet feel and how it smells. I was peed myself until i was 4 years old and only when i was awake. I didn't feel any desperation and than it comes out many times when i was outside and peed myself. 

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I don't know when I started, except that it was in infancy, as was my bedwetting. I stopped both before school started, and I don't remember how that was done. I do remember the relief I got when I realised that if I pissed on my belly and upper thighs while sitting on the toilet, no-one would ever know I'd had the pleasure. Things just escalated from there. I started shitting myself at 13, and wetting my bed again at 22 when I got my own bed and did my own laundry. I regard wetting other people's beds deliberately as unacceptable, and until then, I had been living at home or boarding.

 

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When I was growing up I was always fascinated by people that were desperate or peeing themselves.  This interest peaked when I started school and saw several boys and girls be desperate and peeing themselves when not allowed to go the bathroom.  After I was potty trained I kept wetting the bed on purpose just bed just because I liked it (when I wasn't in bed I would pee my pants when I started laughing too hard (even though I could hold it most of the time).  In school (only elementary grades up to 3rd grade) I would wait until I was bursting to request permission to go and would just wet myself (not everyday but some of the time) and when classmates found out that I tended to pee myself while laughing they would tickle me until I did (I remember I had 3, only one was a true accident).  When I was in 7th grade a girl peed her pants in class and at that point it became sexual for me.  I'm in my late 30s right now and the fetish is showing no sign of slowing down.

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On 10/29/2021 at 5:56 PM, d418 said:

I think there were two other things that reinforced the sexual element, for me, and turned it into a more general enjoyment of wetting than simply doing it in my trunks, in the sea. The first is a vague memory that I can't pin down to a particular occasion or age. I was in the toilets, urinating, wearing shorts which were wet from swimming, and I was alone in there. As I my bladder was almost empty, on a sudden impulse, I tucked myself back into my shorts and finished my wee in there. The second one is more specific: it is of the first time I ejaculated while awake. I had done it before while asleep, in wet dreams, but never while awake and never being aware what the feeling was. I just thought I had been peeing, and that the sensation was unusually enjoyable (I used to wet the bed until about the age of 13, hence the belief that my night-time wet dreams were of myself wetting). One day, I was out walking in some fields near my house and I could feel a need to pee. I decided I wanted it to feel like wetting, so I crawled under a bush, removed my trousers and lay face-down on the ground in my underwear. The feeling of needing to pee, and the knowledge that I was going to do it in my underwear, gave me an erection, but no pee came. I stayed there for a long time, trying to make my pee come, but it didn't. Then I discovered that if I moved my hips back and forth slightly, I could get a sensation which felt like a need to pee. I did this for some time, and the need gradually got stronger, but when what I thought was a pee finally happened, instead of one long spurt, it was that same, highly enjoyable, series of short spurts that I'd been having in my dreams. It was when I looked at my underwear and saw that what had come out was white and slippery, rather than yellow and wet, that I finally put the jigsaw together and realised I had ejaculated. Ever since then, ejaculating and wetting have been closely associated in my mind. So much so that, the first time I ever had sex without a condom, the enjoyment was as much because of imagining that I was being allowed to wet myself, as because of feeling her skin next to mine.

All my wet dreams during my teenage years had me in the dream peeing in my pants, it was never about sex per se

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1 hour ago, John_John said:

All my wet dreams during my teenage years had me in the dream peeing in my pants, it was never about sex per se

Mine seemed to be about peeing, but they always seemed to involve naked women somehow. On one occasion, I even dreamed of sitting in one of those old tin baths, on a public footpath not far from my house, in the company of a naked girl with dark, curly hair who let me put my hand on her pubic hair. Years later, my first wife (who was also my first serious girlfriend and the first woman I had sex with) had dark, curly hair. Spooky?

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2 hours ago, Gatorsandgeese said:

The idea of desperation and wetting really took hold of me through puberty. Memorably, around 12-13, I was really into writing fiction and forum based role playing, and if I was able to sneak bedwetting or accidents into my writing, I’d inevitably find my pussy SOAKED when I got up out of my seat. Took years after that to work out how to masturbate but I knew I loved the tingly slippery feeling in my panties when I thought about omo. This stuff turned me on before sex did. 

