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Drakon

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  3. This was amazing ❤️
  4. I have a pretty shy bladder. Just recently I went to a pride festival downtown, and the lines to the bathrooms were pretty long. We decided to stop at the toilets as soon as we got there because my friend, lets call her Sam, was absolutely bursting before we even left. She would’ve went before, but my other friend, lets call her Abby, had already locked the door and nobody wanted to disturb her parents. We decided to skip the line by using the elevator and going to a different floor (which in hindsight I have no idea if that was trespassing or not… my third friend, lets call her Vivian, just knew about it and we followed her 🤷‍♀️). We all used the bathroom together, but even though I sort of had to pee (like a 3/10), my shy bladder just couldn’t relax and let it go. I felt like I was taking too long so I just flushed and left. We were at the festival all day (like 6 hours), and I had drank a water bottle, which would’ve been 2 but Vivian asked for one. Near the end of the festival I gave in and bought a severely overpriced lemonade ($9.00 for a cup that was maybe 20-30 fl. oz? think mcdonalds large sodas). I drank that entire thing in like 6 minutes because I was very thirsty, and afterwards I asked if we could take another trip to the bathroom, which everyone agreed. We entered the grocery store where we went last time, but they had security blocking off the stairs and elevator, and the line for the bathrooms on the main floor was a joke. Like maybe 60 people long? We decided to check out the other bathrooms that were porta pottys on the other ends of the festival, but those lines were just as bad. We decided after that to try out the walgreens where we had parked at (which I told the driver we probably weren’t supposed to park there), but after entering the store we learned the bathrooms were closed to the public. We all agreed screw it and to just drive home. Now, I have a tiny bladder. I hadn’t peed in literally 8 hours or so and I had to go super bad. If I would’ve known we were leaving, I wouldn’t have bought the lemonade. It took us like an hour and a half to drive to the festival, so I knew the car drive back was gonna suck too. The only benefit of a shy bladder is that the prospect of wetting myself in front of other people gives my holding ability a good boost. (If this was a regular kink hold at home, I would’ve definitely wet myself). Like 20 minutes into the drive I was already sweating. I don’t sweat a lot, but we were sitting in a nice cold air conditioned car and the underboob sweat was crazy from the effort I was putting in to keep myself from bursting. It also didn’t help that Sam isn’t the greatest driver and I was terrified in the back as she tailgated everyone as we’re going down the expressway at 80-90 mph the whole way. I dunno if she was as desperate as me, but I hadn’t let the severity of my need known, so I doubt she was speeding to get home for me (which the terror wasn’t helping me hold). Like 50 minutes into the drive I was actively holding myself with my mini backpack in my lap for modesty. I was soooo desperate. My legs we very tightly crossed too. We finally got back to Abby’s house like 20 minutes after that and I literally didn’t care anymore about modesty, and I just speed walked the whole way to her house holding myself and was pee dancing waiting for her to unlock the door. Thankfully her house has 2 bathrooms, and Sam and I were both able to go. I literally blew right past her mom and just ran to the bathroom lol. I could hear Abby and her mom talking about the festival and explained that the bathroom lines were atrocious. I literally peed for like an entire minute. As far as I know, we all made it totally fine, although my panties were slightly damp. If my cursed bladder wasn’t shy, I would’ve went earlier and would not have been absolutely bursting from holding it so long! My shy bladder is so annoying 😓
  5. It is my absolute duty to use this quote whenever possible: the front, back, and even up the sides! (the weathertech commercial is forever imprinted into my mind lol). A full flood starts out mostly going down the inside of my legs, and then seeps upwards in the front and back. Depending on how i’m standing, the wetness might spread to the outer side of my legs.
  6. I dunno any of the science behind it, but personally standing still is like the absolute nemesis to my bladder. If i’m sitting down or walking I can hold fairly fine, but standing still too long can make even like a 5 or 6/10 into an emergency.
  7. The rain went pitter patter, which did not help my bladder. An hour passes and now my face grows redder, my panties slowly getting wetter, and for the first time during this math test, all around me I hear chatter.
