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    When I was about 9 or 10, my two brothers and their friends used some old logs to build a “fort” down by the river. No girls allowed. So I used to go down there and tease them and joke that they wouldn’t let girls in cause they didn’t want anyone to see what little “teeny weenies” they had. My brothers would chase me down the riverbank, then wrestle me to the ground and tickle me till I wet my pants in front of all their friends. A lot of my fetish goes back to those days.

    Over the years I have seen so many stories here about “how I got started,” and more than half of them have to do with some gal in the neighborhood who still peed her pants at the age of 7 or 8 and so on, but I never stopped to wonder if the guys who used to chase me and tickle me by the river ever “got the fetish” because of me.

    My older brother knows about my fetish and is also the one who has always kept in touch with all his old friends, so I asked him what ever happened to the guys who used to hang out by the river, and he gave me five names all on fb, and it turned out that two were married, one was LTR, and the other two were single by way of divorce, so I got in touch with those two, just like “Hi, haven’t seen you in years, remember the good old days when we were all kids and used to hang out in that fort by the river?”

    Wow!!! Talk about enthusiastic responses!!! You would have thought they just got a message from the spirit of Marilyn Monroe.

    So now I am going to weasel my way around with suggestive phrases and images, and see if I can figure out if they got the fetish because of me.

    Fun, fun, fun.

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    That's a very interesting development, Maria. Please keep us posted!

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    • #3
      No Question

      No question. The little bitches really did it for me and there were several that wet their pants.

      A couple on a regular basis and they were older than 7 or 8. One of my neighbors turned out to be really attractive and wet herself whenever she could get away with it all the way into high school. I've written about her.

      Another cute girlfriend of my sister had a weak bladder and did it frequently. I don't know that she ever stopped. Though I never saw her wet her pants, my sister was always talking about it. She married a rich guy, raised a family and stayed married. Wonder why?

      Another friend of my sister was about ten years old and wet her pants just about every day. Cute thing was, her mother never seemed to care if she spent the afternoon with a wet ass.

      There were others.

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        ahh memories, I remember a really sad one from school, there was a lot of abuse went on at the junior school I went to, when I was there it was just physical, beatings etc, shortly after I left it got sexual, though nobody was ever charged, probably because the headteacher was a magistrate.
        Anyway,there was one girl in our class who was a bit more developed than the rest of the girls and wore more grown up underwear, one teacher used to make her do handstands so he could look at her knickers, she usually wore red ones. There was another girl who was so frightened of this teacher that she used to wet herself the mminute he walked into the classroom, then he'd make her stand in front of the class and show everyone she'd wet herself, horrible bastards they were, I used to get beaten for being left handed, they figured if they hit you often enough you'd write with your right hand, I just ended up with bad writing and PTSD.
        We had a couple of girls lived opposite us, one used to spend all day collecting spiders in a toy teapot, finally, just before we all went in for the night she'd eat them! The last I heard was she'd become a junkie in later life and got jailed for theft.
        Sorry to bore you with this, I'm just having a bad spell and needed to vent.

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        • #5
          My pants pooping fetish also started because a young girl pooped her pants when I was young, and I remember peeking down the back of her pants and seeing her poop bulge. Would love if she contacted me these days.

          Maria, are you still involved in pooping your panties as well?

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            You know it's coming (so to speak) ...

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              ahh memories, I remember a really sad one from school, there was a lot of abuse went on at the junior school I went to, when I was there it was just physical, beatings etc, shortly after I left it got sexual, though nobody was ever charged, probably because the headteacher was a magistrate.
              Anyway,there was one girl in our class who was a bit more developed than the rest of the girls and wore more grown up underwear, one teacher used to make her do handstands so he could look at her knickers, she usually wore red ones. There was another girl who was so frightened of this teacher that she used to wet herself the mminute he walked into the classroom, then he'd make her stand in front of the class and show everyone she'd wet herself, horrible bastards they were, I used to get beaten for being left handed, they figured if they hit you often enough you'd write with your right hand, I just ended up with bad writing and PTSD
              Jeez, Owlman... Where the fuck was this? And when? Sounds like the Middle Ages, but I don't think any of us are THAT old. When I was a kid, I thought our school was kind of barbaric because in those days they didn't have classes for Spanish speaking people, so the immigrant kids just got dumped into the same class as the rest of us, even though they didn't understand a word of what was going on. Those of us who were born in California and bilingual tried to help out, but there were plenty of girls who were too terrified even to raise their hands and try to express their needs, so plenty of puddles underneath their desks.

              But what you're describing sounds abusive. Guess I might have enjoyed the handstands, though -- I was always a bit of an exhibitionist.
              Last edited by Maria; February 25, 2020, 09:55 PM.

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                Originally posted by Maria
                Jeez, Owlman... Where the fuck was this? And when? Sounds like the Middle Ages, but I don't think any of us are THAT old. When I was a kid, I thought our school was kind of barbaric because in those days they didn't have classes for Spanish speaking people, so the immigrant kids just got dumped into the same class as the rest of us, even though they didn't understand a word of what was going on. Those of us who were born in California and bilingual tried to help out, but there were plenty of girls who were too terrified even to raise their hands and try to express their needs, so plenty of puddles underneath their desks.

                But what you're describing sounds abusive. Guess I might have enjoyed the handstands, though -- I was always a bit of an exhibitionist.
                Mid 70's in the uk, horrible time, as I said it gave me PTSD.

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                  Yeah, he just described every Catholic school on earth and a few of the public ones as well. The teachers i had were psychopaths for the most part

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