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  1. Long time, no post. Figured I'd come back with something that happened to me in my sophomore year of high school, so i wasn't an adult or anything but ya know, definitely old enough to not be peeing my pants. So i was 16, and i had been really sick. I was mostly recovered by this point, but my throat was still killing me and i ended up having to carry a water bottle with me at all times. I usually went through about 3 or 4 refills by the end of the school day, which lead to many many close calls. This is the one that stands out the most to me though. So i had just gotten out of my second period class and i was absolutely bursting, i practically ran from my robotics class across the school and dashed up the stairs where my english class awaited. We only had 3 minutes in between each class period, so i didn't have time to go between classes. I took my seat in the front of the class and crossed my legs, waiting for my teacher to come in so i could ask to use the bathroom. I've got a really weak bladder, and i tend to leak really easily. So by the time my teacher, we'll call her mrs. smith, came in, i was basically panicking. Luckily, she was pretty cool and once i ran up to her and asked to be let out, she let me go. I kept my calm until i got out of the classroom, immediately taking off down the hall and into the singular bathroom. I quickly yanked down my jeans and sighed in relief as my overworked bladder emptied, leaning back and moaning softly as my eyes watered at the sheer bliss. I made it. So this is where the story ends, right? Wrong. Once I was done and made sure my bladder was completely empty, i walked back into the hall and over to the water fountain. I refilled my now empty bottle of water to the very top and screwed the cap back on, then went back into my classroom. Class went on, and i took sips from my water every few seconds. My throat was itchy and dry, so it was the only thing keeping me sane. Pretty soon i was almost ¾ of the way done with it, and it all hit my bladder at once. Maybe if my bladder wasn't already overworked from my last close call it wouldn't have been too bad, but since it was already aching from holding so much pee before i was already in pain. I pressed my legs together and tried continuing writing the rough draft to the essay we were working on. At this point i was probably 20 minutes into class, our class periods were an hour and 30 minutes long. I was screwed. Still, my dumbass kept taking absentminded sips from my water. Luckily I'm easily distracted and working on the essay definitely helped occupy my mind, but eventually the need started to get really bad. On the desperation scale i was probably at a 7. My bladder fills up rather quickly and desperation tends to hit me all at once. By now, I'd say i had at least another 50 minutes of class. My legs were crossed tightly, my foot tapping and i was biting my lip hard. I knew deep down if i were to ask my teacher and quietly explain that it was an emergency she would probably let me go, but I’m beyond bladder shy and will only ask if i’m seconds away from an accident. So, i carried on writing the essay and trying to find other ways to distract myself. It worked for a while, but after ten minutes i felt the first leak. My eyes widened and i calmly slipped a hand between my thighs, adding a bit of pressure and looking around to make sure no one saw. Luckily, everyone seemed to be focused on their work and i sighed in relief. That relief was short lived though as i realized the situation i had gotten myself into. Sure i had been desperate in class before, but not this far from the end. I sighed and kept my hand there, continuing on with the task at hand and trying to do things i heard helped you hold it (rubbing the back of your calf, thinking about sex, etc. yes my small bladder having ass did google ways to help you hold it). Some time passed and it started to get a little easier, though at this point my essay was long forgotten. I was pretending to write while forcing back tears at the pain in my lower stomach. Suddenly I felt a large leak, lasting at least 2 or 3 seconds and enough to soak through my panties and darken the front of my jeans the slightest bit. My eyes widened and I resorted to basically sitting on my hand to stop myself from leaking anymore. i let out a barely audible whine and shifted myself. I needed to go, now. I looked up to the clock and noted the time, there was less than ten minutes of class. I could hold it. Or at least i thought i could. For some reason my shyness was still stopping me from excusing myself even though i knew deep down i wouldn't last the ten minutes. There was something shameful to me about using the bathroom twice in one class period and although now i know literally no one would've cared or probably even noticed, i was still anxious and shy and that didn't go well with a full bladder. The ten minutes dragged on and i was staring at the clock, completely disconnected from reality as i had only one thing on my mind: hold it. Finally it was almost the end of class and my hand hadn't moved from its spot between my thighs. I was lost in my thoughts, not paying much attention to my surroundings when suddenly the bell rang. I'm naturally a jumpy person, loud noises and