Pee Fetish Origin Stories!

[TaintedLove]

Hi guys!  My associate Tru and I have come up with a grand idea.

We were on the IRC channel (Which is a great place to hang out BTW), and we got to discussing the origins of our pee fetishes.

It was a lovely time, but we had even more fun spicing it up by mixing our stories with origin stories from various forms of media.

What's that?  An example?  Why, sure!



When I was a very young child, only 8, I started to develop strange, exotic feelings.  Enjoyable, but totally foreign.  They were vastly different from the kind of feelings I got from whatever rudimentary crushes I had at the time, but still nice.  It was like I had discovered a whole new kind of fun, that was just for me.  Nobody else, and that kind of stuff appeals to you when you're a kid.  The only problem was that these feelings only came when I had a full bladder.  That was annoying as hell.

Now, this all culminated when my parents took me to a movie that was out at the time, called The Mask of Zorro.  It was a very good flick, one which I recommend even now, and I was (and still am) a huge fan of Antonio Banderas.  I remember that night well, especially the beautiful pearls my mother wore.  They were special, she said, because it was like they represented our family, and how if one link fell off, we'd fall apart.

As we left, I distinctly realized I had to pee, and sure enough, it felt nice.  Ironically, this was the first time I noticed the correlation between the good feelings, and needing to pee.  I was shocked, confused, and embarassed.  Naturally, of course, because even at that age I knew it was a weird thing to enjoy.  However, I wasn't able to enjoy it, as my parents and I were walking home, we decided to take a shortcut down an alley.  This was the biggest mistake of our lives.

This is because as we walked down that filthy alley, we were accosted by some degenerate mugger.  He demanded our valuables, in particular my mother's necklace.  Naturally, nature took its course, and my pants were almost instantly soaked.  There goes the last of any positive feeling.  My dad, absolute saint that he was, did his best to calm our assailant down, but eventually he shot them both dead, and left me there in the alley.  Didn't even take the money.  Maybe he never needed it in the first place.  I touched my mother's breast, out of a misguided hope that she might still draw breath.  This left me with nothing but dissapointment and blood on my hand.

I died that day.  My body went on, but it was just going through the motions.  A longtime friend of the family was kind enough to take care of me.  I was an average student until the age of 18, when I left America for a long journey.  It took me to temples, dojos, and monasteries throughout Asia.  And when I finally returned, I had been reborn.  I took over my parents' company and started a legacy of my own.

And that's how I became Batman.



Fun, right?  Your turn now!

[FallenStar]

Do read the Announcements board, Merchant... I posted that quite some time ago.  =P

[Tru]

Well, my pee fetish isn't the first fetish that I recognized as such, but I had events pretty early in my life that possibly contributed to it. The biggest thing was how all the schools I went to had ridiculously strict bathroom policies. We're talking almost concentration-camp shit. In elementary school, for example, we were constantly watched from the time we got to school until we left, and the only way we could ever use the bathroom is if we asked a teacher for permission. Of course they also had a policy where there could only ever be one child per teacher using the bathroom at a time. In addition to that, teachers could not be interrupted in the middle of their lessons, or during quizzes, or tests, or...a great deal of things. So that made things very hard for kids. I swear, I spent most of my time there desperate...

I think it was 2nd grade when I actually had a big accident in the middle of class while sitting at my desk. It was super embarrassing, obviously, but there was a certain sense of relief at finally letting go...and in the cold air conditioned classroom, the warmth felt nice. Still, there was really no sexual aspect of it to me at the time. I really never thought about that kind of stuff at that age.

The first fetish that I ever really recognized as a turn-on was my corruption fetish years later. I blame saturday morning cartoons, and the X-Men animated series in particular, I think. People were turning evil left and right, and I didn't know why that excited me as much as it did.

But the first time I recognized my pee fetish was probably when I was in middle school and really had to go quite often, usually at the same time every day. And there was this girl I was attracted to who sat next to me in that class. There was just something about thinking about her and just letting a little bit of pee trickle out that gave me such a thrill. I'd sit there in class, thinking about her, and just let the tiniest amount go. Not enough to soak myself, but enough so that I could feel the warm moisture. It felt really nice, and it was really exciting to me, like a secret, naughty thrill. I think certain parts of my corruption fetish probably played a part in making it so exciting to do something so weird and wrong. That was about the age when I first started thinking about how much fun it would be to be totally free, and let it all go, soaking myself...

