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  1. So this just happened yesterday and my heart is still racing over it oh my GOD. I swear reading other omo experiences online made me a little overconfident in my own holding abilities and today I've reaped the consequences of that hubris... BIG time! 😭😭 So first, to give a little backstory (scroll to the ---- to skip this): last year I got covid pretty bad and ended up spending a good amout of out-of-pocket savings on medical bills (yay, US healthcare system!!). Its paid off now, but the hole left in my savings account started bumming me out so I picked up a weekend job at a fast food restaurant (for copyright purposes, lets call it "DcMonalds"). Now, far from the easy breezy lil side hustle I had planned, this job has turned out to be an absolute personalized torture session every fucking weekend. Rude customers? You betcha! Shitty management? Hell yeah! Critically understaffed? Wow, three for three! I mean, dont get me wrong- Ive worked fast food before so I wasnt exactly blind to what I was getting myself into. I expected all that and I was willing to put up with it for the flexible hours and, well, money. But what I didnt predict was that the morning opening shift I was on only consists of TWO PEOPLE. One kitchen, one front/drive thru. Im the front person. And I mean, sure, in theory it works. Its a rural area and theres not a lot of customers, and the manager is there to help if needed. But IF I NEED TO PEE there is RARELY time to do that during a 5 hour shift. And I have a SMALL bladder. So I have to hold it until more people come in who can cover for me. Alternatively, I can drag the manager away from whatever shes doing to cover, but shes super bitchy, hates me, and acts annoyed whenever I do this. Plus if I go once then I ususally end up having to go again because the universe hates me. And Im very anxious and awkward as a person so yeah, all of that combined means I spend 10 hours of my weekend desperate and stressed out. So now THIS weekend I decided to try something that I thought might alleviate some of that stress. Now Im not quite brave enough to buy diapers, and also my pants fit kinda tight so id be nervous it showed. But I do have some of those maxi overnight period pads so I THOUGHT that maybe if I wore them, i would be less nervous about leaking since it would pick up a good amount of liquid. I didnt actually intend to USE them though- it was just a precaution to ease my nerves. And when I wore one on saturday, it did just that! I never actually leak at work, but there are close calls, and Saturday was no exception, but this time the close calls didnt leave me with cold sweats and a frantic heartbeat. ------- Now, enter yesterday. Yesterday, I fucked up. I knew like 30 minutes into the shift I was gonna HAVE to use the bathroom before I got any help- which meant asking the manager to cover me. Usually I dont have a huge issue with this, but it does make me nervous and paired with the added security of the maxi pad, I ended up chickening out a few times that I could have asked. No big deal though, because eventually around 9:30 it was actually pretty dead so I worked up some courage and went to the office again, only to see her on the phone. Shit. I felt a twinge of panic because waiting this long already made me like a 9/10. So I kinda loitered a bit but then there were a few customers. About 20 minutes later I was handing somone their food and getting a bit more nervous when my manager walked by- perfect! I turned to ask her, but she was faster, 'Hey I need to bring some stuff to (other location two towns over), think you guys'll be ok while I'm gone?' 'Well actually, before you go could you cover me while I use the restroom?'.....Is what I WISH i had said. Instead, my coworker said yeah, we'd be fine its a slow day, and my anxious buffon self smiled and nodded in agreement. So she left. FUCK! Now I was in full panic mode. I was on the verge of losing it and had no clue how long she'd be gone. It was a 20min drive to the other location so that was at least 40 min, and I'd be lucky to last 10. And although Ive never really tested a maxi pad, I damn well knew it wouldnt hold the fluid I was packing all in one go. And that, dear friends, is when I had my clever little idea. Of course it couldnt hold a bladder of pee! And definitely not ALL at ONCE! But after a little mental math, I gleefuly realized that another employee would be here in under an hour, and as long as I got a LITTLE relief, I could make that! So that is how I, a modern icarus if you will, decided to let out a number of small spurts over the course of that hour. I decided to do a spurt every 10 minutes so it would absorb fully and give the illusion of constant relief. I also figured that the pad would hold 6 spurts no problem (Fool!). So, confident and pleased with myself, I chose a quiet moment while no customers were in to let out the first one. I leaned casually against the counter and pretended to be focused on filling the sauces up, while really I was focused on controlling my urethra. And boy, for how much I had to go, it was HARD. My body did NOT want to start peeing right there in the open at work, which it generally a good instict to have but at the moment wasnt very helpful. I was trying to just relax and let it flow since that seemed the easiest sort of stream to cut off. But it became clear I needed to push a bit. So I steeled myself, discreetly spread my legs a little, and did just that. A warm little gush of pee came out and I immediatly cut it off. Success! I was so proud! But the pride fell away quickly because somehow that just made my desperation worse, and worse it felt wet against my pussy. I knew it would be absorbed in a second but somehow that wetness just increased my need even more! After 5 minutes, however, I felt dry and desparate enough to try another spurt, throwing the 10 minute plan out the window. I was moving around and taking orders and jostling my bladder, and I just