people touching me from behind scare me sometimes, basically anything I'm not expecting. Normally the bell wouldn't startle me, but since i wasn't paying attention and was so preoccupied, it did and my panties paid the price. I felt an even larger leak and i felt the blood drain from my face as I gripped my crotch tightly, shaking my head and praying to whatever higher power that i could get it under control for 30 seconds. That was all i needed. Luckily everyone was filing out and no one was paying attention to me. I didn't dare move my hand, already knowing there would be a noticeable wet spot. Once the classroom was starting to become more empty, i finally stood. My hand didn't leave its spot, by this point my shyness had gone out the window. If I moved my hand i was gonna wet myself. I knew my teacher's eyes were on me and i didn't dare meet them. I turned around, shrugging my bag onto my shoulder and waddling over to the door. As soon as i was out i raced down the hall and opened the door to the thankfully empty bathroom. I shut the door quickly and locked it, yanking my pants down and not even bothering with my already soaked panties. I sat down on the toilet, peeing forcefully through the cotton fabric and letting out muffled moans every few seconds. I felt my eyes overflowing with tears of relief and wiped them, sighing as i continued to empty my overworked bladder. It seemed like the stream was never going to end, occasionally it would taper off only to start again. I was leaning back on the toilet by now, the sheer bliss of finally letting go causing my body to go limp. By now i wasn't even feeling anything, i just heard the sound of it hitting the toilet water and knew i was still going, but my bladder literally felt numb. I was panting as the flood finally tapered off and i pushed out the last bit all at once. I sat there for a second, head in my hands as i tried catching my breath. It felt amazing. My panties were soaked and sticking to my pussy, the fabric growing cold as i kicked off my jeans and stood up. I examined myself in the mirror, my pastel pink panties were definitely ruined but i didn't care. I peeled them off, tossing them in the bin and using a damp paper towel to wipe myself down. Once i was done i put my jeans back on and tried my best to adjust them so that the wet spot wasn't showing. It didn't help much, but thankfully the patch wasn't too big and my jeans weren't super light. Finally, i left the bathroom and headed out to the cafeteria with shaking legs and red eyes. (Side note: lunch was next and at my high school we all ate lunch at the same time, so that's why i was uninterrupted and didn't have to rush to class lol)
  2. First time wetting in front of my girlfriend So just some background here, I am into omo however I still have unplanned accidents at times because my timing is horrible and when I have nightmares or panic attacks I pretty much lose control of my bladder. This has been happening since I was 13/14 I think? My parents don't know since I started doing it when I was older and was too embarrassed to say anything. I don't wet the bed often, it's only happened a few times in the past year and when it does it's not a huge deal since I can easily clean it up without anyone finding out. However, this time was different. I had a long distance relationship with this girl who lived a few states away, and she had flown down here to spend a week with me and go to warped tour (rip) together. Let's call her Sarah. So Sarah had flown down and we met, all that cute shit. I was 16 at the time and I believe she was 17 when this happened? She's a year and a half older than me, idk. Anyway, Sarah was staying with me at my mom's house for the week. She slept in my room with me every night and at first everything was going smooth, until the fourth night she was there. Keep in mind, I had never told her about me wetting. Not in the kink sense or the unplanned kind. She had no clue about any of this. I hadn't wet the bed in months so when we went to bed it never crossed my mind to wear protection or anything like that. We laid down and thank god she moved in her sleep because if we had been cuddling when it happened and it got on her I think I would have died. We had gotten high earlier that night so we were both super tired by the time we went to bed. I didn't prepare for bed at all and I slept in what I was wearing that day (a burgundy tank top and some light grey tight jeans). Naturally, when you're high you drink a lot and this was about to come back and bite me in the ass. Side note: I know a lot of people stop dreaming when they smoke weed but for me my dreams just get really weird or become nightmares. And on this night, I had a really bad nightmare. I don't remember what it was about but I remember I was absolutely terrified and I was literally sobbing when I woke up. At first I didn't realize what was happening and I wasn't really aware, but then I felt warmth quickly spreading on my crotch and shoved a hand in my crotch to try and stop the flow, but it was pointless. My pee was flowing rapidly over my legs and turning my jeans a dark gray color. I was still crying and tried to stop it but it didn't work. That's when I looked over and saw Sarah stirring in her sleep and sitting up. My heart dropped and I quickly pulled