I Panty Wetting Games
A 'Pee Lottery' With Flyers And Magazines... I've described my favourite wetting game in another story called "Pee Game on the Bus Ride Home." It involved having to wet my pants a little every time I saw certain things on my trip home from school. I played that game to lose, and usually did, and I still like thinking about myself in the back seat of the bus, with the warm wet spot of a much younger boy growing across the front of my pants.
That game had some enjoyable at-home variations too, that I still try every now and then on a whim. This one was a game of chance I'd play with newspapers and grocery flyers, magazines and catalogues.
I'd wait 'til I needed to pee badly, and set a target for how many ads for diapers or other mentions of anything closely related to wet pants or beds or toilet training I'd find in a pile of papers. And then I'd browse through the pages, and if I reached the target number I had to stand there and wet my pants completely. That was really the goal of the game. I was always hoping to reach the target number, and often did. I can easily recall my mounting excitement as I neared the goal, and picture myself looking like my profile picture, pee streaming down my pantlegs in my living room, an ad for Pampers or something similar still in my hand.
I'd set the 'finish line' high enough that I genuinely didn't know what the outcome would be. Usually that was enough of an adventure. Occasionally though, if I was feeling extra daring, naughty, aroused, and had privacy and time, I'd set a second target too, a higher one. I'd know that if the count got that high I'd have to not just pee my pants but poop them too — the way the babies in those ads did in their diapers. The pooping part was something I did rarely. It both confused and fascinated me. I tried to imagine having done it when I really was a baby; I couldn't even remember having 'accidents' of that sort. It was so messy, forbidden and infantile, so dauntingly and thrillingly 'wrong'. It involved so much cleanup, and the consequences of being caught were unthinkable. And yet I'd done it so innocently when I was little; and it was so interestingly sensual in my most sensitive personal places. When I played for those higher stakes I never quite knew whether I was hoping to reach the second goal or not.
I sometimes did. And I always followed the rules immediately, papers still in hand, right where I stood...
That game had some enjoyable at-home variations too, that I still try every now and then on a whim. This one was a game of chance I'd play with newspapers and grocery flyers, magazines and catalogues.
I'd wait 'til I needed to pee badly, and set a target for how many ads for diapers or other mentions of anything closely related to wet pants or beds or toilet training I'd find in a pile of papers. And then I'd browse through the pages, and if I reached the target number I had to stand there and wet my pants completely. That was really the goal of the game. I was always hoping to reach the target number, and often did. I can easily recall my mounting excitement as I neared the goal, and picture myself looking like my profile picture, pee streaming down my pantlegs in my living room, an ad for Pampers or something similar still in my hand.
I'd set the 'finish line' high enough that I genuinely didn't know what the outcome would be. Usually that was enough of an adventure. Occasionally though, if I was feeling extra daring, naughty, aroused, and had privacy and time, I'd set a second target too, a higher one. I'd know that if the count got that high I'd have to not just pee my pants but poop them too — the way the babies in those ads did in their diapers. The pooping part was something I did rarely. It both confused and fascinated me. I tried to imagine having done it when I really was a baby; I couldn't even remember having 'accidents' of that sort. It was so messy, forbidden and infantile, so dauntingly and thrillingly 'wrong'. It involved so much cleanup, and the consequences of being caught were unthinkable. And yet I'd done it so innocently when I was little; and it was so interestingly sensual in my most sensitive personal places. When I played for those higher stakes I never quite knew whether I was hoping to reach the second goal or not.
I sometimes did. And I always followed the rules immediately, papers still in hand, right where I stood...
