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  1. Yeah. It might be hard to see but my socks got soaked on the bottom (the left more on top too). My shoes were mostly wet on the inside bottom and some on the sides, and I tried to dry them a bit with toilet paper.
  2. A little background info first: Been doing holds a lot this week, and my bladder is most likely weakened from this kind of activity. I almost always have a change of clothes in my bag (or at least panties in case i leak badly). I had done a hold a few hours before this event that resulted in me wetting my leggings, so i switched into dry leggings and spare panties before I went to class. (Storytime begins) I was casually sitting in my ethics class worried about a possible quiz (but at least its open book/notes). Turns out the quiz is the following week and we just discussed our reading assignment. Nothing much really happened in class but it was about an hour long and by the end I had the teeniest of urges to tinkle. Nothing super exciting, maybe like a 3/10. I crossed campus to get to the building where my next class would be and just hung around on the omo discord channel. It was eventually decided that I should do a hold in my next class (an almost 3 hour class). I assured everyone that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen, as we had periodic breaks. If I had a serious urge to pee I would just take a break, no problem. So I go to class at around a 3.5/10. Around 30 minutes into class i drank about half my water bottle (so like 250 ml). I knew it was a lecture day so there wouldn’t be a surprise quiz or something either (there are no pop quizzes. We have a quiz every Tuesday and today was Thursday). My professor finished up the lecture around the 1 hour mark and told everyone that we could leave if we wanted and the rest of class would be for any extra questions, so I left (free time? Oh yeah!). I knew my sister wouldn’t be able to pick me up for another hour, so I decided to hang out in my school’s cyber cafe and be on discord. My urge had grown a little bit but it was still manageable (5/10). I put in my headphones to mask my little foot bob, hoping someone would mistake my minor desperation with jamming out to music. All was fine and dandy. Then around 20 minutes later I felt a small spurt dampen my panties. It was super unexpected! My urge was nowhere near the leaking stage yet, so what happened? I got a little concerned so I packed my things quickly and made a beeline for the bathroom. It was near the middle of the hallway’s length and the hallway was like 30 feet away. As I approached the bathroom all hell broke loose. And my dam broke. Like my desperation spiked as if I got hit by a soccer ball or something, and I felt a rush of warmth running down my inner thigh. This panicked me more so I rushed into the bathroom with my hands uselessly between my legs and it wouldn’t stop! There were no available stalls, and I was peeing. And peeing. And peeing. Never could I imagine how loud the splattering sound against the tile would be, and I’m certain everyone in the stalls heard it and my whimpering too. My face was red and all blushy, and my whole body felt hot with embarrassment. I’m pretty sure my legs were shaking. Like, I just peed myself in the middle of the bathroom. People are in here. I awkwardly stood there with my pants dripping into my shoes and on the floor for what seemed to be forever, until I finally heard a toilet flush. The worst part of this was the sympathetic look the lady gave to me when she stepped out of the stall. I even more awkwardly stepped past her into the stall to assess my situation. I was already panicking and kind of in shock at what happened. And then it dawned on my that these *were* my spare clothes. It would be an understatement to say I shed a few tears. I sat there on the toilet in my sopping pants with tears running down my face (my tears only made more heat rise to my face). Its funny how when things like this happen you’re aware of every small detail, so I was consciously trying to not sob. I took to discord to explain my predicament and to seek some advice. I’m not good with names but someone asked if my other leggings were less wet. I checked but they still had a wet spot on them, but it was a lot less damage than the ones I was currently wearing, and my skirt could mostly hide the damage. I switched to my less wet clothes and waited there in the stall. I knew my sister would be arriving to pick me up soon, so I stayed there until she would be arriving. I tried to compose myself and had dried my tears with my sleeve and used some toilet paper to blow my nose. I tried to pull my skirt’s waistband as low as possible to hide more of the damage, and I nervously exited the stall. The bathroom had cleared out at this point and I shamefully left the bathroom, well aware of the wetness between my legs. I felt even more shame for leaving the puddle but it would be very hard to cleanup with only toilet paper, and I couldn’t take the humiliation of someone walking in on me drying a puddle (and the sheer amount of tissue I would have to use is unimagineable...). I felt myself blushing as I crossed the building, hoping no one could see the obvious wet spot that stretched halfway down my inner thigh. I saw my sister’s car waiting by the curb outside, so I exited and sheepishly made my way to her. I told her it was just water I spilled in my lap, but I dunno if she bought it. The entire ride home was awkwardly quiet and I changed into some dry, comfy sweatpants when we got home. Soooo... I’m gonna give my bladder a break so this doesn’t happen again anytime soon. Like there was no way that lady didn’t know...