my blanket over me while continuing to completely soak my pants underneath. “Are you okay?” she asked groggily. She rubbed her eyes and that's when I realized my loud ass had woken her up with my sobbing. I didn't answer, I just cried quietly as what was left in my bladder emptied. I probably peed for just under 2 minutes. “Piper, look at me,” she said. She pulled me into her arms and the blanket fell off of my lap. I gasped and tried to grab it but she had already seen my pants at that point. “Did you…?” she asked. I didn't say anything so she continued “...pee the bed?” I cringed at her choice in words but nodded slightly while more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Oh,” was all she said. I assumed she hated me at that point and climbed off the bed to get cleaned up. I had kinda stopped crying at that point but I was still distraught. I thought for sure she was gonna break up with me. I peeled off my wet jeans in the bathroom and hopped in the shower for a quick clean up. After that I dried off and put on some black leggings and a sweater. I stayed in the bathroom for another few minutes because I was terrified of what was to come, but after a little while Sarah knocked on the door and asked if I was okay, so I opened the door. She was actually really sweet about it. She stripped the sheets for me while I was in the bathroom and put them in the wash. We didn't talk about what happened that night but the next day she asked if that was a regular occurrence so I explained that it happens when I have nightmares or panic attacks (leaving out the fact that I still have random unplanned accidents from time to time because I'm bladder shy and won't tell anyone I need to go until it's too late). She was pretty understanding since she has panic attacks too (except she doesn't wet herself during them lmao I think I'm alone on that) My only problem with her knowing was the following nights when we went to bed she would be like “did you go to the bathroom?” or “do you have to go?” or “make sure you use the bathroom first” which made me feel kinda weird and embarrassed. Anyway, this was just under a year ago during the awkward stages of our relationship. We're still together and she's seen me wet two other times (three if you count heavily leaking and leaving a wet spot on my pants before finding a toilet). If you guys wanna hear about those let me know
  3. I had worn black leggings to bed so it wasn't obvious, and I was one of the first to wake up so I only had to keep it from like 3 people. This one wasn't really embarrassing for me since no one found out until years later (and we just laughed about it then). But thanks :)
  4. When I was (I think) 12 and just started middle school, they had this camp thing for the sixth graders on the weekend after the first week of school. Me and my best friend Kiara were lucky enough to be in the same cabin for this and we were kind of excited. I had been to this camp before for summer and the thing was that bathrooms were very limited. There was one in the cafeteria and one in each cabin. So when we were out doing things all day, we were kinda screwed. It was the second day of camp and we were leaving the next day. We were having dinner and I had 2 glasses of sweet tea. I was going to go to the bathroom in the cafeteria but decided not to since we were about to leave. When we got back to the cabins, we each had two minutes in the shower (because there were like 20 of us in the cabin and two showers) and while I was hurrying to get done, I forgot to use the toilet. I didn't have to go too bad but it was uncomfortable at this point. I decided to wait until everyone was done showering. Once lights were out, we weren't supposed to get up (my 12 year old dumbass self didn't realize bathrooms were an exception) so I just decided to wait until the counselors all went to sleep. This of course did not work out. This one counselor, her name was mrs kelly, was the last one awake. I had her at summer camp before twice and she literally despised me, like, she threatened to send me home once because I jokingly called my best friend an idiot. Anyway, she was awake and on her phone, and it was getting to the point where I was about to start leaking. So finally I just stood up and started to walk over to the bathroom, but mrs kelly immediately told me to go back to bed before I woke someone up. I just did it and decided to go to sleep and maybe I could just go in the morning. So I went to sleep and woke up an hour later to my bladder aching. I shoved a hand between my thighs and guess who was still awake :’) I turned over and switched positions a few times to try and keep it in, but then I realized I didn't want mrs kelly to realize I was awake. My eyes were filled with tears from how bad I had to go and finally I just couldn't hold it anymore. I let go and completely soaked my leggings and sleeping bag. Since no one found out I wasn't embarrassed, I was just a little annoyed. I went back to sleep and in the morning I just rolled up my sleeping bag since we were leaving today. I was wearing black leggings so I was able to shower and change without anyone noticing what had happened. A few years later I ended up telling one of my friends who was at the camp but not in the same cabin but other than that no one found out.