Nice, so do you also wet yourself? Or just fiction or imagination

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9 hours ago, Gatorsandgeese said:

The idea of desperation and wetting really took hold of me through puberty. Memorably, around 12-13, I was really into writing fiction and forum based role playing, and if I was able to sneak bedwetting or accidents into my writing, I’d inevitably find my pussy SOAKED when I got up out of my seat. Took years after that to work out how to masturbate but I knew I loved the tingly slippery feeling in my panties when I thought about omo. This stuff turned me on before sex did. 

That was about the age when I started writing fiction, and at first mine was ALL about girls peeing and wetting themselves. I would find ways of making them have wetting accidents, or else give them semi-reasonable excuses to wet on purpose. I even used to cut photos out of the lingerie section of old mail-order catalogues, stick them in the exercise books that I used for writing, and colour them in to look as if the woman had wet herself. My writing is more mainstream, now, but I still occasionally write this kind of story, or else find ways of putting scenes of that nature into other stories.

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I found at an early age that I loved the feeling of peeing my pants.. Didn't realize that there were so many people like me that enjoyed the feeling until I got a computer and started finding pics of people who were or had pissed their pants and enjoying the feeling.. Discovered Omorashi and realized this is the place for me...

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I didn't know it was a kink until much later in life. But when I first hit puberty, I had a fascination with peeing my pants a little. Not by much, just letting out a few drops in my underwear. Maybe until a small wet spot was visible on the crotch.

I then brought it into school, where I would pee my uniform shorts bit by bit throughout the day.  I would rarely be seen without a small damp patch on them. But no one seemed to notice so I kept doing it.😝

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When I was a kid I used to stuff toilet paper into my underwear and pee myself a little bit at a time. I enjoyed it. It wasn't sexual at that point, but it just felt good. I didn't really do it again once I got older. It was years before I thought about it again. Then I thought about it again sometime after turning 18 and occasionally would stuff paper towels into my briefs and wet myself a little bit and it would turn me on. I also I really enjoyed the sensation of a full bladder and losing control of it. As I got older I indulged more and more...peeing in my clothes deliberately in the shower and occasionally buying diapers to pee in, in private. I would sometimes pee on purpose while masturbating and it felt so good. Eventually I indulged more and more until I was watching wetting porn, holding, and peeing myself deliberately on a more regular basis. Eventually I found this forum and now I can indulge even more.

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I think like most have already said, my first experiences came as a young kid where I had a couple of wet accidents waiting for the bathroom to become available.  I think the idea of it being frowned upon to wet myself coupled with being potty trained effectively pretty young so I didn't have routine accidents as a kid made it seem like a naughty world to experience.  On top of that I always seemed to be intrigued by the 1 or 2 girls a year who’d have an accident in class and as I got older (around 12-13) I began wanting to feel it and experimented with bring old underwear into the shower so I could pee in them before I showered.  By then I could feel that I was actually turned on by it and privately embraced be into Omo as a fetish.  

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To be honest I'm not really sure. One day I just happened to find some porn videos of women wetting themselves, it inspired an interest in me that I didn't previously know I had, and it all went from there. 

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When I was really young I had a few "accidents" that people didn't notice, at that point it wasn't sexual I just enjoyed doing it. I remember when I was like 8, I used to hold it as long as possible at school and then go to the bathroom and let some out into my black jeans before I peed in the urinals. I also remember that whenever I could get away with using youtube unsupervised I'd look up videos of people peeing their pants, just because they were fun to watch and not because I did anything sexual with them.

It was probably when I was 12 or 13 that it started becoming more sexual, I used to pee through my underwear into the toilet and get hard doing it, or let out spurts during soccer games in the rain since I knew no one could notice. A short bit after I discovered wetting porn and from then on I've never looked back.