But then one day I was caught at school with an obvious spot on my jeans... Embarrassed, I had to call my mom and tell her what happened and to ask her to bring a clean pair. My mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

[Serika]

This topic...


My fetish started in early elementary school when i used to have multiple accidents every year.  It always came without warning. One second i would be just fine while sitting at my desk and listening to the teacher, the next second i would be hit with a horribly strong urge to pee. Being too shy to jump up and ask for help, i would just be quiet and hold on as long as i could. I never made it to recess on these occasions, i would barely last 15 seconds before peeing my pants and leaving a puddle under my chair.

I usually had the most amazing luck about it though. I was often able to leave the scene without anyone noticing or dry my pants before anyone would find out about it. There were only two incidents where i was caught, the worst being in 3rd grade where i was called to stand up and read something seconds after the accident.

By late elementary i was staying dry, but found myself thinking about peeing quite often. By Jr High i was always curious to see what other people looked like when desperate and wanted to see them in wet pants too. I couldn't explain it, but the sight of my female classmates wiggling in desperation always caught my interest more than their miniskirts or cleavage did.

I got to see a lot of that in Jr. High, but then one day i went home after having a small accident so i could lay in bed and sulk about it. It was only a spot, but at that age it was too much. I took a short nap, but i must have left the window open because a stray cat jumped through it and landed next to me. I woke up in surprise, but it shocked me much more to hear the cat speak. It told me my friend was in danger and i had to save her. I wouldn't believe any of it at first, but then the cat gave me a broach and told me to hold it up and repeat after her.

Out of curiosity i did it, held up the broach and yelled "Moon prism power, MAKE-UP!", and the next thing i knew i was wearing this cute little sailor skirt. I followed the cat and fought this monster attacking my friend and later met several other girls who could transform just like me. That's how i became the champion of love and justice, Sailor Moon!

[The_Enigma]

I can't exactly remember what got me into it...

I just remember that I was kind of vaguely searching for some decent porn sites one day, and I came across some pictures of women peeing themselves.  That kind of sparked the interest, because I was oddly attracted to it.

Then I started searching for pee sites, and I found a couple until I found what I usually use today.  As for Anime peeing, I just fused my love of Hentai with my fetish for peeing, and voila.  I found this site through the Holding It board.

[DubiousCharms]

Man... I knew this would come up one day. There are some things in my past that I'd rather not remember. In fact, I've tried to block this particular memory of my mind for a long time, but I haven't been able to... But here it is. You asked for it, and you got it.

As a kid, I always remember that I would feel embarrassed if someone would mention pee or having to pee. Cartoons of that day would sometimes have desperation/pee jokes, and I would always watch those episodes with a lot of interest and a certain amount of shame. I found myself thinking about pee a lot, but I tried not to talk about it, due to the shame. In middle school I started getting weird thoughts like, "I bet if I peed into a towel and let it dry no one would notice", or "If I peed in the corner there, I could cover the stain with my pile of stuffed animals". I never acted on these thoughts when they came to me.

It wasn't until high school that I realized this was of a sexual nature. I'd seen a video on the internet of a girl who was trying to lift weights at a competition and accidentally wet herself while doing it. I'd also seen an edit of a gymnast girl "springing a leak" while leaping through the air. I didn't think much of these things, even though I found myself going back to look at them. Then one day while I was masturbating, these images popped into my head. I found that they quickened and enhanced my orgasm. It wasn't until minutes later that I realized this was a kink of mine, and I felt immediately worried.

You see, I was fifteen years old and I had a boyfriend. And I had no idea how he would react. I kept it a secret for a while, until one day I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked to take a walk so we could talk about something without his parents hearing. So we did and I finally said with much embarrassment, "I like to watch women wet themselves". At first he was only a little weirded out. And later he seemed really okay with it, even willing to participate. But alas, it was too good to be true. When we got back to the house he started talking about how I shouldn't hold it too long or I'd hurt myself. I then realized he didn't like it, and I started crying.