  8. What about you go in the bathroom and all the stalls are occupied 🥺
  9. I had a couple. When I was younger my family was part of a sportsman club where members had a plot of land to have like a trailer for camping and stuff, and there were outhouses scattered around the entire club. The problem with it being mostly outdoors is that the outhouses often had small beehives that were not taken care of in a timely matter, though the bees were fairly calm as long as you weren’t being obnoxious. When I was 10, we had an extended family get-together, and we were all hanging around at my grandparents’ lot. I had to pee but was putting it off because I knew the closest outhouse had beehives in it (on the ceiling), and I am absolutely terrified of them. I held it for a couple hours but decided to finally go because I was getting extremely desperate. The outhouse was like a 3 minute walk, and when I finally got there, I was super paranoid and slowly poked my head in to check on the bees, which there was a couple small hives and a million dead ones. It took me like 5 minutes to finally get in and lock the door, but when I began to undo my jeans, I had been waiting a little too long. I felt warmth start to trickle down my legs and I panicked ripped them off and used the toilet. The damage was to my knees and I awkwardly waited in there for a while because I heard some cousins walking by the outhouse and I didnt want anyone to see my accident. Luckily, I managed to get back without being seen and switch into a pair of shorts my mom had brought in case I got too hot. Another time, when I was like 14, we went on a small roadtrip to a friend’s beach house in Michigan. I fell asleep for a while and woke up absolutely bursting. I asked my mom to stop at a gas station, but it ended up taking too long to reach one and my pants ended up completely soaked. Since we were like 20 minutes away from the beach house (and also didnt want to change clothes in a public bathroom, walking through the gas station in wet pants), we decided to just wait until we got to the friend’s house. I ended up wrapping my beach towel around my waist when I got out, and no one else knew besides my mom and sister. I felt bad because my mom had to go get the car cleaned.
  10. When i went on a 4 day weekend at a hotel, I brought like 7 pairs of panties just in case. If i’m going anywhere where I bring a bag, I always have a spare pair of panties and maybe an extra pair of pants depending on what it is. The only place I dont bring extra panties is work, cuz they have to x-ray our bags or check them if the machine is not working.
  11. This past weekend I went to an anime convention and was trying to make the most out of the entire weekend, which meant I put off going to the bathroom several times which was fairly uneventful, except once. I was wearing sheer white tights, a black skirt, pink panties, black booties, and a t-shirt. This is how my evening went: We were hanging out in our hotel room to eat dinner and chill for 2 hours before the rave. It was just 5 girls in a hotel room drinking some booze and having pizza, though I settled for 2 cans of root beer. We danced to some music and practiced twerking before the rave (we suck at it lol). Besides eating pizza, it was mostly just giggling for about half an hour until the fireworks show started. The 5 of us gathered near our hotel room window to watch the amazingly beautiful show that was actually directly across the street on the parking garage (literally the luckiest room everrr). Not much happened during the show, but there were some cute boys who were watching the fireworks from the top of the parking garage and they waved at us. We were all pretty giddy and having fun waving our flashlights at each other, but I was feeling a little frisky from all the adrenaline from the convention. We thought it would be funny if I gave them a little lewd show, though it wasn’t really much, as it resulted only in me lifting my skirt briefly to show them my panties and then we closed the curtains. (I doubt they saw much anyways since it was dark, and across the street. Mostly the gesture to hopefully add some excitement to their weekend. Besides, they were the ones looking in our hotel room so late soooo…) I think I drank a bottle of water after the fireworks, and then my friends and I started to prepare for the rave. Some of them put on body glitter and changed into more revealing outfits, while I waited and kept checking the start time of the rave. After around a half hour of getting ready, we finally left to get in line for the rave. It took us another 20 minutes or so to walk from our hotel room to the hotel where the convention and rave are held. It was now when I decided to use the bathroom since it would be another 40 minutes until the dance started, and I had to pee pretty badly (about a 5/10). It took me about 10 minutes to pee and wash my hands since there was a small line for the toilets (as was common for most of the convention). Afterwards, I exited the bathroom and got back in line for the rave, though I was a good 20 people behind my friends and I don’t feel right cutting in line. I stood in line for another 20 minutes until I finally decided to sit on the floor and be comfortable. I spent this waiting time mostly checking out the different cosplays that were in the line. After a short while, the rave finally started and we were able to enter! I reunited with my friends inside and we squeezed our way near the front. We danced for about an hour, though I began to feel the urge to pee again only 20 minutes in. After an hour of dancing I was around 4/10 on the desperation scale, and we decided to go take a short water break since we were all hot from dancing in a room with 100s of people. I drank 2 cups of water and decided I would use the bathroom after the rave because I didn’t want to miss anything, and I went back into the rave. I saw an inflatable t-rex guy and danced with some random people for about 10 minutes until I realized I actually really had to pee, like 7/10 