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  1. Having a diaper full to the almost leaking point is a real pain. I had a long commute by car a few years ago and a lot of it was across country. Before I used a diaper I regularly stopped at a public toilet about halfway home. Sometimes this wasn't enough to stop me needing to pee again before i reached the house. Because of this I had a few "lost it on the doorstep" or "rushing to the bathroom and arriving too late" experiences. I was already diapered at night for obvious reasons and took to carrying a diaper in my brief case and putting it on in the work restroom before leaving the office. It's a mistake to be over confident about your diapers capacity, but I did tend to rely on mine for the journey home and didn't always make sure I had a wee before diapering up. On the day I am remembering I was driving and had the kind of urge that won't go away. I let go and felt the warmth spread into my diaper. That was fine, but for some reason the urge came back about 20 miles later and I couldn't stop myself from pissing fast into the already used diaper. I had a spare in the glove box and decided to stop at the lay-by with the toilet to change. I was very wet and slipping mt hand inside my pants felt that there was seepage into my briefs from the leg hole of the diaper. I wasn't much worried because I had black pants on and not much would be visible. I stopped at the toilet and got out, holding the fresh diaper as discretely as I could, although no one was around. I walked to the door and panicked when I saw it had a notice saying "OUT of ORDER.". I ran to the back of the building and hidden from the road dropped my pants, slipped down my boxer-briefs and un-taped the Tena slip I was wearing, Then I stood by the wall of the toilet with my pants down and the diaper on the floor beside me. I was in the process of emptying the remaining contents of my bladder when I realised I wasn't alone. I looked round and saw a youngish guy who was looking at me and seemed a bit surprised (as well he might be). I said "I am sorry - I had to go and I have a problem..." He replied "no worries I couldn't wait any longer" and finished getting his gear out before standing back ant spraying the wall with a long stream. I lent against a dry part of the wall to put on and fasten my fresh diaper. The other guy had finished and was getting ready to leave. I just wanted him to go, but he turned to me and said "I am going to need one of those if they don't open up this place soon, I get desperate and close to peeing my self too often" I said it was a disgrace that the only toilet for miles was out of action" and he replied, "Yeah, it was a close call for me and me undies got a bit damp". We parted and I put the used diaper in a plastic bag to dispose of at home. After that I was more careful to pee before putting my diaper on for the journey home.
  2. At a school I attended the toilets were across the playground - it was a modernized Victorian building. Inevitably as we were in the 6-9 year old age band kids got caught short and although discouraged staff were realistic about wet pants. In summer one teacher would give two options "go and see the school nurse and get clean pants and a letter home" or "let it dry and hope mum doesn't notice". Of course mums always did but it did your street cred no good to be seen sitting outside the nurses office because everyone knew why you were there.
  3. In our first house the bathroom was separate from the toilet. One day I had run the bath and was just about to jump in when I felt the need to pee. I had undressed and was just slipping naked next door to the toilet when my wife rushed up announcing "Out of the way I'm bursting" I said "so am !" and moved away. She called after me " If you don't want to wait go in the bath like you did as a little boy- I bet you do anyway." I hardly ever won bets with my wife!
  4. Being older and British I can remember when the term "panties" got to be in common usage. My wife hated the blue school knickers her generation were usually forced to wear, and I grew up associating knickers with the substantial long legged undergarments my mother and female relatives wore. Because of this my wife tended to use the "panty" word because it reminded her of the liberation from heavy cotton knickers to the thin skimpy panties you began to see in underwear adds or displays in department stores. There was nothing less sexy (to most people) than thick old fashioned knickers and (it has to be said) panties were OK to pee through in an emergency and could be rinsed out and dried overnight.
  5. Out in the fog in Staffordshire England one night my mate needed a very urgent pee. I pulled over and he got out and finding a convenient post pushed his pants down and watered it for what seemed like 5 minutes bur was probably less. Hearing his strong stream made me need to go ,so i joined him and we finished about the same time. We got back in the car and I had to back up to get out onto the road again. I put the headlights on and saw that the post we had watered carried a town sign reading "LEEK" which seemed somewhat appropriate, but probably wasn't an instruction.
  6. Decisions,Decisions! Will it be a diaper or the wash basin! or nip outside behind the garage...or find a drain in the basement
  7. Just woke up and have not visited the toilet yet - its about 8.30am. The phone rang and while talking to a relative the pee urge hit strongly. My overnight diaper was fairly full already but as I felt it get warm again I thought about times past when long phone calls on the house phone had me jumping about on the end of the handset tethered by the cord to the wall. Once or twice got the wet,warm leg feeling and onvc really lost it.