  5. Over the last year he became really stuck up and made fun of everyone except me and maybe 2 others. He would constantly put my best friend down to the point where it was tearing our friendship apart. He was a good friend to me but not anyone else, basically. And I'm sorry to hear about that experience, I've never had one that bad (thankfully)
  6. I do it for pleasure as well, just not in front of other people (unless I know for a fact that they're into that). I'm pretty much over this experience now, I know he's not the type of person to judge me for something like this or tell anyone.
  7. Since my last post got a pretty good response I've decided to tell another embarrassing wetting story :) I know this is gonna make it seem like all my experiences have been really sad/traumatic for me but I swear I have some more light hearted ones. I'm just choosing to post this one because I've absolutely never talked about it to anyone. This happened pretty recently. It definitely wasn't as embarrassing as the last story I told, but it's still up there. To give you a basic description, I'm 5’4 and about 150 pounds (I'm losing weight though). I have medium length dark brown hair and light brown eyes. And now for the Tragic Back Story™ to explain why this happened. As I've mentioned before, I have bad anxiety and have panic attacks usually once every 2-3 months. So not too often but when they happen they're awful and I kinda lose control of myself. This took place after a piano performance I had to do at school in front of about 200 people. During the actual performance I was shaking and tearing up and my breathing was faltered. I messed up a lot and I left as soon as I was done. My guy friend, we'll call him Luke, was waiting for me outside of the auditorium. We both lived right next to the school and he would usually walk me home since it was dark and I was too scared to go alone. I lived a few streets over and when he said hi and asked how I did I just nodded. I think he knew something was wrong but didn't want to say anything. We started walking and neither of us spoke but as we were approaching my house, I broke down. He wrapped an arm around me and led me inside to my room (my mom was at work and I don't live with anyone else). If anyone else here gets panic attacks you'll know the feeling I'm talking about, where your chest gets heavy and you can barely breathe. That was happening and I was still shaking and crying. Luke had an arm around me and was trying to calm me down but it wasn't working. Before the show we had all eaten dinner at the school since we stayed after for extra practice. I drank 2 cans of Dr Pepper and didn't go to the bathroom since it would be rude to do so while someone was performing. This really caught up with me around this time. This whole thing was a blur so I'm sorry there's not a lot of detail, but basically after about 20 minutes I was calm-ish (meaning I had stopped sobbing and could breathe better, but I was still crying and shaking a bit and felt like there was a weight on my chest). Luke was tracing random shapes on my back with his fingers and kept repeating things like “you’ll be okay” and “I'm here” which was helping a bit. I nodded to his words and I was slowly coming back to reality. I went to shift my position to give him a hug, but when I did I noticed my pants were wet. I was confused and my initial thought was that I had sat in something. But then Luke said something along the lines of, “It's okay, don't worry about it, it happens.” I was confused but then I gasped and looked at the large puddle below me. I had had an accident without realizing it. This caused me to start crying again and Luke pulled me into a hug. “I'm sorry,” I stuttered out. “It's okay, it's not your fault,” he said quietly into my ear. He mentioned something about helping me clean it up but I was far too embarrassed for that. I knew he wasn't grossed out by a lot of things and this was nothing to him but I was too scared that he was gonna hate me or be disgusted by me. I told him I was calm enough and that he could leave. He called me later that night to make sure I was really okay, and luckily he didn't bring up my accident. That's pretty much all that happened. This was about 4 months ago and we're not friends anymore but I'm thankful that he was there for me in times like this. Has anyone else here had a similar experience? This isn't my first time wetting during a panic attack but it was the first time around someone else.
