Posted by Anon4Ever on January 03, 2010 at 23:57 [87.13.80.25]
Dear Wetset community, after many years of lurking, I’ve finally decided to write down the story of how I got into this fetish.
Since I was in the first grades, I’ve always been fascinated with this stuff. However, I must admit that, in the beginning, I was more into what we would call “panty pissing” than anything else.
Thinking back, though, I suppose that even in kindergarten my fetish had been developing, because I was always trying to follow whoever had to pee/poop, in order to see (at an unconscious level, obviously) what would happen.
One of the earlier events that aroused my interest was the day my grandmother, during lunch with me and my grandfather, suddenly dropped her fork and got up with a terrified look on her eyes. She slowly waddled towards the bathroom, but after five or six steps she totally filled her underwears. I was asked to go and find a mop, then bring it to the bathroom: when I arrived I was greeted by an incredible mess.
My grandmother was who probably gave me the most memories, since she always took me with her and her husband when they went on holyday to an hotel on the mountains, and she had to took diuretics all the time in order to keep her hypertension under control. This meant that nearly everyday, while my grandfather was out looking for mushrooms, she would start frantically looking for a bathroom and ultimately pee herself. To this day, I think she is (she’s still alive, fortunately) a panty pisser, though not conscious about it. It always seemed to me that she would do it to somewhat please me, since she had probably understood that I was aroused by any kind of accident.
The day she pooped herself in the kitchen was a major turnpoint in my fetish, because it gave me the idea to ask my friends on their own accidents. My (then) best friend had a young sister who wasn’t really potty trained till she was 6 yo, and he was a mine of anecdotes about her deeds. While I was at his home, I even got to witness one of her accidents: during one of his Halloween parties, she came near me and asked to be taken to the toilet, because she was afraid of the people that were roaming around. However, she must have been really desperate, because she peed herself after just a few seconds of walking, leaving a trail behind.
My fetish didn’t advance further till 8th grade, when my father took home our first computer. Later, that year, I had what I can easily call one of my best ideas in my life. One day, I was alone in the house and my thoughts drifted towards a mean of finding pictures of accidents or things like that; I had already looked through all my books with pictures, but the research was a failure. My interest was spiked by my mother’s book called “Things that a parent should never do”, and its wonderful chapter about bedwetting.
My mind, then, was suddenly stricken by the mother of all ideas: I had a pc, and I had an internet connection, why not looking on Google for them. I raced to the pc, and began a search on Google, hoping to find at least one or two results (at the time, I thought no one could ever care to post such things anywhere). I was greeted by pages and pages of results. Saying I was in heaven would be an euphemism.
Just think that in the beginning I thought that the only way of finding any interesting stories was looking through all the boring potty training forums!!
When, an year later, I found that the internet hosted even sites with pictures, I nearly fainted at the thought of the time I had wasted.
Every day I indulged in the net’s secrets when my parents couldn’t see me, and the first real step that pushed my fetish was my decision to try and pee my pants during the summer, on a hot day.
The morning I tried it, I was shaking, because the potty training that was etched in my mind was trying with all its might to stop me. Thank God I was able to overcome it, and I enjoyed my first deliberate wetting.
That summer, I wasn’t able to pee myself more than a couple of times, because I was too much afraid of being caught. The same was for all the following summers, till the end of high school (though my ability to search the net greatly improved over the time, and I had already found many useful sites).
It was only during the 11th grade that I began to understand that I was more into panty pooping than pissing: I was evidently more aroused by it, and my first pooping videos, which came from the now long lost Lumito’s site, excited me a lot more than the thought of merely letting my pee drench my pants.
I swore to myself that I would have tried something when I would have been alone during my university years, and that’s what happened and is currently happening.
The first day I had the courage to try and see what would happen was at the end of the summer which preceded my entry into university. It was in the middle of August, I still remember it clearly.
I had read hundreds of accounts and “how it all began” around the net, and the best suggestion I had found was lining the underwears with paper in order to leave them clean. I wasted an awful lot of straps that time, but I was determined to be as cautious as possible. Excited and frightened at the same time, I went again through the old battle against my potty training, and was finally able to produce just a tiny nugget, enough to push my training at will into the recesses of the mind for the rest of my life.
I threw the giant ball of paper and the small lump of poop down the toilet, and obviously managed to clog it; however, the task of manually unclogging it was nothing, because the joy I was feeling at the time would have been enough to cover even a broken leg. I was happy as a clam, because I finally had overcome the last barrier, and the thought of my life alone just a few months away was like a hot bath during the coldest of days.
When I finally transferred to my own apartment, in another city, I was metaphorically ready to run on the street and sing.
During my first year of university, I was able to watch as many videos as I wanted, and I began to poop my pants on a regular basis, though always lining them with three handerchiefs since every Friday I would come home (and I still do) to see my parents and have my mother do the laundry (she prefers to do it by herself, so I can’t come home with stained underwears).
I wasted all the last year pooping my pants that way, when I finally thought “WTH, I could BUY some pants and keep them here and do what I want with them!!!!”. Yeah, no need to say I must be a bit on the retarded side. I perfectly know, thanks. It took me two years to give birth to such a simple idea. Two fricking years. The thought of all the times I had lost was nearly killing me, but who cares.
Skipping a boring amount of memories, let’s jump to the present day: I’m now a happy student in its third year of university, and I enjoy pooping my pants on a daily basis. I’m probably one of the happiest people in the world, because I’m finally able to satisfy my desire without having to resort to strange means in order to not be caught by anyone. Whenever I feel the need to fill my pants with a lump of poop, I just have to open my drawer, take out my special underwears, wear them in place of the regular ones, and go as soon as I feel ready. I have even tried many different postions!
Though a bit abruptly (my thumbs are aching), here ends the account of the development of my fetish.
Hoping you have enjoyed it,
Anon4Ever
p.s.: I’m Italian, that’s why the text is filled with repetitions and, probably, typos. Please bear with them.
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