I peed in my pants kind of on purpose when I was 14. This was a long time ago, early 1980's. My two younger half-siblings (from my mom's second marriage) and I went to stay at out grandma's house for 3 weeks in the summer. She lived in another State, and we mostly only saw her when she came to visit us before. I had visited her house when I was younger but my two sisters, Lisa and Amy who were 4 and 6, hadn't. Most of the activities seemed to be geared toward the younger kids, but my grandma didn't really see much difference, even though I was 8 years older than Amy. So I was expected to hang around and play with the younger kids much of the time, and did a lot of coloring in books, played with Tinker Toys, and Barrel of Monkeys, and other games and toys. The girls were still at the age where accidents could be expected and understandable, and Lisa wet her pants within two hours of the first day of our visit. She went and told our grandma, who patiently took her to change, and sent her back outside, but I guess in order to prevent another accident, she went to Amy and asked if she needed to go potty. Amy did and as she stood up my grandma quickly checked to see if she was already wet. She wasn't, but then my grandma turned to me as I sat on the lawn and asked if I needed to go. It just so happened that I did, so my grandma took us both by the hand and started to lead us into the house. To my surprise, she also felt my bottom to see if I was wet. I was 14 remember, but I guess it didn't matter as far as my grandma was concerned. This sort of thing happened again when Lisa had another accident later in the day. By the third day of our visit, I had been led to the potty and had my shorts checked several times. I couldn't understand why my grandma would think I might wet my pants. Finally Lisa was playing and once again had wet her pants. I saw her do it, but my grandma didn't right away. I was on my own, playing with something, though I don't recall what, but I also had to go, and it was pretty bad by then. I'm sure I was probably squirming a bit. After seeing Lisa wet for the third or fourth time, and knowing that my grandma would probably come and check my shorts anyway, I had a weird thought about just going in my pants too. I hadn't for a long time, but since it seemed that my grandma sort of expected that I still might, and since I was already playing with little kid toys and such, I just started to go. Once it started to come out and I felt the wet warmth of it, it startled me a bit, and suddenly I got scared because I was really peeing in my pants. I suddenly worried that I'd get in trouble because I was so much older. 14 year olds just don't do this. Somehow my grandma knew almost right away what had happened. I'm not sure what I was doing that gave it away but she came over to me, with Lisa already holding her hand and said "uh oh, I think you had an accident too." I was soaking wet and really couldn't hide it, especially when she made me stand up and pee ran down my legs and the front of my shorts were wet. To my surprise, she didn't get angry or even act as though a 14 year old wetting his pants was abnormal. She just led us both, two children ten years apart in age, into the house to change our clothes, and sent us back outside to play some more. To my grandma, it apparently didn't matter if you were 4 or 14, you were just as likely to have an accident. Given that I think I did it at least a couple more times before we went back home.
I posted this as a comment under another story. Glad to see it has been given it's own number. Looking over it again I'm not sure that I made it clear that I did it kind out of spite. Imagine being 14 and having your grandmother treat you as if you were in the same age group and your much younger siblings, even to the point of thinking you might wet your pants while playing. At first I was amused, then a bit annoyed. One time she checked my shorts, I thought to myself that one of these times I'm really going to go in my pants, actually thinking of pooping my pants and really giving her something to find. I didn't actually do that the first time because when that time came I only had to pee. But on that day when I saw my sister wet her pants again the thought reoccurred, and having to pee pretty badly, I just sort of mischievously went ahead and did it. After my grandma discovered that I was wet, and both I and my little sister had been changed and sent back outside, I realized that all I did was give her more reason to keep treating me like a 4 year old. So I stopped being annoyed and just went along with it until we went back home, even wetting my pants again in the days that followed. I tried to remember how many times, and I can recall about six. One of those times I actually did poop in my shorts while we were at the playground in the park. In the car after we got off the plane back home, my oldest sister Amy told my mom that I had peed in my pants "a bunch of times." My mom wanted to know what that was all about. She wasn't really angry, just surprised, so I told her what happened. Later she told me that her mother treated her the same way in her teens, but also told me that she still had daytime accidents then too.
