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  1. Great story, but remember that this forum is for real experiences there is a section for fictionalized accounts as well!
  2. Then perhaps it should be in the fiction section.
  3. I really hate the be the voice of reason and rain on your parade, but it's really not cool for Libby to intentionally damage someone else's property without their consent. What the heck?
  4. She was buzzed, but really didn't seem all that drunk. She appeared sober enough to be aware of her surroundings.
  5. I was working at a convenience store yesterday, selling lottery tickets and minding my business. It was pretty slow. A woman came in. She was probably about 30, blonde hair in a messy bun, tall, thin, and had large buck teeth and spoke with a slight lisp. She wore a red tank top and medium colored jeans. I didn't pay her a lot of notice when she came in, just gave her a quick hello and went back to what I was doing. She came to my counter with a bottle of Jack, ready to check out. She said "Hi pretty girl! Oh, wow. I'm a little tipsy. I forgot something!" And jogged toward the fountain to get a soda. I looked up just in time to get a glance at her backside as she walked away. I was like "Wait, is that...? Could that be? Nah... Oh, I think it is." She had a large dark spot on the back of her jeans, spanning in a perfect oval shape from her butt to a few inches down her thighs. I couldn't believe what I was looking at, and I was in even more disbelief that no one else appeared to notice. I mentally went through all the possibilities. Maybe she sat in something wet? It's really hot... Maybe she's just really sweaty? Nah, it's way too perfect to be either of those. She had definitely wet her pants, then decided to come in and shop without a care in the world. As she turned back to face me and made her way back to my counter, I tried to check out the front of her pants without making it too obvious. Oh yeah, the dark oval pattern matched the back, and was very consistent with wetting while in a sitting position, without a doubt. I had no clue what to do with this discovery. I sold her the items and waved her off as she stumbled out the door and said "Bye, lovely!"
  6. Once I was working in a store with a girl who was about six months pregnant; let’s call her Bethany. So, Bethany isn’t feeling well, and she goes into the bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later and instead of going back to her register, runs into the back office. I notice her jacket is tied around her waist when she comes out. I asked her if she was okay, and she explained that she threw up too hard, and combined with the baby kicking her bladder, it made her pee her pants.
  7. Sorry to necro this topic after over three years, but I wanted to update the masses and let everyone know that this man is now my husband!
  8. Hello friends! It's me! I've come out of lurking to tell a tale that may sound as if it comes from a bad omo fanfic, but was my reality last night. When I came into work, my coworker was grumbling and taping an out of order sign to the bathroom door. A customer somehow managed to break our only toilet. For context, we work in a gas station, and our bathroom is pretty much always occupied, with customers in and out. As you can imagine, there was a lot of disappointment and even a bit of outrage over having no access to a toilet. I saw my share of discomfort, if not desperation, and at least one small wetting. A man, probably in his 30s or 40s, tall and thin, with dark hair, wearing light jeans, was bouncing from foot to foot while waiting in line and holding his items. I asked if he was okay and joked that he looked a little antsy. To be fair, the woman in front of him was taking her time. He stood still and I noticed a small wet spot on the front of his jeans. It was oval in shape, about four inches by two inches at the largest points. I tried not to stare but I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Many customers were sympathetic and asked what I would do if I needed to go. Fortunately for me, I'm more on the abdl side of things rather than omo, and I often wear diapers or pull-ups to work. Without them I'm sure I'd have wet my pants by the end of the night. I couldn't tell them all that, do I was just super vague and assured them that I would be fine. I wonder if anyone had any idea! They have put in a request to have the toilet repaired or replaced, but I'm not sure when that is expected to happen. I would assume today, but I can't be sure. I will let the masses know if anything more interesting takes place!
