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soggysarah

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  1. I used to message her occasionally to check up on her and see how things were but I havent heard from her for months.
  2. I wet myself in my old mesh/fabric computer chair a few years ago and it kind of worked the same way I think. I was mid-game with some people online and had gotten desperately full but couldn't stop during what we were doing so I kind of just accepted my fate and let it out in my seat. I really had to go so I expected a big dramatic mess and kind of sat there cringing waiting for the sound of pee pouring through the chair and splattering the carpet but amazingly nothing was dripping through despite the fact I was going for at least thirty seconds and could feel the cushion squelching under my butt and thighs. It was only at the very end when I had finished that one tiny trickle leaked through and made a harmless little spot. Was a really absorbent cusion apparently.
  3. I bet a bladder like that has led to some nice desperation/wetting experiences.
  4. Great experience. Gaming wettings are one of my favorites. Was your racing chair easy to clean?
  5. Very nice, looks like you had fun. I was tempted to do the same this morning because I woke up bursting and didn't want to get up but I thought better of dealing with all that cleanup so I wet myself standing next to the bed instead.
  6. My first sexual experience was a lot like a high School football game. I was tired and dirty and sore at the end, but at least my dad came.
  7. I bet her bladder gave out faster than their fourth quarter defense.
  8. I've taken a metric shitload of Adderall in my life and pee myself often but I've never wet the bed from Adderall for what it's worth. I would sooner blame it on the alcohol than the medication.
  9. I think I have those same pants. They're the best type for wetting.
  10. Waking up desperate and peeing the bed right away is definitely nice, I've done it more than once.
  11. I enjoyed it more in hindsight after the fact because at the time it was by far my most major accident and I felt a mixture of embarassment from it happening, shock/panic about someone finding out and frustration with myself for not being sensible and just going sooner. The bathroom was right next to my room and failing that there was a trash can right next to me which I didn't think about until after the fact. The carpet didn't smell because we actually had a steam cleaner machine then for pet stuff so I just used that the next day when my mom wasn't home. It stayed soggy for the whole day until I used the machine though even with all the blotting but it was a LOT of pee so it wasn't too surprising.
  12. I've always been interested in experiencing a genuine bedwetting where I wet in my sleep unaware of it then wake up and it's already done. The only bedwettings I've had were ones where I wake up really desperate and either lose control within moments (while trying to stop it) or a few times I had to go so bad that I knew a dash to the bathroom would just result in a wet floor on the way there so I gave up.
  13. This experience happened a few years when I was 15, and was right around the time I was just starting to experiment with self-omo. I had a long distance "internet boyfriend" at the time and we commonly talked on Skype video calls for hours at a time. It was easy to lose track of time, among other things, when talking to him. I did these calls on my computer at my bedroom desk to give you an idea of the setting. We were talking like normal one night, and had been for a couple hours already, when I suddenly noticed just how much I needed to go to the bathroom. I usually tried to go before starting my calls with him since I knew how long they lasted and was shy about excusing myself but he had called me a bit earlier than usual this time and I hadn't had a chance to do so. It didn't seem like that big of a deal so I ignored it, and sure enough the urge subsided only a few minutes later. We continued talking and doing our usual joking around and flirting and I completely forgot about that little urge until an hour or so after the first one when I noticed it once again. It seemed a bit more real this time, and in normal circumstances I probably would have headed to the bathroom at this point, but I was really enjoying our current conversation topic and was too stubborn to interrupt it. So I held it, again, except this time the urge didn't go away completely. It subsided a bit from the initial alert but a definite feeling of fullness remained. Thirty minutes go by. Then another thirty. By now, I'm getting squirmy in my chair, and occasionally grabbing my crotch a bit, out of view of my webcam of course. We had been on the phone for 3 hours, and I hadn't used the bathroom in at least 5. I started mentally rehearsing how I would tell him I'd be right back, that I was going to get another drink or something, because God forbid he know what I was actually doing. Not right now, though. I'll tell him in a few more minutes. You know how that goes, of course. Our conversation gets more flirty again, and my infatuated brain loses its focus. That focus only returns another 20-30 minutes later when I suddenly feel my bladder tense up and a little leak runs into my pajama shorts. I clenched up immediately, slamming my legs together under my desk where he couldn't see, and discretely pressed a hand to my crotch to check for damage, completely caught off guard by the intensity of my need. As I said, I was new to self-omo at this time, and most of my personal experiences had been limited to things like peeing in the shower, sink, or a container of some sort, and not actual self-wetting yet. I didn't do my own laundry at this point (but started to not long after this) so wetting my clothes was considered a no-go to me for irrational fear of being caught. Leaking in my clothes just I had just done wasn't something I was familiar with, and the prospect of wetting my shorts any further sent me into panic mode. My boyfriend was in the middle of telling a story about something he was passionate about as this was happening, and I held on for dear life as I waited for the slightest break in his conversation so I could make up an excuse to run for the bathroom, already bracing my body and feet to jump right of my chair. But he just kept talking, going on and on, and I couldn't bring myself to interrupt. Less than a minute into enduring this since my first leak, it happened again, and worse this time. More of a spurt than a leak. Frantic, bursting, not thinking clearly and worried to death about my shorts and fabric chair, I scooted my butt to the edge of it, discretely pulled my shorts down just enough, and thanked the Lord that my webcam could only see from the chest up. I smiled into the camera and tried to look normal as six hours worth of pee erupted onto the bedroom carpet under my desk, spraying out in a way that hit the backs of both of my legs and splattered all over my bare feet. I didn't dare look down to see what was happening, staring blankly into the camera and nodding as my boyfriend continued his story. A loud ffffffssssssshhhhhhhpppp! type sound filled my room as I continued to wet the floor, the sound becoming more splashy and wet as the carpet became more saturated. I could now feel the warm sodden fibers spreading under and around my drenched toes. I prayed that my mic wasn't picking up the noises under my desk, or if it was that my boyfriend couldn't hear it over his rambling. I hosed things down for a few more seconds before the stream finally dripped to a halt. I gingerly reached down and pulled my shorts back up, dismayed to find they had gotten pretty wet regardless from being too close to the splash zone. I scooted myself back into my seat and rolled my chair backwards a bit to clear my feet from the puddle. I finally glanced down as I did this, and the reality of what I just did smacked me in the face. My once tan carpet was now a deep dark brown, the main puddle having spread almost all the way to the wall behind my desk and still glistening from the fresh wetness that hadn't yet absorbed into the drenched material. I had to sit there smelling my own pee and feeling my wet shorts cling to me for another half an hour before I was able to make up an excuse to leave. Managed to blot the hell out of the carpet with a wet soapy towel then covered it with a dry one overnight, sprayed Febreeze and scrubbed it the next day when I was alone.
  14. Was horny and full and tried to leak just a small amount in bed but it all came out instead and I couldn't stop...
  15. I just woke up and I have to go but I'm too cozy and lazy to get out of bed yet so I guess I'm sorta holding lol. Really wish I had a waterproof mattress thing right now.
  16. I need to try this soon but I tend to lose control within a couple hours after chugging 2 liters in a short time so I doubt my wimpy bladder could handle it lol
  17. Thank you all for the kind words. Should I share more of my experiences?
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