ReplyDeleteConfession time. The above story is fantasy. It didn't actually happen. Something similar may have actually happened to somebody out there, but it wasn't me. I wanted to see how people might comment on it.
ReplyDeleteTo the person who posted the first story I'm kind of disappointed that your story is just a fantasy. I almost wish you hadn't admitted it, it seemed so believable. I'm one of those who really did experience something similar with my own grandmother while growing up. I spent a lot of time staying at her house on weekends and longer in the summer. She was almost exactly like you describe your fantasy grandma. In fact she was the one who turned me into a "teen baby", though neither of us really knew what that was at the time. I remember her treating me like I was still a very small child when I was much older. All fine and good when I really was small, but by the time I was 9 and she was still dressing me in the morning, wiping my hands and face after meals, bathing me, talking to me in baby talk and yes, even taking me to go potty as if I wouldn't have done it myself. She didn't trust me to be potty trained even though by then I hadn't had an accident since I was 7. She was constantly checking to see if I was wet. By age 9 I was getting annoyed with being treated like a baby, and tried to complain to my mom, hoping she would do something about it. All she said to me though was that I should just go along with it for grandma because I was always her precious grandbaby and she probably just wanted me to stay that way as long as possible. So I did my best to just go along as my mom suggested. I don't remember where my attitude changed but somewhere along the way I had come to accept it and even started to like it. By the time I was 12, probably because my life at home and school was getting more and more stressful, I looked forward to visiting my grandma's house and regressing for a couple of days. I still played with toys and dolls that were there since I really was little and I had even given in to allowing myself to have an "accident" once in a while since she was always checking. From the first time I did I found out that I really liked the feeling of wetting my pants and started to do it more often, even at home sometimes. By the time I was in my early teens, 13-14 years old, I did it so often that my grandma started to put me in diapers sometimes, especially when we went out to a movie or somewhere that we would be away from the house for a while. I loved wearing diapers. They made me feel so...little, needy, and comfortable and I acted even more childish when I was in them. I even started to suck my thumb again. Sometimes she put me in them in the morning and I wore diapers all day. My grandmother didn't mind if she had to change a teenage girl's diaper. To be honest I really think she actually liked that I was having accidents and that she could put me in diapers and change me so she could pretend I was still her little grandbaby or something. She still dressed me, most often in clothing that made me look like a little girl, sometimes though just a diaper and tee shirt around the house. When I was around 14, if you dropped by you might have seen me in the living room by the TV set, playing with dolls or even playschool toys, sometimes with a little girl that my grandma was babysitting who was 11 years younger, with me in a diaper and tee shirt and a pacifier that I brought from home. Sometimes me and the little girl got changed at the same time. I know that the girl's mother saw me in diapers and thought it was strange because I overheard a conversation she had with my grandma. All of this went on until I was almost 16, when my grandma passed away suddenly. It all came to an abrupt end, because my mom, even though she kind of knew what went on at my grandma's, didn't want to take over for her. I still wanted to regress sometimes, but my mom wasn't really into having me behave like a toddler around the house and she certainly didn't want to change her 15 year old daughter's diapers, so I had to act it out on my own, in private when no one was around, but it wasn't the same anymore.
DeleteI don't get what your big fantasy is about. There probably are lots of kids who have or had grandmas or moms that treated them that way when they are older. Mine did and it really wasn't a big deal. Nothing I would fantasize about if it hadn't happened. I used to have a lot of accidents when I was little and my grandma never forgot it even after I was 13, so she would still check to see if I was wet and needed to change. Sometimes she made me go, or took me to the bathroom herself. I actually did have a few accidents in my teens but not at her house so it didn't bother me that she did that. Like I said it was no big deal. It's just what happened while growing up. Anyway your story still seems believable to me, Are you sure it didn't really happen that way? It's the "teen baby" story in this thread that I find hard to believe, but stranger things have happened so I don't know.
