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yeronlyman It's not always about humiliation, even when it is sexual. For me, when I let someone see or know that I've wet my pants, it's not usually to get pity so much as it is from the glimmer of hope that I might find someone who accepts it, who wants it to be true, who looks down to see the tell-tale glistening dark patch on my pants because they want to see it, not because I want to be ashamed. In short, I want sharing, not shaming.
If there's any shame in me for it, it's for deriving enjoyment out of it, but the enjoyment doesn't come out of the shame. The enjoyment comes out of the visuals, the sounds, the smells and the sensations of going piss in my pants.
And yes, for me it is sexual, but since I started enjoying it when I was four years old, it wasn't always that way.
I am always on the lookout in public places for people who have pissed their pants. I've only ever really seen it once, at a concert, where some girl had maybe moshed a little too hard. She was acting like nothing had happened, which made me think maybe this happens from time to time, and maybe she even enjoys it? Who knows?