now. I tried to keep dancing but the jumping part of the one song made me leak a little, so I finally left to go to the bathroom. Ny urge got progressively worse as I hurried to the bathroom, to the point when I got out of the dance room I started running through the hallway! It was a short jog to the bathroom and thankfully there was no line this time, but I had to pee sooooo bad, and the small wet reminder on my panties was not helping. I don’t know why but when I stepped into the stall, my bladder spasmed violently and pee started to stream through my panties onto the floor. Panicked, I closed the door and sat on the toilet, only having time to lift my skirt since I didn’t want to make a mess trying to pull my tights down (a mess that would have lead to a much larger puddle and more wet streaks down my tights). I would have rather not soaked myself on the toilet, but a wet butt could be concealed under my skirt, whereas wet legs were more noticeable. I peed for what felt like an eternity, though it was probably closer to a minute. When my stream finally tapered off, I checked the damage on the floor and my tights. The puddle was about the size of a standard dinner plate, and my crotch and butt were absolutely soaked and dripping. The initial stream must’ve went straight through my tights, as my legs were totally dry, minus the drips from my wet butt that I realized too late were starting to spread wetness towards my mid-thighs. It was pretty bad, but it could’ve been worse. I used a ton of toilet paper trying to mop up the puddle as best as I could, which didnt leave much left for my tights and panties (curse single ply paper!). I don’t know why I thought the paper towels by the sink were a better choice than moving to another stall, but it probably was related to the amount that I would need to use. The bathroom was empty thankfully, but the internal panic combined with the lack of sleep and the adrenaline of the convention may have affected my judgement. So silly me stood there by the sink drying myself instead of bringing a bunch back to the stall. The paper towels were working much better than the toilet paper, and it was going fine until a small group of girls came into the bathroom. I noticed them enter too late to hide what I was doing and they gave me a funny stare as I was holding a paper towel between my legs. My face turned bright red and I turned to face the corner. Thankfully they went into the stalls. Part of me wanted to run into a stall with a handful of paper towels, but I tried to hurry and finish instead since they already saw me and I didn’t want to flush paper towels (and my tired brain was dumb enough to miss the obvious fact that i could just set them on the floor until i exited the stall). Needless to say, I severely underestimated just how soaked my butt was and the group of girls finished before I did. They approached me I guess to see what happened (one commented “maybe her period?”) but it was pretty obvious it wasn’t. I was pretty much as dry as I was going to get and praying they just leave me be, but one of them finally asked me “what happened?” I hid my face with embarrassment and told them “I had to pee really bad” and immediately ran out of the bathroom a red, severely blushy mess and went back into the rave to find my friends. My tights dried off pretty easily since they are so thin, but my panties stayed wet for the rest of the rave. Gladly it didn’t smell since I was super hydrated, but it took me a good 10 minutes to shake off the embarrassment and get back into the rave vibe. My friends went back to the hotel but I stayed for the last half hour to enjoy the rave. Thankfully, I never saw the group of girls again for the rest of the convention. By the time I got back to my hotel room, my clothes were totally dry and I was too tired to change into pjs. In the morning I checked my tights and they were totally fine and didn’t smell at all, but my pink panties had a slightly darker stain across the entire gusset and most of the butt. Since the tights were part of my cosplay, I wore them for the next day but made sure to put on extra perfume and deodorant just in case. Looking back, I feel bad that someone saw my accident, but it wasn’t intentional or sexually provoked. It was an honest accident, and I wasn’t thinking straight with the 4 hours of sleep I had been getting for the few days prior. I hope at least the strangers forget the incident or look back at it as a thing to laugh about at my expense. All I know is that when I’m not doing a hold, I’m going to pee as soon as I can to hopefully avoid these embarrassing situations!
  12. I could be misremembering, but I recall something where the right to privacy applied mostly to the stalls themselves and not the more common space near the sinks. I would imagine a camera would be situated in such a way to see who goes in what stall, and see any possible smoke rise above that stall, but definitely not see the person in there. And side note: my work has a sign in the bathroom that says something along the lines of no vandalism, it is being monitored. I’m assuming it means the entrance to the bathroom has a camera. But it makes me question, if they had a sign like “you’re on camera” would that then not infringe on an expectation of privacy since it directly informs you that the common space has no privacy? I definitely disagree with the policy, as there are likely other ways to handle the situation, such as smoke alarms or hall/bathroom monitor people.
  13. Found this on pornhub, didn’t see anything here by Tara. I love the camera angle she uses for the skirt peeking and wetting! The video starts out with her stretching in a cheerleader uniform, and goes until she eventually wets her panties. Caution: some nudity at the end of the video. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ddf0f42b3292#1
  14. Reaching the bathroom and leaking as you pull your pants down so your pants are a little wet. Nothing too bad but still blushy feelings.
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