DeleteIt was partially true. I did spend some time at my grandma's with my younger step siblings. During my visit I really wanted to wet myself and wished my grandma would treat me in the way described in my story, but was too scared to go through with it. My grandma never really took me to go potty like a toddler though. She did that with my sisters, and changed them if they were wet. I wanted her to do that to me too, but I couldn't bring myself to actually pee in my pants there. For a long time I wished I had. I did go so far as to hold it for a long time so that I obviously needed to go, but my grandma didn't take me by the hand and lead me to the toilet like a little kid. She just told me to get up and go to the bathroom and seemed kind of upset with me that she had to tell me. Who knows what may have happened if I did wet my pants. I probably would have just gotten yelled at, and then she would have told my mom. She really didn't think it was okay or just as likely to happen to a 14 year old as a 4 year old. That part was fantasy.
DeleteWhen i was 6, we all went to Disney World. My mom made us all wear pullups because it was hot and she knew we were going to have to pee a lot from all the water she had us drinking. It was funny. I wasn't rushing to the bathroom because I was wearing pullups. But, I must have peed my pants about 7 or 8 times. I never even thought about it. I would just pee and tell my mom when I was wet that I needed the bathroom.
ReplyDeleteShe used to do that on long raod trips too. We'd have to wear the pullups so dad wasn't stopping every 10 minutes for someone to pee.
That's why now at 17, I still pee my pants, and the Depends pullups. I wet at night and off and on all day because I'm wearing protective underwear. When I have to pee I just pee, and worry about cleaning up later. Lazy? Very! it's just that I don't like waiting. when I have to go, I just want to go.
Sometimes, even when I'm not wearing pullups I will pee my pants. That's mostly for attention though. Everyone knows about the pullups and think I have a problem not wetting myself. I don't. I mean, there is nothing wrong with me. I pee to get out of class and other things I don't want to do. I do the pullups because I'm lazy. I pee my pants because I like to.
Sorry to have posted a fantasy that I would have liked to have happened, but didn't. I'll bet a lot of pee pants stories are really just fantasies though. I have enough real stories of peeing my pants to not have to resort to BS. Most of them happened in private, while by myself. I really did pee my pants in my teens, and often too. I had a fetish but didn't really know what that was. I thought I was the only person in the world who liked to pee in my pants, until years later when I got on the internet. By that time I was an adult and whatever it was back then had faded. I can't really get into being a full grown adult and intentionally peeing my pants, but I could as a teen because technically I was still just a kid. One of my fantasies at the time was to have someone who would treat me like I was still a toddler even though I was much older. It never happened though. There were a few times where I got bold enough to go out in a semi-public place like a park or library and peed in my pants, actually hoping to draw attention to it. That may be worth posting a real story about.
ReplyDeleteWhen I peed in my pants as a teenager, I was almost always in shorts. I think I may have had a thing for wearing shorts all the time too back then. They were not long and baggy as they are today but were much shorter, with my thighs exposed, and my socks being up to my knees, and a tee shirt and tennis shoes. I liked dressing that way because it made me feel more like a child I suppose. I wasn't really hairy especially in my early teens, but as I got a bit older, I made sure my legs were smooth because it did make me appear younger. One time when I was 19, I went out to the Library a half a mile from my home. I looked young for my age to begin with. Most people would have said 15. I had to pee by the time I got there, and I spent some time in the library, and then left still needing to go. Outside there was a bus stop on the corner where this older lady was waiting. I went to the bus stop pretending to also be waiting for a bus. The lady started up a conversation with me, and we talked for just a little while, with me really starting to have to go badly. This was one of the few times I went out in public and wet my pants. I thought to myself, if I'm ever going to do this, I might as well just do it. So as I stood there, doing the pee pee dance trying to be noticed that I had to pee, I just started to go in my pants. I could see my cut off brown corduroy shorts turning darker brown and it immediately started to run down my legs. As soon as it did I immediately sat down cross legged on the sidewalk with my knees up toward my chest and continued to pee in my pants. There was a puddle where I sat that was growing bigger. I expected her to say something about it right away, but she just asked me "shouldn't you be in school?" I told her no, but then I thought about it, and realizing that she thought I was still school age,and I needed a reason not to be in school, figured I could make her think I wet my pants at school or something like that. So I said that I would normally be in school