  8. Yeah, I love omo just not participating in it publicly (although I'm no stranger to wetting in private). I'm lucky to have understanding friends. I don't mind if others are fascinated with my humiliation because at least something good came out of it ? Also thanks for the welcome :) I've been lurking for a few years but this is the first time I've posted anything
  9. I had an accident in front of my best friends at age 15 So just a little background, I have very bad anxiety and it prevents me from telling people when I need to use the bathroom, and if I have an accident it's the worst thing ever. I've never been able to laugh them off, I still get embarrassed about my accidents in kindergarten and I doubt anyone even remembers those. I've never really enjoyed holding or having accidents, I only really like watching others do it. So this was not at all intentional. This was a bit traumatic but I figured some of you may enjoy my pain, so I'm posting it :) I believe I had just turned 15 at the time. So at this point no one ever has accidents anymore, but I guess I'm just special that way :’) I was out with my two friends, for privacy reasons we'll call them Mackenzie and Kiara. Kiara is my best friend and we had been friends for about 5 years at this point. She was really good at helping me when I was anxious, she always went with me to order stuff and asked questions for me. Mackenzie and I had been friends for about 3 years but only really became close in the last 6 months. So she wasn't really aware of how anxious I got in situations like these. We were in the car and Kiara’s mom was driving us, and her mom didn't really like me all that much. I knew she preferred Mackenzie so I hated hanging out like this because it made me nervous. Her mom was also really strict and the thought of having an accident around her made me shiver. We had stopped to get drinks and my dehydrated ass drank the entire cup in like 10 minutes. I don't have a small bladder at all, but it fills up super fast. About 20 or so minutes later I had to pee. I didn't ask if we could stop because I was nervous and pee shy. I figured we would be at the mall pretty soon and I could hold it till then. I was wrong. Another 15 minutes later and I knew I wouldn't be able to. I texted Kiara that I really had to go to the bathroom so she would ask her mom. I guess she thought I was joking, because she sent back something along the lines of “we'll be there in 30 minutes, you can hold it ?” I bit my lip and sent back “no I'm serious, I can't hold it any longer” (Also we were texting because Mackenzie was sitting between us and I didn't want anyone else to hear our conversation) When she read the text she asked her mom if we could stop somewhere because she had to use the bathroom. Her mom thankfully said yes, and a few minutes later she pulled up to a store. I usually don't use the desperation scale, but I was probably at an 8.5 at this point. I had to go super bad, but I was trying to act nonchalant. I got out of the car and waited for Kiara and Mackenzie. Kiara’s mom stayed in the car while we went inside. We went into the store and it was a big place, like a market. We had never been here so we hunted for the bathrooms with no luck. Finally we found a worker and they had to take us up to the register to get the key and then show us to the back of the store where the bathroom was. At this point I was at a 9 and I knew I had to get to the bathroom now or I would have an accident. We made it to the back of the store and the way this bathroom was set up was weird. Basically you went into a little waiting room but there was just one stall. So Kiara waited outside since she didn't have to go, but Mackenzie, unaware of my situation, went in first. I leaned against the wall and bit my lip hard. I had to go so fucking bad. My eyes were filled with tears but I blinked them away. I leaked a small amount during this time, but not enough to show a spot. Mackenzie took like 10 minutes, and I was holding myself by the end of it. Towards the end, Kiara walked in and talked to me while Mackenzie was finishing. I guess she assumed I had already gone since we had been in there for 10 minutes. I was hiding my desperation, I still had my legs pressed tightly together but other than that I was acting casual. Finally Mackenzie came out but to my horror, Kiara said, “I'm gonna go real quick and then we can leave” I didn't have time to protest because she had already walked in and locked the door behind her. I was dumbfounded and at a 9.5 Kenzie stood by me against the wall, and that's when I couldn't hide my desperation anymore. I grabbed myself and my eyes