knew if the floodgates burst on their own schedule then there'd be no cutting it off. So while I waited for the kitchen guy to finish the drive thru order, I squatted down to and acted like I was opening a case of napkins to restock. Squatting put a lot of pressure on my bladder, and it was easier to do this time. I let some out, cut it off, and stood back up. No dice. Still crazy desparate. I bagged the order and handed it out, briefly contemplated an acting career based on how calm I could be on the outside, then went to take some orders up front. We ended up having a mini rush then (ok like maybe 8 customers but thats a lot for just us) and all the standing still while they ordered was KILLING ME. I couldnt be doing a potty dance right in front of these people! I was squeezing my toes in and flexing my calves to stop from showing. Finally I got so scared of losing it I did something crazy (well,crazy for me). While an old man and his wife deliberated over sausage or bacon, I relaxed my legs and tried to feel as calm as my expression hopefully was. And I let out a BIG splash of pee! My heart skipped a beat, and my whole kit and caboodle tingled and trembled as I stopped the flow. But still, even after that, everything still felt secure. Wet, but not WET, y'know? Eventually the orders all cleares up and I managed to run back to 'refill the ice machine'... and to check for leaks where no one could see me. I quickly felt my crotch and bum but despite how full the pad felt I seemed to be in the clear! I only had 15 min until help arrived now, so I decided not to risk any more than that. I was still VERY desperate but having so little time left kept me calm. Then I dropped the ice scoop. Oh... that fucking ice scoop! It went under the wire shelf so I squatted right down without thinking, and the motion of squatting and reaching under something caused me to let go of my bladder, and I started PEEING full force! I immediately jumped up and froze. The shock of it caused me to stop the flow instinctively, but I could feel the heavyiness of the pad, and the distinctive warmth blooming across the fabric on my ass. NO. NO NO NO. My heart was going fucking APESHIT at this point, like a washing machine with an unbalaced load. I just sort of stood there trembling in horror for a second. Then I came back to my senses, and my senses were telling be that I, first of all, had breached the pad for sure, and SECOND of all, I had such a desperate urge to let the rest out that it HURT. I took a breath and brushed a shaky hand over my lower bum. Definitely damp, but they were black pants so maybe it didnt show too badly? Only 15 minutes and honestly whos looking there that closely? I thought hey, maybe its all right maybe I can pull this off, but I was gambling at the reapers feet now. I could feel wave after wave of desperation and I was standing rooted in place as I fought each one. This whole time maybe 5 minutes had passed and there hadnt been a drive thru order (thank god for rural sunday traffic) but I needed to be at the front of the store in case a customer came inside. Oh, but moving seemed impossible. For a second I considered dropping my pants and just peeing in the drain by the mop buckets but the fear of getting caught was too much. God I wish I had though! I started walking gingerly but then pee started just... trickling out. I gasped out loud and tightened my muscles, but I was losing control and instinctively jammed my hands into my crotch. Big. Mistake. I threw my hands full force to my pussy to stop that flow. And all that pee in the pad? Well, it was squeezed out. Big ole gush into the bum of my pants. I let out some kinda hiccup noise and pulled my hands away, dipping and everything, but I still couldnt stop the flow and I just sort of gave up out of shock. I bent my legs and hunched over a little bit as I peed, warmth going all down my legs and in my shoes. It splattered on the floor. Most of it was going down the back of my legs, but I could see a small dark patch blossom around my crotch and thighs letting me know, oh christ, that my jeans definitely werent black enough to hide this. I started crying. I swear I am a grown ass woman but in that moment I felt all the shame, fear, and embarrasment as if I was a kid peeing their pants in gym class. Finally the stream cut off, and I just shakily wiped my hands on the dry part of my thighs and just... walked to the bathroom. Thank fuck there were no customers inside (The bathrooms are in the lobby), and the kitchen guy was setting up lunch stuff looking the other direction. I marched into a stall, then shakily told my coworker over the headset that Id be in the bathroom a for minute, could he take orders if they came? He was like, 'yeah fine'. Easy as that. Why hadnt I just asked him before???? Whats a minute in the bathroom- he can do one order! He can ask them to wait a minute!!! Why am I so stupid shy that I wont just be assertive and ask people????? I toweled myself down as best I could, and I was gonna try to use the hand dryers on my pants but then someone walked in. I looked through the stall cracks and saw that it was my coworker who was coming for the next shift. So I sheepishly asked if she could go to the back room and grab me a pair of new uniform pants from the back room real quick, which she did, fucking ANGEL that she is oh god. She even clocked in a few minutes early to cover for me. It was so humiliating though. She asked what happened so I told her and I gotta say, that whole experience was awful and I'm still really upset but god my coworker is the best. She got real pissed at the manager for even putting me in that position and proceeded to tell me about a bunch of different times she'd wet herself and how it wasnt a big deal, etc, etc. And by the end of my shift she'd sort of cheered me up. That woman is too good for this world 😭 So yeah, sorry if that all came out a bit ramble-y but I wanted to write it while it was still fresh in my head, and it was also pretty theraputic lol.