but I was sent home early. She asked why, asking if I got hurt. I just said "no,it was something else I did," trying to imply that I had an accident at school. Meanwhile I was really sitting in a puddle of pee, but she didn't seem to notice for some reason. When I finished, I stood up. Then she saw the wet spot on the sidewalk and asked "have you been swimming?" I told her "No. That's why I got sent home." She understood then and said "oh, you have trouble that way." Just then unfortunately her bus showed up. I didn't really want to get on a bus, so she said goodbye, and got on. I saw her again a month later. She was at the bus stop again, and asked "aren't you the boy I met a month ago that said he'd been sent home because he ...had an accident?" I said yes, and she told me she related the incident to her husband who told her of his own accident in the third grade because the teacher wouldn't let him go to the bathroom. She asked me what happened, if I was ill, and I told her the same thing happened to me. My teacher wouldn't let me go to the bathroom and I had an accident. But I also told her that when I got to the library, I had to go again, and I peed my pants again at the bus stop because I was already wet. She looked a little surprised at that because I'm sure she thought the wet spot on the sidewalk was from the accident I supposedly had at school. I'm not sure what she thought of that because pretty soon after that her bus came again, and she got on and I didn't see her after that. I'm not sure how I felt about it afterward. I didn't get much of a reaction to it. I didn't get scolded, and the way she told me that her husband had an accident in school, in 3rd grade, made me think she didn't think I was too old for that to happen to me.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 13, I peed the bed at my dad's mother's house. And, she gave me a whooping for it. My cousin was 5, and she told on me. My grandmother fussed at my mother, and told her I was too big to still be peeing on myself, day or night.
ReplyDeleteWe were there a week. And, I peed the bed four times. She gave me a whooping every morning I woke up wet.
I am now in my 50s. And, I still pee on myself and regularly pee the bed. Even my grandson has questions about why my bed is always wet. I lie and tell him I spilled something.
The other day though, I couldn't lie. LOL! I peed on myself at Target, trying to get to the toilet, and didn't make it. He told my daughter and his daddy granny wet her pants at Target. I had to get tickled. Because I sure did wet my pants. Peed all over myself. I was good and wet by the time I got to the ladies room. I left a trail from the parking lot to just before you get to the bathroom. I was so glad I had on a long coat. It kind of hid that I had peepeed on myself.
My daughter just looked at me with that look that said you know should've gone to that toilet before you left the house. I probably should have. But, I didn't have to go then. Target is over an hour from the house, though. And, traffic was horrible. By the time I got out of the car, I was twisting and grabbing. By the time I got inside the store, oh, I was peeing up a storm. By the time I reached the bathroom, I was done peeing. I looked at my grandson, and was so ashamed of myself.
He told his mama, I had peed in my pants, but he hadn't peed in his because he was a big boy. He was right too. Granny wasn't a big girl that day. Granny peepeed in her pants.
I wet my bed last night. I'm a 14 year old boy.
ReplyDeleteI was dreaming about being at school an I really needed to pee. I asked teacher if I could go to the bathroom and she said yes. I left class holding myself intending to go for a wee. But in my dream I got distracted by a really hot girl asking if I wanted to go to the beach. I said yes and was suddenly at the beach in a pair of green speedos. I still needed to pee badly so I asked the dream girl if I could go there as we were going to go in tge sea. She said yes so I started wetting my speedos watching the wet patch grow over my crotch. Even though I was peeing my bladder still felt full so I pushed harder trying to make sure I was actually going. I then felt the warm wetness spread over my crotch trickling over my balls and down my butt crack. It felt weird because I was standing up in my dream so it should of been running down my legs but it felt like it was puddling under my butt. Turns out it was. I woke up peeing in my bed I was quite surprised and just carried on wetting till I was done. It felt good so I humped my wet mattress till I came then went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I needed to pee again so I did lying on my back letting the pee flow over my balls puddling under my butt felt good. My mom came in to wake me up shortly after and found me in soaking briefs and bed. She made me wear goodnights for a month after even during the day. It was great I got to wet myself all the time
I'm 27 years old and still have accidents. I had issues when I was child by waiting too long and then wetting my pants because there was no way that I was going to make it. Fast forward 20 years and I still catch myself doing the pee pee dance and racing to the bathroom. It's a bad habit that really makes me feel uncomfortable. My wife is understanding and reassures me that it's not my fault, but sometimes it really is.
