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LittlePee last won the day on March 3 2022

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  1. In my part-time job, I work as a receptionist in a psychotherapy office. So the patients have very specific appointments they come to and no unpredictable appointments actually happen. On the day in question, only one therapist was there and I was behind the counter. The plan was for me to work my 6 hours (scheduling appointments, making phone calls to health insurance companies, billing, etc) and then go back home. Since I was expecting my period in the next few days, I put period underwear under my black jeans in the morning to be safe. The day went by as planned, I worked through my workload, drank lots of tea, took care of incoming patients, and had a lot to do. Shortly before the end of my shift, I finally reached the contact person of a health insurance company with whom I had to clarify something important. An hour earlier, I had noticed that the tea I had been drinking all day was making its way into my bladder. Because I was working alone that day and still had a lot to do and it was only an hour until the end of my shift, I did not follow the need. During the conversation with the lady in charge, I began to slide back and forth on my chair for the first time in order to suppress the feeling of having to go. Soon after, I took my hand to help. The conversation continued and I found it increasingly difficult to follow the lady's explanations and not to be distracted by the pee that was desperately trying to flow out of me. When I had to take my hand out of my lap to make a note of something, I felt for a brief moment how a trickle of pee oozed out of me. Fortunately for me, the padding of the periods underwear absorbed the liquid. The conversation lasted for what felt like an eternity. Again and again pee dribbled meanwhile into my underwear and was absorbed there. When the lady finally said goodbye and I could put the phone aside, I groaned with relief and immediately pressed both hands in my lap. I began to think about how I could get to the toilet most quickly without losing it and completely wetting my pants. Sure I had the special underwear on, but I was also not sure how much this would hold. While I was still pondering and felt how it dribbled out of me again, the therapist working today came up to me and asked me to get some things from the basement that she urgently needed for the current therapy session. Before I could answer, she was already gone. So I had two options: run to the bathroom and possibly jeopardize the success of the current session, or quickly rush into the basement and hope that my bladder would cooperate. Out of a sense of duty (and fear - the therapist is intimidating) I chose the second option. Just getting up from my chair was absolute horror. My bladder felt like it was being pulled all the way to the floor by gravity. Pee ran out of me and into my underwear, which seemed to miraculously hold. After a few seconds of standing there frozen, I pulled myself together and went to the basement. Legs pressed tightly together, one hand between my thighs. With the hand there I could already feel moisture that slowly came out and was glad for my black pants. Miraculously, I managed to bring the necessary utensils from the basement to the therapy room without losing further against my bladder. But no sooner had I closed the door again and thought of the now coming freedom of the toilet, I completely lost control. Pee rushed out of me, a noticeable lake formed in my panties and I realized that the underwear would not hold this amount of pee. I struggled down the hall to the toilet, but it was too late. The moisture made its way and after a few seconds I felt that my jeans were now no longer dry. Unfortunately my jeans were not that black, that you couldn't see what happened. My butt was wet, it ran down my legs, some drops dripped under me on the tiled floor of the toilet and formed a small puddle. Even my shoes were not spared and I felt the moisture in my socks at the ankles. I had no choice but to wipe the floor dry as wet as I was, clean up my workspace and make my way home. The sun was still shining, unfortunately, which is why I'm sure some of the passers-by saw what had happened. At least I did not meet any of my roommates at home, so here my accident remained undiscovered.
  2. On the day in question, I did not wake up as usual by my alarm clock, but because the sun shone brightly into my room. I had clearly overslept. A quick glance at the clock made it clear that I could still make it to my compulsory attendance class on time if I skipped my morning shower and breakfast. So off I went. I didn't have much time to think about what I wanted to wear, so I pulled the first clothes out of my closet. A black lacy thong (not very liquid absorbing), a tight long medium blue highwaist jeans, a light bra, a tight white T-shirt and a light gray cardigan (fortunately, as it should turn out later). During the ride to the university on my bike I realized that I had also skipped my morning walk to the toilet. However, the bicycle saddle between my thighs, made the feeling of having to very bearable, almost exciting. In front of the university I parked my bike and hurried to find the right lecture hall. The lecture was in one of those halls where the professor is far down and tables of students go up like stairs. Since I was one of the last to enter the hall and the professor had already started his introduction to today's session, I quickly sat down on a seat in the top row. It must be said that the room was far too large for the small number of students in my course. I had the last row almost to myself. A few tables away, two fellow students were seated, otherwise there were students only two rows below me again. While I bent over to get my laptop out of my bag and rummage for my water bottle, I realized for the first time that I had to go to the bathroom. There was an uncomfortable pinch in the area of my bladder. The tight highwaist pants I had pulled out of my closet that morning didn't make this feeling any better. On the contrary. They increased the natural pressure of my bladder again unpleasant. Annoyed by the situation and exhausted from my jaunt to the university, I took a big gulp from my