  2. this reminds me of when I was a kid and used to play "animals" crawling around and stuff. I always used to want to actually go but didnt have the guts lol. Once though while playing "house" with some friends in a snow fort I really had to pee but was too shy to ask to go inside. I remember holding myself and telling my friend, but she thought it was pretend and told me to go use the 'toilet' in the fake snow fort bathroom. I was glad for the excuse to keep being visibly desperate and to hold myself because I'd already dribbled a bit. I sat on the little snow mound with the hole in it and the rule was to make the "psssss" sound and then a flush noise but when I made the noise for some reason I just started actually peeing in my snowpants full blast. I was red in the face but it felt so good and naughty. Thankfully my snowpants were black, and the snow turned yellow but I mumbled some stuff about accidentally crushing the seat and I packed a bunch of clean snow over it. really good memory and to this day if I'm alone outside I like to sometimes make a little seat in the snow and wet myself in it. something about the shock from sitting in the cold and then the warmth from wetting is just super satisfying.
  3. Hey all! Its been a while since I did a public wetting on purpose, so today's adventure was long overdue. For a bit of backstory, I've been out and about playing pokemon go a LOT recently, which naturally has put me in quite a few desperate situations. I considered wetting a few times, but I usually go around my university campus and was afraid I'd run into someone I know. Today, however, I was feeling a little more adventurous than most days, and drank four bottles of water before heading out to up the desperation. I wore my favorite green panties and a pair of light grey skinny jeans with chucks. I also threw on my raincoat because the forecast warned of scattered showers, and also because it was long enough to offer passable coverage in the event of a wetting. So I headed out with my phone and another water bottle, ready to catch em all and hold it in. Of course it didn't take long for my bladder to fill right up, and after three hours (and 13 rattatas) I was nearly ready to give in and hit up the library bathrooms. It had started raining anyways and I didnt have an umbrella so my hair and pant legs were getting damp. When I got to the library steps however, I saw a sign taped inside the door saying "please use other entrance" (The building has been undergoing renovations all summer so this was unsurprising). The other entrance was only a little ways around the building, but I took this as a sign to press on. Another hour, I told myself. At this point my bladder was at critical level, and felt ready to burst every step I took. I had to stop every now and then, squeezing my thighs together and pretending to catch a pokemon. Finally, a huge wave of desperation hit, and I had to quickly sit on a bench and hold myself tightly to avoid letting loose. I knew this was the point to admit defeat, so I slowly stood up and started a careful walk to the next building down the road. While I was creeping along the rain picked up, and my shoes sloshed as I walked. As the rain began pelting even harder, it hit me: I could pee, and no one would notice! My thighs and crotch were mostly dry, but since the rest of me was soaked who would question it? I grinned, letting my legs loosen from their stiff walk. I then noticed some umbrella toting students walking towards me on the path, and felt a twinge of panic at the thought of wetting and them noticing. I braced myself to wait until they passed but my bladder had no time for such nonsense. I could feel myself start leaking, my panties slowly saturating and growing warm against my crotch and bum. I let out a tiny gasp, my heart galloping with adrenaline. Was this actually happening!? As they drew nearer I relaxed myself as best I could and began peeing with purpose. Oh my god it felt amazing. Upon closer inspection I realized I actually knew one of them, and without even thinking I did something crazy: I WAVED. Now they were looking at me, making EYE CONTACT while I stood there totally peeing myself in front of them!!!! I couldn't believe it! I had never peed in front of someone like this. They smiled and exclaimed about the rain, totally oblivious to the warm, naughty trickle splashing down my legs. One of them said "see ya around!" And they passed by and walked away without a clue. I continued walking and peeing, my jaw dropping lower than a golbat's at what I had just done. I could feel waves of arousal through my crotch. My heart was still racing, and my vagina felt wet beyond just the literal sense. I wanted desperately to rub it right there, but I'm pretty sure someone would have noticed that. After the shock wore off I tried having some fun and wetting some more as I walked. At one point I passed a lamppost and it took all my energy not to jump onto it and sing as I peed! xp Anyways, so that was my little adventure for today--and the reason I'll be watching the weather channel more often! Hope you guys enjoyed!