ReplyDeleteMy worst accident happened last summer when we went to the zoo with some friends. I knew I had to go to the bathroom but simply kept putting it off as I was wanted to keep looking at the animals and not fall behind the group. The bad thing my wife asked me a handful of times if I needed to use the potty but I said that I was fine. Eventually the fidgeting and crotch grabbing wasn't enough and I peed my pants. Our friends know that I have trouble sometimes, but I couldn't take all the little kids looking at me and commenting. It was extremely embarrassing. The worst part of it was I begged the wife not to pack a "just in case" bag because I was confident it wouldn't be an issue. Thankfully it was hot out and my shorts eventually dried out. My wife was not impressed as she knew I had to go to the bathroom. The next 3 hours of the trip included several lectures from her in front of our friends about how the animals and the zoo are not reasons to wet my pants.
I love this story. Do you have any more stories where you waited too long and wet your pants? Hot!
DeleteSometimes we just wait too long and end up wet. I'm 31 and can't tell you how many times I've peed my panties (girl), fortunately my husband is very understanding about it. I wet my pants at Seaworld with him once and he noticed, and talked to me for a minute in a whisper, then he wasn't angry anymore. I even wet a little again later while we were still there. Yes there were looks and comments, and they were awful, but the rest was fun!
DeleteYeah, this is like me. 24 year old guy and I pee my pants. Most are little accidents not more than a softball sized pee stain on my pants, but there are plenty that are more than that. And I've always wet the bed 1-2 x per week in addition.
DeleteMy GF is super great about it; it was like the 5th time we slept together when the inevitable happened and I wet the bed. Then it happened the next time too, and the next time after that. She insisted that I start wearing a diaper to bed, and I readily agreed since she was so nice about everything. I hadn't peed my pants in front of her yet at that point but did so shortly thereafter while we were on a walk. Then I did again the next day watching TV. She just giggled as I walked back from the bathroom with the wet patch on my shorts and asked if I needed a diaper during the day. I said no and that accidents happen sometimes. She then asked me how often they happened. I said I don't know, and she said just ballpark it. I said big accidents or small ones too? She said anything that makes your pants wet. I said probably once a day, but most were small accidents (softball sized stains) and it was only once a week where I pee at least half my bladder in my pants.
She started giggling and said most 3 year olds are better than that. I knew it wasn't great but I didn't know I was basically a 2 year old when it came to the toilet. I think she saw I was a bit upset so she came over and hugged me and told me it's okay, that she still loved me.
This was 8 months ago; she has seen me pee my pants many times since. I still wear a diaper to bed, and we now live together. I was playing tennis with her tonight at the park and I waited too long and completely peed my pants. Fortunately, we don't go ANYWHERE without her packing a change of clothes for me. She knows me well - thankfully this is not a dealbreaker for us!
