Becoming a Wetter, part 4  (g-solo, mg, gg, inc, ws, hum?)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary: A young woman explains her fascination with peeing…



SUMMER BETWEEN FIRST GRADE AND SECOND GRADE


When the school year ended my older brother and me went back to using the drain 
next the water heater in the basement as our toilet whenever we had to pee 
during the day.  We basically picked up where we had left off: removing our 
shorts and peeing through our undies while standing over the drain.  

I told my brother about the time near the end of the school year when I peed 
my pants during recess while it was raining.  He was surprised and said he 
couldn’t believe I “did it on purpose at school.”  I lied telling him that “I 
had to pee and it just kinda happened” which I think he might have actually 
half believed.  He asked how it was, and I told him about “the ‘warm wetness’ 
in my pants and the ‘cool wetness’ everywhere else.”  He said that “sounded 
neat” and he was “gonna try it the next time” he was outside in the rain.  
Ultimately, my brother never managed to be outside when it was raining that 
summer, so he didn't get to try it.

***

Since the girl who’d wet her pants during class only lived two blocks over, we 
got to spend a fair amount of time together over the summer.  

While at her house she let me try peeing in the places she had peed in.  She 
had talked about how fun peeing directly into her cat’s litter box was; it 
wasn’t bad, but it was kinda uncomfortable squatting over the litter box with 
my feet far enough apart that I wasn’t standing in the litter box.  The 
trashcan in the garage would have been fun if the trashcan hadn’t smelled like 
garbage.  The two places she peed in the attic were much better.  The sound of 
the pee running down the inside of the pair of old rubber boots was neat, and 
since there were two boots, we could pee at the same time.  Sitting with my 
bare butt on a towel laid out on the attic floor was even better: I could feel 
the warm wetness of the pee all around my butt and upper legs...  

***

The first time I went to her house might have been the most fun.  Since I 
figured we were gonna pee our pants at least once, I made sure to wear black 
shorts so nobody’d be able to see that my pants were wet.  The minute we got 
to her room she asked if I wanted to try peeing my pants while sitting in her 
toy chest.  I asked if it would make her toys smell like pee; she said so long 
as she “only did it once every few weeks nobody’d notice.”  When she opened 
the lid of her toy box I did notice a really faint pee smell, but since she 
said “nobody’d notice the smell” I figured it was better to pretend that I 
hadn’t noticed it: if I’d said something she might have decided I shouldn’t 
try peeing my pants while sitting in it.  

I lifted the bottom of my shirt up a little and sat on top of the toys in her 
toybox.  The way the toys were poking up at my butt and upper legs felt kinda 
weird; but since she had said it was great I didn’t hold back.  I let loose a 
fast hard stream of pee that I knew was basically just shooting through my 
undies and shorts.  It was odd, my shorts and undies got really wet in the 
areas where the toys were poking against my butt and upper legs, but the rest 
of my shorts and undies seemed to stay almost completely dry.  When I 
mentioned it to her, she told me that was why she thought it was “so great.”  
I was kinda confused until she explained that she could “control what parts of 
her pants would be wet just by sitting in different areas of the toybox.”  Now 
that was a fun/neat idea.

After I finished peeing my pants while sitting in her toybox, I asked why she 
tried it the first time.  She explained that one day when she was three she’d 
had to pee real bad when she got out of bed in the morning and she knew she 
wasn’t gonna make it to the bathroom, so since her toybox was a box with a 
bottom and sides it wouldn’t make a big mess if she peed in it.

That made sense and all, but it didn’t explain why she wore her pants when she 
did it; so I asked about that.  She went on to explain that she couldn’t seem 
to be able to get her undies down, so she just sat on the toybox with them on 
and peed in them.  

***

Every couple weeks one of us would sleep over at the other’s house.  Those 
overnight visits were pretty much repeats of that first time she had spent the 
night at my house: both of us wearing undies and pajamas that belonged to 
whoever’s house we were at, us pressed against each other in the bed, and both 
of us wetting the bed on purpose before going to sleep.  We’d usually wet the 
bed together again after waking up before getting out of bed.
 
***

All through the summer I continued occasionally peeing on the carpet in the 
corner of my bedroom.  I also peed in the closet a few times; but for whatever 
reason I didn’t find that to be particularly fun.  

I continued wetting the bed on my own about once a week, somehow my parents 
never noticed.