  4. Thanks guys, glad you like it! I usually do wettings in private trying to see how long I can hold it, but I've had a few accidents here and there in public. I'll try and post some more stuff
  5. Hi, I'm new here and figured I'd share a recent wetting experience that I had in the library at my university. I know some people like a visual, so: I am an 18 year old girl, brunette and kinda p ale. I'm 5'3, 130 pound and at the time was wearing a light green dress with a brownish jacket and gray leggings, and worn brown boots. My underwear was dark blue cotton bikini style bottoms and bra. The day it happened I was trying to get a headstart on studying for finals, so I grabbed my already third coffee of the day and headed to the library, which is four stories and I'm only kinda familiar with the first floor. When I got there though it was crowded and noisy so I figured I'd go to the top floor since no one really goes there and it would be quiet. There were a bunch of rows of high shelves in the main room, with two doorways either side leading to who knows where.I found a little area between the shelves with some comefy armchairs and spent the next three hours power studying bio. At the three hour mark the coffee caught up to me, but I liked to see how long I could hold it, and I figured the doors led to a hallway with bathrooms, so I wasn't far. Eventually I was jiggling in my seat, and my bladder was f full to bursting. At this point it distracted me from my notes so I got up uncomfortably and quickly strode to the nearest doorway, which, as I predicted, led to a small hall. It was kinda dark, and there were only three unmarked doors. Now I was kinda nervous. If there wasn't a bathroom on this floor my chances of making it to the bathroom on the floor below didn't feel very good. It was deserted, so I held myself and walked stiffly as I tried each door. One was an empty conference room and the other two were locked. I tried to stay calm and walked carefully back to the main room, now walking normally because there was another girl studying in a corner. There was still the other hallway, so I headed there, my heart racing as a teeny spurt wet my panties a bit. In the safety of the next empty hall I held myself tightly to prevent more leaks. This hall ended in another sitting area with armchairs and a couch, and at the other end, thank god, were restrooms. I waddled over to them and tried the handle. It was locked! I moaned, and tried the men's room. Also locked! Now I was full on panicking. I could barely hold it another minute, let alone go downstairs and pass a bunch of people and risk wetting myself! I had to, though, so I started walking again when a big wave of desperation hit me... And more pee trickled out. I could feel it saturate part of my leggings. I looked down, but my dress seemed to hide the wet spot. I had to walk slow, tears rimming my eyes, until my bladder was threatening another leak so I threw my hands over my crotch and sat in an armchair, squeezing my legs together. But too late. More pee came out and didn't stop this time, and I started wetting myself in the chair. My legs and bum grew warm and wet as I soaked my leggings. I knew the chair was getting soaked too so I stood up, full on peeing and crying now, watching my leggings darken then glisten as a yellow puddle formed on the linoleum. I couldn't believe it. I'd peed myself at the library. I took a quick stock and found to my relief it didn't show on my dress. No one was around still, so I pulled my leggings and panties off and threw them in the trash (the leggings were old and had a hole anyways), then dried my legs and shoes with tissues. Some pee had pooled inside my shoes but it wasn't noticeable. I felt bad leaving the puddle, but was too afraid to tell someone so I left. On the drive home, though, the shock and shame was wearing off and I felt very free with no panties. I already had to go again from all that coffee, so with a small smile I let a little bit out on the seat (it had a cover on it because I have dogs). It felt nice so the whole way back I kept peeing in little bits. Then when I got out at my house I peed the rest, letting it stream down my legs on the way in. And that was it, sorry its a bit long. It was my first public accidental wetting, and even though I was terrified I have to admit it was freeing and nice after.
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