NiagraFalls

I always want to be desperate. I wish I could snap my fingers and be bursting!

I worked at a seafood restaurant where i was in an auxiliary part that faced the street, and i would be alone for most of my shift. I would ALWAYS get super desperate, cz when it was slow there was nothing to do but take sips of the fountain drink. I almost always peed myself- it was early in my adult pants peeing escapades. The reason I was able to feel free to do so is because we all had to wear houndstooth patterned trousers as our uniform so there was no way anyone would be able to see the massive stain. I wonder who else there did this? Like I would ask... !!!

my mom used to shame me about it; like that was gonna get me to stop?????!!!! it didn't work

oh i know that feeling, that's even better. more points for if you have already changed into fresh clothes and then you get another wave and pee in THEM

I almost made it, but when I got to my secret pee spot (1/2way home) I had to let out a leak which turned into a major spurt. OH! look at my latest status update and there are pics!

I look forward to having this opportunity but as of today not yet

I really only like omo stories that start with the person on their last moments of being dry, and how they react and feel (ad struggle) The super long extended stories, I end up scrolling though to get to that point. maybe a little bit of about how they got into that situation is fine, but not paragraphs of back story.

if you're scared of people seeing do what i do-wear dark trousers/shorts. that way you can just pee and pee and nobody will notice

I would love the opportunity to wet myself more than twice a day

no diapers for this pissboy- I love just bursting all in my pants and then having to try to hid the disastrously huge stain. See my latest update for pix

nighttime wetting is far superior. Less people to see it, but still a disastrously huge stain in my pants. ohhh yeeahhh

I started to hold regularly when I lived in Athens GA (UGA). my friend was a bartender at a frat bar and would ply me with free drinks in exchange for an intelligent person to talk to. I would usually make it about 2/3 of the way thru his shift, and more often than not, the drunkenness was the reason i would finally leave. I would stumble home and usually within about 5 blocks from home, I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. luckily up the road was an apt complex with a pool, and I would slip into it and get wet all over (it also helped with that stick Southern muggy heat) boy that was great. I miss that.

I always thought I was just weird for wanting to do it, but thank goodness the internet came around. whew!