About the next week he admitted that he became nauseated every time he thought about me. He asked if I'd ever been abused (I haven't) and thought I had this fetish because I was sexually repressed. Ironically, he was telling me to try and repress these feelings. I resorted to pinching myself painfully every time I thought about it, which didn't help. He even called me a "pee-obsessed nympho" at one point. I decided there was no other way to handle this situation... And I carried out my plan.

I was at his house one day and wanted to take a walk again. During this walk I told him, calmly and clearly, "I know you aren't into my wetting fetish, but I was hoping you would at least try watching me wet myself. And I understand if you don't like it, but it's a part of me and I can't get rid of it at will. It's not a mutation or a mental issue. It's just the way I'm wired." He proceeded to vehemently disagree and call me a disgusting weirdo. He told me to call my mom because I was going home right then and there.

Well, there was no way I was going to take that lying down. I was a strong, independent girl who knew what I wanted. And God help me if I was going to take his rejection! I sprung into action, jumping up onto his shoulders and launching my foot off of his jerk face, landing on my feet. He knew what was happening and he didn't hesitate. With a mighty roar and a sickening crunch, black, bloody wings sprouted from his shoulder blades. Fangs erupted from his caustic mouth and his eyes turned a sickly yellow with slitted pupils. His hands and feet twisted into frightening claws that crunched the concrete sidewalk. "YOU SICK PERVERT" he gurgled, jumping into the air and hovering with his dripping wings.

I swore aloud. Not again. With my own battle cry, I drew my hidden combat knife and shook the kinks out of my arms and wrists. I had to make this quick and precise. He shrieked like a harpy and swooped down toward me. I was ready for him. With a snicker-snack, I struck with my knife into his pimply neck, ducking from his poisonous claws. The warm blood that washed over my hand let me know I had already won. With a nauseating, strangled cry, he crashed into the ground, rolling over onto his back, his wings and other newly-sprouted appendages disappearing in a flurry of dust. While his wound was gone, I knew his evil powers were eliminated forever. Beaten, bruised and bloody, he lay panting on the ground. And I walked over to claim my victory.

Wearing a skirt and the classic cotton panties, I stood over his face, smirking. "Like what you see?" He moaned and gave a very weak nod. "Well," I chuckled, "How about NOW?!" I didn't bother to pull them down. Legs spread and hands on my hips, I took a deep breath and let it out, in more ways than one. My bladder emptied into my panties, soaking them from front to back, and onto his face below. He screamed in horror, which only forced him to gargle my sweet liquids. And I laughed. I laughed long and hard as I marked my triumph all over his face and torso.

From that day on he never even spoke to me, for fear that I would once again defeat him and claim my conquest... with piss.

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I live for threads like this, can you tell? Everything up until "pee-obsessed nympho" was true. Everything else is made up... OR IS IT?

[CidHighwind]

Only vorpal blades can go snicker-snack!

Aside from that, wow, this is a very interesting topic.  I'll try to come up with one myself.

[raar]

My story, is probably one that many people have on this forum, and it started about the 5th grade, that one day, the girls bathrooms on one side of the school broke down completely, now obviously this is where the fun began for me.  The line of remaining bathrooms was tremendously long and i was just coming out of the boys bathroom myself after a game of i think handball.  Now this girl was quite desperate in a small skirt, and i knew she was going to wet herself, and strangely i felt quite aroused and eventually she peed.  I felt my pants tighten and i resolved to find more of these things in the future and this has led me to enjoying myself with female depseration and wetting.  Thats really all i can remember, and the rest is quite uneventful.  How i got into the hentai part of this?  It came as a part of finding more FD and i ended up coming here, although i confess i mostly just read what others post and vote in polls, i think i should toss in my two cents more often. Well its a bit late for me, maybe next time folks!

[FallenStar]

Clearly, you people do not understand what this topic is about.  This is not a "How did you discover your fetish" topic; this is based more in Marvel/DC hero fashion - origin stories for superheroes and the like.  Basically, you tell how you discovered your fetish as though it was when you became a super hero.

Now any more offtopic posting, and I'll close this topic and repost the relevant posts in a new topic, got it?