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So this is an idea I had a while ago, and after some thought I’ve decided it could make a good story. While it is mostly fictional, it does adapt some real life people, locations, and events, but not to the extent where I could say it is based off of one. Also, sorry for not posting, I keep forgotting. A bunch of stuff has happened irl, including the breaking of both my monitor, my desk, my chair, and my leg. (Well actually I suspect it’s just dislocated, but my dad thinks it’s broken. I refuse to go to A&E after last time however, so I’ll be having my Nan who’s a doctor have a look at it before I decide if it’s worth going to the doctors over.) Intro I looked up at my friend, Karen, feeling a combination of terror, panic and anger. My carefully laid plans were collapsing around me. I’d been planning this holiday for ages, and as always, I’ve done considerable research and knew exactly what I thought we’d be doing: My family own a share in a villa, and I’d got permission from them for my friend to join us this year. I don’t always go with my family these days, but I’d decided to this time, and I thought it might be nice to bring a friend along for once. Strangely enough, they had accepted, despite them usually being very overprotective of me and not liking me interacting with people they don’t closely know, but maybe this was because they missed having me round for the holidays. I’d worked out that me and Karen could take an early flight, and then my family could come out later. I personally like early flights for whatever reason, but my family hate getting up early, and would rather fly in the afternoon. I didn’t mind however as I thought it’d give me and Karen a chance to have lunch while we waited and I could show her round some of the places near the airport. I’d even planned for a couple of hours of delay, as airports have ruined more of my plans than anything else by delaying flights. BUT OF COURSE THE AIRLINE HAD TO THROW A SPANNER IN THE WORKS The airline cancelled my family’s flight. The one thing I hadn’t planned for. Of course. And to add insult to injury, they wouldn’t own up immediately either; me and Karen waited in Faro airport for a good 4 hours before we recieved a text from my mum saying they’d just been told their flight wasn’t just delayed, it was cancelled. And worse than that, the flights for the rest of the week were fully booked. “This is the problem with flying in August!” I thought to myself, wishing my mum didn’t insist on traveling in the height of summer... End of Intro
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So I went to go visit some friends of mine in Georgia this past weekend. The weekend was so much fun, but as with all good things they must eventually come to an end. Monday eventually came and it was time to go back home. I awoke early for my drive into Atlanta airport, which was at least 2 hours long. Add in the heat, humidity, the need for caffeine, and straight thirst, and I had polished off a coke and a bottle of water till I got to the airport. Once inside the airport of course there isn't time to pee so unfortunately there's no choice but to hold it in until you get checked in and through security. I still found myself thirsty and drank another bottle of water while waiting. Part of me was thinking, I shouldn't drink this water since I already have to pee, but another part of me is thinking, you don't want to get dehydrated. The latter part of me won. My bladder continued to fill as I worked my way through security, to the point that I had to give my crotch a few discreet squeezes as I waited. I FINALLY passed through security and thought to myself, I need to find a bathroom.....until I looked at the time on my phone. Then I thought to myself, shit, there isn't time. The plane is going to be boarding soon. I'm gonna have to hold it. I thought ok, I can make it. What choice do I have but to hold it in at this point. I got on the tram and began my journey to the gate, needing to give my crotch a few more squeezes along the way. As I arrived to the gate my need to pee was now at about an 8/10. However, there again was no time to go. I boarded the plane and took my seat. The plane itself was very full, which on hindsight was a good analogy to my aching bladder, which by this point was screaming for relief. Unfortunately, there was again no time to pee so I was forced to continue holding it in. The airplane seatbelt only seemed to make matters worse, as seatbelts always seem to do against a full bladder. As the plane was taxiing into position I'm continuing to squeeze my thighs and my crotch more frequently now. I'm also biting my lip and looking out the window to try and take my mind off of what at this point was my rock hard bladder. The plane finally took off and I was thinking, as soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off I'll go pee. After about 15 minutes the seatbelt sign finally went off. I was about to get up and make my way to the bathroom when I saw 2 ladies and a guy get up in front of me. I thought to myself ok, I will wait until they are done, and then I will get up and go. I saw the 2 ladies make their way through the restroom and back to their seats. The guy was about to go in and I was about to get up when the pilot came over the intercom and said for everyone to return to their seats. Their would be turbulence and he was turning on the seatbelt sign. The guy who was about to go into the bathroom returned to his seat and I remained in my seat, continuing to hold my pee with every fiber of my being. My bladder was at a 10/10 at this point. I put the tray table down at this point so I could hold myself to keep my pee in. My bladder was soo stupidly full at this point. I felt like I had gallons of pee screaming for release. After about 10 minutes the seatbelt sign finally went off and I was about to get up to go to the bathroom, when I saw the attendants bringing out the snack carts. I thought oh for god's sake. Since this was a very full plane there was no way for me to get around the cart and the attendant. I sat back down, my bladder throbbing and screaming for relief. At this point I thought to myself, it's either the bathroom or my pants. Since the aisles were blocked by the snack carts and the attendants serving snacks I thought my pants it is. I put the tray table down and relaxed. Almost immediately I felt the first dribble escape into my boxer briefs. After a second or two it stopped, and then I dribbled again for a second or two. I felt better after I did this as it took the edge off, so to speak. I dribbled off and on for the rest of the flight and into the airport. I FINALLY found a restroom in the airport and drained my bladder for almost a full minute. It was ecstasy to finally pee after holding it in for all that time. My boxers were pretty damp and my jean shorts had a wet spot in the crotch (which I attached a pic of). After inspecting the damage I thought, oh well, shut happens, what are you gonna do?