filled with tears again. I leaked a pretty large amount and this time it seeped through my tight jeans. I kept leaking small amounts during this time. I was panicking and I could almost feel an attack coming on. I started crying pretty hard while still holding myself and leaking for seconds at a time. Kenzie looked horrified at my situation and quickly ran to the door. She knocked on it loudly and said, “Kiara hurry up, Piper's peeing her pants.” I don't know why, but her saying that made it so much worse. I guess it made the situation real. Finally Kiara opened the door and her jaw dropped when she saw the pee slowly streaming down my legs. I was still frozen with one hand desperately squeezing my crotch and the other over my mouth, trying to silence my sobs. Kiara didn't wait a second and grabbed my arm and pushed me into the bathroom. I quickly shut the door and locked it, all the while pee was gushing down my legs and I couldn't stop it. I ran over to the toilet and tried to get my pants down, but my panicking made it even worse. My hands kept slipping and the jeans were too tight for me to pull down without unbuttoning. I was still sobbing loudly and that made it hard to focus, and finally I just gave up. I sat on the toilet, pants still on, and peed what I had left into the bowl. It lasted for about 2 minutes and I was crying the whole time. I couldn't believe I had just had an accident in front of my friends. When I was done, I wasn't sure what to do. My sobs had calmed to quiet crying and I was sitting on the toilet with pee still dripping from my jeans. I slowly got up and opened the door a crack. Kiara was right there and immediately asked, “are you okay?” I shook my head and said in a shaky voice, “c-can you get me my bag from the c-car?” She immediately nodded. She glanced down at my soaked pants and her eyes widened a bit, but she didn't say anything. She left the room and as soon as she was out I felt the tears come back. I almost forgot about Mackenzie but she was standing to the side and said, “I'm so sorry.” I nodded slowly and went back to the bathroom stall and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and started crying again. My pants were completely soaked from top to bottom and it was so obvious what had happened. I looked like a 3 year old who couldn't hold it. A few minutes later, Kiara knocked at the door and said, “it’s just me.” I opened it and she immediately pulled me into a hug. I was mortified and I felt like everyone knew I had the accident, even though I knew they would never tell anyone. I still had tears streaming down my face and I didn't know what to do. I pulled out of the hug and grabbed the bag from her. I locked myself in the bathroom and peeled off my drenched pants. I sat down on the toilet with my underwear still on and peed the tiny amount still in me. It may have been pointless but I wanted everything out of me, I wasn't risking another accident in front of them. I used one of my makeup wipes in my bag to wipe down my legs and put on some new underwear and a pair of leggings I had brought. I had planned on staying the night but things were already awkward now, so I decided to go home early. I put my wet pants in my bag and cleaned up my face, it was still splotchy and red when I left but I was hoping no one would point it out. Kiara and Mackenzie were in the car waiting and when I got in they both spared me sympathetic glances. I turned to the window and put on my seat belt, still shaking from humiliation and anxiety. The car ride was silent and her mom never said a word about my accident. She wasn't mad like I thought she would be and she even asked if I was okay after. We went to the mall and hung out, but I was really quiet and had a lump in my throat the whole time. On the way back I was dropped off and lied to my mom, saying I came back early because I felt sick. Later that night, Kiara sent me a long text saying: ‘Hey, I'm really sorry about today. I thought you had already gone and if I'd known you hadn't I would've let you go first. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and I promise me and Mackenzie will never tell anyone. It's not your fault you couldn't hold it and I assure you anyone in that situation would've wet themselves too.’ Mackenzie also texted me saying: ‘I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had to go that bad. I won't tell anyone about your accident.’ This was about 2 ½ years ago and we're still friends, I don't think they've told anyone but I still get really embarrassed thinking about it. Hopefully some of you will enjoy my pain :')
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