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This is a very, very long story, but it goes back as far as I can remember. These are just a couple of signs that I've noticed when looking back on my childhood. Here are a few of my earliest experiences (AKA my omo origin story):

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I remember when I was around 3 or so I had a lot of anxiety around potty training, because I was afraid of falling in if I sat on the toilet and I preferred being able to go whenever and wherever I wanted and not worry about having an accident. I also had a huge fascination with pee at the time and enjoyed the sensations that came along with it. Around this time, when I was being encouraged to get out of diapers, I was exposed to a lot of media related to potty training. (Books, video tapes, etc.) And while I was still unwilling and resistant to it, I found the topic itself to be very "interesting", to a degree I even knew at the time was unusual compared to others. I noticed I had a "weird feeling" whenever I saw anything related to pee and knew I wanted to see more of it. 

Also, during this process, was when I started holding and noticed it felt good. After being told I had a limited number of pull-ups left before I'd have to switch to underwear, I decided to use them very carefully so I'd run out slower. In my mind, this meant peeing as infrequently as I could manage so I could stay dry and make each usage "count". Unfortunately, this actually led to having to go to the pediatrician because I had refused to drink enough fluids and wound up getting mildly dehydrated. (Yes, I was that stubborn.) I also used to hold it in the bathtub and press on my bladder for fun and try not to let anything come out.

As I got a little older, maybe around 5 or so, I started experimenting with holding some more. Sometimes unintentionally, where I'd be playing or watching TV and wind up barely making it once I noticed my need. Other times, on purpose, due to shyness, be that at school or when we had guests over the house. For whatever reason, I felt that it would be terribly embarassing to even ask to go to the bathroom or draw any sort of attention to my need and that it would be inappropriate to do so when there were other things going on. So, whenever we had family over the house, I would hold it for hours until they left because I would have to go past them through the kitchen to get to the bathroom and they would see me go in. I guess I was worried I'd get teased or something for having to go so I kept it hidden. But anyways, while doing this, I would sort of bounce on the couch to try to hold it in, and I suppose the motion of that may have crossed a few wires in my mind. 

And, around this time, I also had another experience which was the first time I recognized a feeling that was akin to arousal. I was laying face down on the couch and watching a cartoon where they showed a character who was desperate and I noticed that it caused a physical sensation. At the time I wasn't sure if watching it was making me have to pee, too, but I discovered the feeling was distinct from that and coming from a different place. That's when I made the connection that seeing desperation, either on screen or in person, would cause that strange sort of feeling.

Because of this holding habit I had, I also had a lot of close calls, mostly when coming home from school and one really memorable time at a movie theatre where I *just* made it. Then, when I was 7, I had my first accident, as a result of holding too long. I remember pacing around the kitchen, knowing I really had to go, but refusing to go and do it. Partly out of curiousity or just enjoying what it felt like, and partly because I was in the middle of watching a movie and didn't want to walk away and miss anything. I had these waves of urgency like I never felt before but I kept fighting back against them and that felt really good. Eventually, though, enough was enough and I decided I had to go *now*. And on my way to the bathroom, I suddenly froze in place and completely soaked myself. The whole thing really caught me by surprise and happened without any warning. I was actually disappointed in a way that I didn't make it, as I really wanted to watch and hear the stream after holding it that long and I felt it was a missed oppurtunity. But the total loss of control was unlike anything I had ever experienced and so was the relief. I just stood there, completely frozen, at the total mercy of my bladder, unable to stop until I was completely empty.  Afterward, I was really ashamed though, and felt bad for my mother for having to clean up the mess. Luckily she reassured me that "accidents happen", in spite of the fact that it could've been easily prevented had I acted sooner. I felt a little guilty knowing that my "accident" was kind of on purpose, but couldn't deny that the relief aspect had been amazing. It sort of re-inforced the idea that holding and then releasing a full bladder was one of the best sensations one could experience.

My fascination with pee continued (obviously) in the years to come.  Now, as for when I discovered the words for my "interest" and that it was in fact a fetish, that happened when I was 13. I had recently learnt to masturbate but I hadn't yet figured out what to think about while I did it. And one day, for whatever reason, something pee-related crossed my mind and I realized it made the whole thing much easier lol. And then it was like "Oh. Wait...That's what that feeling was! That must turn me on." So...yeah. I got curious and went on a search for desperation content on YouTube and such and eventually stumbled across the term "omorashi". And from then on...I was hooked. The rest is history.

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