When I was like 13, my brother who was 8 peed his pants one evening when a baby sitter was taking care of us. I told him to change his pants, but the sitter said she needed to do it. Go figure, I thought. She led him to the bathroom and I just tagged along. She helped him take off his pants -- shorts -- and under pants, putting them in the dirty clothes. Then she said she would wash his wet things so our parents wouldn't find out. He was grateful. When she started sponging him off, I got really hard, watching her rub the wash cloth all over his wet parts, Then she found some baby powder and powdered his bottom and between his legs. WIth that, even my 8 year old brother got hard, and I literally came in my under pants. I decided right then what I was going to do. I drank two glasses of water and waited. About an hour later, I was needing to go, so I said I was going to the bathroom. I disappeared into the bathroom and strained a little, and finally felt my underpants getting warm and pee running down my legs. I let it all out, then went back into the den hanging my head. The sitter didn't notice right away, so I went over to her and told her I had an accident. She looked at my face, then down my body, until she saw the wet stain in my shorts and my wet legs. "In the bathroom," she ordered, and thither we went. She treated me just like my brother, and man o man it felt good. She didn't seem to think anything about sponging off a thirteen year old boy and powdering his bare bottom, but man I sure enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThe other day I was in a hotel room and I was almost asleep and I was really comfy so of course I didn't want to move. But the thing was I was bursting for a pee. I held it for a bit but the I felt little spirts come out and it really started to turn me on but I kept holding it waiting for the programme to either finish or go to the ad break so I could go to the toilet. But for what seamed like forever it didn't. I started to hold my self and wiggle a bit, but little sprits started to come out again, turning me on more. So I grinded into my hand a bit which only caused more to come out. And to make things worse the ad break same on and it was showing a waterfall and that just pushed me over the edge and I completely soaked myself and the hotel bed. But I really liked it! It turned me on so much! I started to grind on the wet sheets and rubbed my self through my wet pants before moving to my panties, which caused me to soon come.
ReplyDeleteI'm 14 and I have a younger brother and sisters who are still under 7 but I'm usually the one who has an accident, a lot more than they do. Because of this my mom and my grandmother both treat me like I'm still little. They check my pants and take me to go potty sometimes so I won't have an accident. This usually makes the younger ones laugh. It's weird but I get teased by my younger siblings for wetting my pants rather than the other way around.
ReplyDeleteFirst I have to admit that I like to be a naughty girl and pee pee my pants. Once when I was 17 my parents went out of town for the weekend and left me at home alone. That evening I decided to watch a movie. I got comfy stretched out on the den floor and started the movie. Soon I realized I needed to pee. I didn't want to stop the movie so I decided to just hold it. Soon I realized that I needed to go really bad and decided to let just a little out. I started tol dribble just a little bit and it felt so warm I wanted to just let it all out in my sweat pants. I held on letting a little out at a time 'till a funny part of the movie when I laughed a bit spurt came out and I had a hard time stopping. Finally I was having a hard time paying attention to the movie. I didn't feel too wet so I decided to just let it out in little trickles. I watched the rest of the movie feeling warm and wet and naughty. When the movie ended I got up and saw a very big soggy wet spot on the carpet and my pants were soaked. I felt so naughty. It took three towels to get the carpet mostly dry. I put my wet pants and panties along with the wet towels in the dryer to be ready for the next time I needed to go.
ReplyDeleteI had a few real accidents when I was little. Then around age 6 I found out that I really liked wetting my pants. My friends and I used to love to play dress up. While they always dressed grown up, I had found a few pairs of potty training pants. Two pairs were white one was pink.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite thing was to sneak and put a pair of training pants on and then find a skirt to wear that hung way down. We would go outside and play and I would sneak and pee my training pants while we played. I wet my training pants a lot for several years. I was a skinny kid so they fit for a long time. By age 12 we weren't playing dress up any more. So instead I started to wet my pants in my room after school. I would get home really needing to pee and I would go in my room and either go in the closet and wet, or I would stand at the foot of the bed and pee pee in my school clothes. I would then wear them for a little while and look in the mirror to see my wet clothes. Then I would take them off and either hide them in the closet, or under the bed until they dried out some. Once my mom came home and caught me right as I finished peeing at the foot of the bed. I was sure that I would get spanked, but I didn't get in any trouble. I noticed several times when I went to see if my clothes had dried enough to go in the hamper that they were gone. I guess she didn't really mind if I peepeed my clothes sometimes.
Then when I was 15 I was outside and peed in my pink jeans. I took them off after a little while and laid them in front of the heater to dry some. I forgot all about them till after my dad had gone back to work. Then I knew that he had seen them. The next day my mom taught me to do my own laundry.