Yes., and stroking
Pissing is a huge part of my bating fuel, and I’ve been escalating my pissing habits for a while now.
I realized that once you develop a taste for pissing your pants, there’s no way back. You start pissing yourself at home, cleaning up your mess and doing it again periodically. Then, you go out and start pissing yourself in public parks and open spaces, but you always bringing an extra pair of shorts so you can quickly change it in a restroom. But that doesn’t feel like enough.
After a while, you let yourself pee just a little in your pants everywhere (while waiting in line, in the train, etc), without leaving a major mark. After all, no one notices that, right?
From that it escalates to major pissing in your apartment, which you don’t bother to clean anymore (the smell turns you on anyway), or use the bathroom anymore. You realize that you don’t need to bother to go to the bathroom every time you need to pee, and from that point you just pee wherever you are. Suddenly, you’re pissing yourself while walking on the street, and that’s the best part: You realize that no one actually cares about this. You can walk around with completely soaking wet pants and most people won’t even bother to look at it, but you know what a nasty pig boy you are.
