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So I had just finished college. It was about 5:30pm and I was waiting to get the bus home. It was pretty dark out and the city was starting to get quite busy, (for context I live about a 20 min drive away from the city Center). I was sat there and I felt a slight tinge, I didn’t need to pee desperately, quite the opposite actually. I’d describe myself being a 2/10. But the thought suddenly crossed my mind, what if I pissed myself in public? I’d never done it before. Usually my fantasy is watching someone else wet themselves in public and embarrass themselves, but I’d be open to try it for myself. I was wearing black jeans at the time. It was perfect. I looked around. There were two people to my right, and two others to my left, some college girls around my age. If I let out a little bit, just small squirts and controlled streams, I could wet myself without anyone knowing. slight problem. My bladder refused to go. normally I’m quite good with bladder control. If I feel like wetting, I can just let go and empty whatever’s in there into my pants. But that’s when I’m alone at home. I was in public. I couldn’t make it happen. I had to be very subtle about it, as to make sure no one noticed what I was doing, but nothing seemed to work. eventually, the bus arrived and I got on, and headed to the upper floor. The seats were leather, and it was completely empty. Perfect. I sat down at the back and let my bladder loose… nothing. Fuck! I just couldn’t pee, I tried but I couldn’t. I could feel the pee in my bladder waiting to get our, but it wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. I opened up my phone to look at some Omo to get my body in the mood, but my phone ran out of battery. Eventually, I just sat down and waited. About 20 minutes later I arrived at my stop. I got off and looked around, there was one guy and that was it, it’s January so it’s basically pitch black outside. A huge relief came over me, and I felt a warm jet go down my left thigh. I was peeing. I felt it spread down my arse and across the front of my thighs, it was blissful. But crap, this way way more than I anticipated. I slowed the stream down, tightening my muscles. But then I looked around again. I was all alone, there was one person outside a corner shop, and a few parked cars, but that was it. I though to myself “screw it!” And just kept going. Once again I felt it trickle down, reaching my calves and onto the side of my trainers, occasionally splattering on the ground. I kept going until I was finished. now for the walk of shame i started to walk home, it’s about 5 minutes between the stop and my house. I could feel the wet fabric brushing against the inside of my thighs, the saturated wetness around my crotch. Eventually I stopped once I reached a street lamp to inspect the damage. There was a stain, noticeable, but only under the right light. I continued my walk, feeling somewhat accomplished. I walked past a few people, they didn’t even bat an eye, they had no idea I was wearing saturated pissy jeans. eventually I got home, headed upstairs and showered. Here I am now, sat writing this story thanks for reading!

Pretty self explanatory. Woke up and pissed myself 🙂 FullSizeRender.mov