  9. Yep! It's me! I've been pretty inactive the last few years but I wanted to share that experience!
  10. Thank you for your support ?? that's why I feel safe here!
  11. You're yucky and I don't like you. I'm not your baby and trying to force accidents in public is straight up abuse.
  12. Usually in the loop area, I will opt for the Shell station at Delmar and Skinker (now closed down), the big bookstore (I don't remember why that didn't work), or Snarfs (moved locations). I was at a total loss. Which Wich works too but that's on the other end, like a mile away. If you have any other suggestions, I'd love to hear them! I get stuck in that area a lot. No, I didn't feel that way at all! He was just kind of annoyed like "Oh, here we go again." He did his best to comfort me and make sure I was okay, but it was a very public setting and I failed to be inconspicuous. He has really awful social anxiety so it was hard for him.
  13. Anyone else from St. Louis? The lack of public bathrooms is sure something in urban areas, huh? For those of you who may be familiar with the area... There I was, with my husband, walking down the last bit of the Delmar Loop (very busy strip, full of specialty shops, restaurants, and city life), ducking in and out of buildings in an attempt to find relief for my aching bladder, only to be thwarted by locked doors, "for customers only" signs, and exclamations of "No public restrooms!" So, what do you do in that situation? You wait, and you hold it. Fortunately, our train was due any moment, and I knew where to find a bathroom at our destination. As I left the last shop, assuring my husband that I would be okay, having given up finding a bathroom, we took off toward the metrolink station. When we arrived, the train was just pulling up to the station. "Hurry!" my husband yelled to me as he jogged to the train. "I can't!" I replied, through gritted teeth. It was all I could do to keep moving. Running on a bladder this full would be impossible. Naturally, the train left without us, much to the annoyance of my husband and the dispair of myself. I looked at him with wide eyes and mouthed an apology while I let my hand grasp between my legs for less than a second. He rolled his eyes and nodded, then gave me a half smile, being accustomed to my bladder having a mind of its own. As we waited for the next train, around 25 minutes, I assumed different positions to aid in my holding. I tried sitting on the bench with my legs or ankles crossed, then stood and paced with my arms folded across my chest, and finally resorted to sitting on the pavement so I could hold myself under my loose black dress, but over the black leggings I was wearing. I was beginning to become frantic; the train was not coming quickly enough! I looked at my husband with pleading eyes. When he asked if I was okay (translation: "Have you wet your pants again?") I assured him I was, for now. Finally, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Literally. The next train was pulling into the station! Hurriedly, we boarded and found a seat. I couldn't help but fidget, stomp, and shift in my seat. I may have even let out a few whines. There was nothing I could do--I just had to go so badly. I could tell my husband was becoming a little embarrassed at my behavior and I did my best to sit still like a proper 23-year-old woman. Suddenly, I gripped my crotch through my dress in panic. We still had at least 15 minutes left on the train, but I knew I didn't have that long before I lost it. I whispered to my husband "It's coming." He said, "We can get off a stop early and you can go at McDonald's?" As my eyes started to tear up in shame, I told him I wouldn't make it; it is coming now. As my bladder released, I lifted my dress slightly and moved to the edge of the seat to minimize the damage. I felt awful for having an accident in the train seat but I didn't know what else to do. Pulling my dress out of the way, I hugged my knees to my chest and soaked my black leggings and the seat. My husband, annoyed and embarrassed, but understanding, gently rubbed my back as I kept my eyes to the ground and uncontrollably emptied my bladder in the crowded train. It wasn't until it began dripping on the floor that he pulled away, obviously even more humiliated than I was. When the train pulled into our stop, we quickly exited the train, avoiding meeting the eyes of the other passengers. Fortunately, I'd had the foresight to pull my dress from under me, and there was very little wetness on it. My leggings were totally covered. As we passed the park bathroom, he urged me to try to finish in the toilet. I protested, saying I had done it all in my pants, but did proceed to try. Nope. Nothing. As we continued the short walk home, he gently scolded me for not addressing the need sooner and wetting myself, but then agreed that more bathrooms should be available in such a public area. He knows I did my best.
  14. I think because that person believes it to be in the wrong section. I love the discussion and it applies to most everyone, but it's not a specific wetting experience at all.
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