water bottle and started to concentrate on the lecture.... Twenty minutes later, I caught myself starting to shift restlessly back and forth in my seat. I tried to pull myself together and refocus on what my professor was explaining and about applied statistics. To give myself some relief, I wedged my bottle between my legs. I needed my hands to type on the computer. Forty minutes into the lecture, my concentration was shot. I rocked restlessly from one foot to the other, moved my pelvis back and forth and massaged myself with my hand. Still, I felt the first drops making their way into my panties. Now was pretty much the last moment to make it to the toilet in time, I was aware of that, but the list for compulsory attendance that you had to sign (and I had already reached the maximum of allowed absences in this course) was only a few rows below me. If I went to the bathroom now, I would pretty much not make it back in time to sign, which would mean failing the course. The first drops in my panties had been joined by a few more in the meantime. I clearly felt the heat on my vulva. Under normal circumstances in the quiet of my room or in a deserted place, this circumstance would have made me pretty horny, but here in the middle of the university? I felt the urine hotly throbbing against my exit and the effort to hold it back drove beads of sweat on my forehead. To distract me a bit, I took a few hearty sips from my water bottle, which in retrospect, was totally stupid... When the longed-for list had reached the last of the students below me, i.e. was almost within reach, I felt my muscles give way. A hot, unstoppable stream poured into my panties and since it was not one of thicker cotton, but a lace thong, it was only a matter of seconds that the pee had soaked him completely and made his way into my pants. I sat there frozen. The pee continued to run down my pants, reaching my bottom and forming a small puddle on my chair. When the girl got up a few rows in front of me to bring me the list to the back, I pulled myself together and stopped the flow, summoning all my strength. I quickly put my cardigan over my lap to cover up my mishap. With a smile she handed me the list and I thanked her with a high red head, she didn't seem to notice anything. As she went back down the steps, my bladder muscles gave way again and more pee soaked through my pants. When the flow finally came to a halt, some urine was already dripping from the chair onto the carpet of the hall. This had darkened conspicuously, just like my pants in the area of the crotch, the butt and a bit down the thighs. I signed the list, fully aware that I would have to pass it on to fellow students a few tables away. It was impossible to cover up what had happened. The cardigan would cover up what had happened, however, I had to get up to put it on so it wouldn't get wet. Either way, my accident would probably not go unnoticed. I gathered my things and stood up. The student with closest looked at me, looked down at me, and widened his eyes. With a bright red face, I pulled on my cardigan, shouldered my bag, and got the 15 steps behind me to hand him the attendance sheet. All the while, he stared at my crotch and the stain under my chair. I turned around, wrapped my cardigan tightly around me, and left the auditorium. As I walked quickly towards my bike, I slowly felt a sense of relief and somehow arousal at the humiliation I had just experienced. The ride home, with the saddle between my wet legs, increased this feeling of excitement so far that I satisfied myself in my wet clothes before I jumped into the shower at home.
  3. Well I'm new here and this will be my first story. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, but english is not my mothertongue. To describe myself: I'm a nineteen year old girl from Germany. I'm not very tall (about 5"2) and I've got long brown hair. My body shows you, that I do sports regularly but also my cuban roots. My mom was on vacation the whole week so I had the house for myself. My accident happened last Sunday. The evening before a friend of mine started a party at his house. At 4am I fell asleep on his couch without going to the toilet since 1am. The next morning I woke up on the couch about 10am. Because his parents would arrive at 12 I helped to clean up a bit and didn't get the chance to use the bathroom. Of course I enjoyed the feeling of my full bladder but I never planned to have an unintentional wetting. After cleaning up I got to my car to drive home. I felt a little bit uncomfortable because auf the pressure on my bladder but it was okay. I planned to have a nice wetting at home on my bed. What I didn't plan was to get stuck in traffic. Normally my way home would have been about 20 minutes and in Germany on Sundays there aren't many people on the streets, but I forgot about the festival at the village where the friend lived. So instead of arriving at home after 20 minutes, I was stuck in traffic like 30 extra minutes. The pressure on my bladder increased. I tried to focus on the traffic but at one point I couldn't anymore. I hadn't gone to the toilet like about 12 hours and I had drunk a lot the night before. To avoid an accident I put one hand down to hold my crotch. Like this I managed to get through the jam without peeing myself. The next 15minutes were a fight with my bladder. I tried to focus on the street, to think about anything but my bursting bladder. I wasn't far away from my street, when I finally lost the fight with myself. I felt warm pee spreading out of me. My hand on my crotch got warm and damp. Fortunately I managed to stop the flow after a few seconds. My jeans had a big wet patch on the front and my butt felt also damp. The last few minutes till I got home some spurts regularly escaped but it wasn't too bad. At home I managed to get into the house without been seen from some neighbours. While taking off my jacket suddenly warm streams went down my legs. I just stood there peeing myself completely and leaving a big puddle on the floor in the hall. The feeling was amazing and exciting. After pleasuring myself I cleaned up the floor, but I kept on my wet jeans. Whenever I felt like going to the toilet I just let it flow into my jeans. It was an amazing day resulting out of an exciting accident.
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