  3. I’m a biological male but identify as gender fluid (for me I tend to alternate between female and gender neutral more often). Wearing female clothes has always been a sort of self-validation for me. I started out with just panties (snatched a pair from my sis whenever she got new ones (hanes nothing expensive or noticeable)). Eventually I bought some from Pink which felt really validating, especially since my family now knows (although I don’t think they yet realize I’m fluid, but instead think I just like panties). I’ve since bought leggings, skirts, cute socks, shirts, shorts, dresses, jeans and tights. I don’t have much chance to wear around the house (extended family would be complicated), but I often bring them with to college where I wear whatever I please. (I change in the bathroom stall and hooray for gender neutral bathrooms!). TLDR: am i really dressing in clothes of the opposite gender if it’s what I identify as? I don’t think so, but I guess I do wear boy clothes sometimes
  4. Last night I was worried that my weakened bladder (from a hold earlier in the day) might cause me to wet my bed, so I decided it would be best to only wear panties and a shirt to bed so there would be less cleanup. After finishing a can of root beer, I promptly fell asleep around 8:00 pm. A little after midnight I woke up with the most extreme feeling of desperation, a good 9/10. It took everything in me not to squeal (because I didn’t want to wake anyone up). Panicked, I rushed out of bed and immediately began leaking. A large spurt dampened the gusset of my pink panties and dribbled down my leg (which kinda tickled which didn’t really help. Also it’s a bit chilly and I wasn’t wearing socks... soo cold!). I hobbled my way to the bathroom, leaving a small trail of pee in my wake. However, as I was about to step into the bathroom, my bladder decided it was too tired, and I started to forcefully pee myself. I stood there for a second trying to regain control, but my bladder wasn’t having any of it. After realizing this, I dashed into the bathroom, closed the door, and as I was soaking my bathroom rug I sat on the toilet (getting some on the seat too...). There was definitely not enough time to lower my already soaked panties! I quickly finished up and decided to inspect the damage. The entire gusset of my pink panties were an obviously much darker, almost red color. The wetness had travelled a bit up my backside since I sat on the toilet, and holding myself on the way must be why some wetness travelled up the front a bit. There wasn’t much I could do about my panties. I stood up and felt dribbles stream down my leg onto the rug. To try and cleanup I used a towel in the bathroom and discreetly wiped up my trail (and tiny puddle outside the door). I quietly made my way back to my room, and hopped back into bed with the same panties on for two reasons: 1: There was a possibility I could still wet the bed 2: I share a room with my sister and my dresser drawers are super loud when they open, and I didn’t want to risk waking her up. I could only imagine “why are you getting changed at midnight?” I’m writing this several hours later after I woke up again, and my bed is still dry (yay!), and my pink panties have since dried.
  5. So this is a bit of a strange situation but bear with me. I started my hold last night before bed and held it until I got to school (year 2 college/university) where I decided it would be best to hold in the restroom until I could no longer hold. I was wearing some cute pink jeans and a pair of gray ‘Pink’ panties. It took like an hour and a half as i casually read my ethics textbook while sitting on the toilet fully clothed. (It was before my class started and it was super un-busy around this time so i’m not depriving anyone of a stall). But as I got more desperate as I downed my water bottle it was too difficult to focus on my book, so I just hung around the discord chat. Little did I realize how quickly my desperation scaled. (I originally intended to hold until after class, but i was in the bathroom so no one would see me fidget. Also i had lined my panties with a thick nighttime pad in case i leaked during class). It started as some sharp urges until I felt a telltale spasm as I leaked. Nothing too bad. But the leaks kept coming, and coming, so i stood up to try and hold some more with my hand between my legs. It worked! My desperation dropped from like a 10 to a 7, but it was short lived as not even a minute later I felt myself let out a large leak that lasted at least 6 seconds of start/stop. Around half a minute later I “lost control” and as it started to run down my legs, I sat on the toilet to avoid making a mess. Peeing never felt so good and it lasted a good while. I wrote about it on the discord and ended my hold, but like 5 minutes later I had to pee really bad again, so I went as I was still sitting on the toilet in my pants. Yet, this was still not the end of the hold! 10 minutes after that I fully soaked myself again (like a 20 second pee that was even hissing in my pants)! It was bliss but I never knew I could pee so much so fast. After the wetting I changed into some gray leggings with a shiny black skater skirt and went to class. (Nothing eventful happened in class, but I felt a small urge to pee near the end). After class I went to the nearest restroom and looked in my bag to check on the pink jeans I wet earlier. Surprisingly since the material is so thin (those stretchy forever 21 jeans) they were mostly dry! (A little damp by the butt but not visible.) I decided to change back into the old panties and jeans and planned on doing a similar wetting on the toilet. I left the building and had to take a 5 minute walk across campus to get to the building where my next class would be. I approached the bathroom (the same one I wet in earlier) and it was pretty busy since everyone got out of class and it was like 11:30 am. Crowded hallway, but I managed to enter the bathroom. All of the stalls were occupied so I patiently waited my turn, as I was at like a 4/10. When a stall finally opened, I politely entered as the other lady exited, turned around to close the door and it happened: I was having a legitimate accident. I couldn’t believe it! Like I was at a 4/10 why is there pee running down my legs? At this time I realized I should probably close the stall door the rest of the way. I struggled as I fumbled with the dumb handle and then had to hang my bag up (couldn’t set it down like I usually would as there was a puddle forming where I stood) and hung up my coat. By this time I had finished soaking myself and I was quite horrified and pleased. I accidentally got my shoes wet (something I didn’t plan for). I had finally lost control for like the first time ever, but there were people in here, theres a puddle on the floor, and its slowly spreading towards the stalls next to me. (I felt really bad but planned on cleaning it up when people left). Either I was lucky that the people in the stalls next to me finished up before it spread to them, or they didn’t notice it as the floor often has mysterious drips on it, but no one commented. After the bathroom was clear I went to grab some toilet paper to wipe up the puddle, but there was none in this stall! Frustrated, I grabbed my stuff and moved to a few stalls down (without a pudde) to grab some toilet paper from. But luck was not with me this time and the custodian walked in and started cleaning the sink, and checked on the toilet when she discovered the tell tale puddle... I feel bad but she mopped it up. Although she sounded a bit upset (not quite angry, maybe annoyed? Confused how someone could miss that bad? I dunno.) She never saw that it was me, but I changed back into my skirt and leggings and went about my day. It turns out my bladder was weakened by this hold and if I stand with my legs apart and slightly bent I’m having difficulties holding it... The first 2 pictures are from my hold wetting, the last 3 are from my accident.
  6. Gotta catch all those leaks when doing all of the tumbling and jumping around!
  7. Does this new policy affect personal stories of like when we were younger (like a wetting experience nonfiction)? And can we still use younger characters if they are not involved in any of the fetish/sexual stuff (like no sexualizing the younger peeps)?
  8. This may be a weird question, but I’ve noticed that when i press on my bladder repeatedly and finally pee, it’s almost always a weak stream and it seems like I don’t completely empty my bladder. I dunno what causes this, but like an hour after doing this I finally got up for my morning bathroom trip and it was almost the same amount as if I never peed earlier. (I don’t drink much before bed so idk. I’m pretty dehydrated by the time morning comes). Any ideas as to what causes this? Does this happen to anyone else?
  9. Anything over $100 and you’re doing better than a lot of amateur producers sadly. I mean, if anyone you know asks what happened just tell them. Imo it would be crazy to pass up like a thousand bucks for a simple accident.
  10. I’m glad to see that you’re being considerate and taking protective measures for their beds. Kudos to you!
  11. So I bought my very first set of panties! (And they’re from Victoria’s Secret / Pink too!) Had an awkward confrontation from my sister tho when the package arrived (whyyy didn’t he put it in the mailbox 🙃) but she wasn’t judgey. Many mixed emotions today lol

    1. Toady567

      Panties are nice. I used to wet my ex wife’s panties sometimes when she wasn’t home.

  12. I really like when someone uses ‘piddle’ in a cute way. Or when someone refers to an accident as having “sprung a leak”.
  13. What fictional universe do you wish you could experience?
  14. Here’s my results. Pretty much sums me up, left but not too extreme.
  15. Because Kirby is pink, as is of the upmost fabulous club. King Dedede is not. What color is the universe?
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