  8. You don't have to be drunk to need a urgent pee on a cold night! Long walks home from the station in winter were a bit like Russian roulette with both my dad and I either getting .home and making a dash for the toilet or watering the snow in the front garden. Had a few "in pants" accidents as well, perhaps becasue in the cold the first I realised itwas when my leg felt warm.
  9. For a guy loose fitting shorts can allow a pee to go down leg not too obviously - stand in the grass so there is not much of a tell tail puddle or in town over a drain. Top tip is that underwear complicates things so if wanting to have the freedom to pee where you shouldn't leave the boxers at home.
  10. Different approaches: When I was very young a cousin stating at our house and I were bathing together under the supervision of my mum. One or both of us pee'd in the water and mum noticed and asked who did it. My cousin got in first and said it was me. I was told off and we were made to have a fresh bath after being told to stand over the toilet to "make sure" it wouldn't happen again. Neither of us could pee, so I guess mum realised it had been both of us turning the water yellow. Not much later I was at his house and again we were sharing a bath. his mum was keeping an eye on us and said "has someone done a wee wee" My cousin started to say "it was him" but his mum cut him off and said "It happens,it's only water" and made us get out, but no more was said about it
  11. That's why my wife always wanted me to wear Y fronts or briefs with double layers of cotton "where it matters"!
  12. This might work. Make a list of things you like doing -playing a game-listening to an album-watching a programme or whatever and the challenge yourself to do as many as possible before visiting the bathroom. Make the list long so you will be bursting before you complete it and see how far you get before desperation strikes. When things get urgent continue the task until the dam bursts.
  13. The mental process might go like this: I need to go a bit, but will wait until it is more urgent so as to save having to go twice I'll hold myself a little just in case it gets urgent It might be fun to let a little out and maybe release the pressure-not that it's that bad These boxers have been on all day and it won't be the first time there has been a dribble in them Oops I think I have let out a bit sort of accidentailly Go on you know you want too, and you did buy that waterproof mattress cover Shall I do it now or later? O F**k, now is the new later-- did I decide to let go or did it just happen? Too late to stop now What relief, why do I so enjoy this? And why am I feeling a bit guilty - it's my pee and my bed Time for a bit of masculine stress relief, no need to bother with the kleenex Its not too cold, I'll go to sleep and sort it in the morning
  14. I was about 40 when it started to happen regularly. It meant using diapers because there was no way of telling which night I would wake up wet. Got to realise it was more important to cope with the problem than worry about it. It felt like reliving my early teen years when it happened a lot and I made up my mind that hits time around I wasn't going to fall into the "shame" trap - although I was obviously too old for that kind of problem.
  15. We had been on a business trip and I was in the back of my boss's jaguar sitting next to my new girl-friend who worked for the same outfit. It was late at night and we were both tired. I had drifted in and out of sleep for the last 50 miles and Jane's head rolled over onto my shoulder- which I kind of liked. I heard Jane whisper something but didn't quite catch it. I asked her to speak louder and she whispered more clearly "I am going to pee my panties if we don't stop soon". I said "you know what Dave (the boss is like) he won't want to." Jane sounded desperate and close to tears when she said how urgent it was and her panty pad was soaked. Then she said "you ask him". Knowing Dave was a bit sadistic to words women I changed the request to "Hey Dave I'm pissing myself back here, can we stop at a tree or something". Dave grumbled but said "OK" and pulled over. I jumped out as Dave said "If anyone else wants to water the grass,do it now I'm not stopping again. I stood by the side of the car and Jane got out the other door. I was on the highway side and was pulling down my zip when Dave came and stood beside me. I deliberately wet the front of my jeans and briefs a little bit and as I pissed on the ground said "Thanks Dave, that was a close call" and pulled the front of my jeans away from my body to prove the point. Dave (ever boss like) said "You were lucky I was going to stop anyway-cleaning the seat would have cost you". I mumbled thanks I didn't feel and got back into the car. Jane got in and I winked at her, she nodded and We settled down for the rest of the journey. She put a hand on the front of my jeans and whispered "you didn't really wee in your pants did you?" I replied "just enough to convince Dave he was the macho male with the iron bladder". We both lived in the same part of Town and I suggested that because it was late if he stopped at Jane's flat, I could walk from there. By now it was very late on a Friday night. Jane asked me to come in and I agreed - "just for a minute". I was offered coffee and one thing led to another. I admitted that my Jeans and underwear were "probably" wetter than I had led her to believe. We both showered and from somewhere Jane found a pair of track suit bottoms that just about fitted me so I stayed to watch a film and had a stumbling sort of conversation about how awkward it was to be desperate to pee and hiding the evidence of small accidents. I slept on the sofa and collected my clothes from the washer dryer in the morning. We spent the day together and agreed we were getting on fine. Jane kept saying "What a pig Dave was" but although I agreed, I was grateful to him for helping our relationship along.
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