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From the album: A Full Flight
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I seen many stories about desperation on a plane, and even some of desperate stewardess but never anything about desperation of a gate agent. they usually have to stand at the gate making sure people don't come through and would have to make sure all the tickets are scanned. they have limited time windows to run off to the bathroom. link me if anything found, could be fanfiction or real stories.
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Okay, so this happened a few years ago whilst a friend and I were on holiday in the US and Canada. We were on a flight from Pittsburgh to Toronto, a short flight, but an interesting one. Everything started as normal. We weren't at the airport for long before our flight. Around 90 minutes. We checked in and decided to get a snack and a drink before the flight. I got a large iced coffee from one of the food places at the airport and just sipped on it constantly until we were ready to go to the gate. I went and peed before going to the gate as I always do before getting on a plane and things were going okay. We got on the plane, taxied and took off with no problems. The next thing I knew, we were descending into Toronto - I had fallen asleep for the majority of the flight. As I came round, I realised that all that coffee, plus the water I'd had as I got onto the plane had made its way to my bladder and I really needed to pee. Badly. Of course the seat belt light was on, so I just stayed put, not worrying too much because I knew I could just pee once we'd landed. The landing went smoothly and we were on the ground in no time. But that's when the problems hit. We had landed a bit earlier or late (can't remember which) than expected and we had to wait for space to become available before our plane could pull into the gate. Anyone who's flown knows that the seat belt stays on until the plane has stopped at the gate. So I had to wait. And wait. And wait. After about 30 minutes we finally pulled into an available gate. I was so so desperate by this point and I knew I was going to have to use the plane toilets rather than make my way into the terminal. As the seat belt light went out, every stood up as they always do. I stayed sat down because I knew it would be easier to hold that way than standing at an awkward angle. I looked behind (towards the only toilet on the plane) and saw that the people behind had already stood up and were in the aisle. There was no way I could get to the toilet now! This made me really nervous - I was dying for a wee and I had no idea where the nearest toilets would be. I squeezed my legs together together tightly and stood up slowly as everyone started to leave the plane. Once inside the terminal I told my friend about how badly I needed to go and that I urgently needed to find a toilet before I started to wet myself. She was really supportive and reassured me that I would be okay. I wasn't convinced. I needed to go NOW. We walked for what felt like forever. My bladder was getting heavier and heavier and I knew I was almost at my limit. I had to stop occasionally to hold myself and make sure my muscles were still in control. At one point I stopped and my bladder decided to contract. I let a small spurt out. I was trying so hard not to cry. I was in the middle of a busy airport, on the verge of completely wetiing myself. I stood on the spot for a moment and danced a little. My friend was nice enough to take my bag and kept trying to reasurre me that I could hold it. And that if the worst came to the worst, I had a whole suitcase full of clothes to change into. Once I had composed myself, we set off again looking for a toilet. I couldn't believe we hadn't walked past a single one yet. As we were walking, I let another spurt out, making me stop and clamp my legs together. My friend grabbed my attention with the words "there's a toilet just ahead." this made me leak into my underwear even more. I really thought I was about to lose it there and then. We walked as fast as I could towards the toilets. My muscles getting weaker and weaker with each step. By the time we got to the toilets, I had my hand constantly on my crotch, too scared to take it away incase I started to pee. Thankfully there was an open cubicle. I asked my friend to come in with me so she could close the door, I was too desperate for that. I hobbled over, and my bladder knew it was almost time. I started to leak gradually into my underwear. I whimpered as I walked into the cublic, pee dancing and I pulled my leggings and underwear down. I started peeing full force before I even got a chance to sit down. It was such a relief. I was moments away from having a full on public accident. I sat on the toilet for a while longer before my friend and I continued to on collect our baggage. I haven't had a large coffee before getting on a plane since.
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Hey all, So this is a story that happened to me in my first year of uni, but the more I think about it, I feel it does have a place in this part of the forum. I'm not the best writer (apologies, my degree has siphoned the wordiness out of me), but hopefully some of you will get a kick out of the story and appreciate it. So it all started when I was gonna head home for the holidays in my first year of uni, and given that there are no flights home from where I was studying, I had to get an hour long train to the nearest airport in order to fly home. Given that the flight was scheduled for about mid-day and I'm one of those people obsessed with not being late, I got an early train (leaving around 8 or 8.30 a.m.). In order to try and force myself to liven up a bit for the long day ahead, I went to the station cafe before hopping on my airport bound train, and bought myself the largest latte possible. Boy, did I very nearly regret this later. I got through the train ride relatively fine, with no particular urges to go pee at any point as I figured there'd be plenty of opportunities once I got to the airport. It's also worth pointing out that I'm one of those people who never goes anywhere without a water bottle because doing national service back at home, I learned first hand how much of a bitch it is to try and get through long spells with no water. So I sipped away on my Evian during the ride as well. Anyway, I got to the airport, and started feeling my bladder give me the usual early warnings. Having automatically checked in and not having any large bags to drop, I figured I would just waltz through security and find a loo on the other side. As is the usual situation at any big UK airport around the holidays, the place was bloody rammed. So I just said to myself "This is your own fault, so just hang tight and you can pee once you get through here." I still was probably only a 4-5 on the desperation scale, so this was child's play. After waiting about 15-20 minutes, I made it through (having to tighten my belt after taking it off to get through the metal detector was slightly unpleasant), and I made a bee-line through those seemingly endless fucking perfume shops that adorn any Duty Free area in modern airports, to try and find a men's room. But just as I made it out of there, I suddenly bumped into an old friend who was also flying home. For the sake of this story we can call her "Polly". Naturally we hugged as we hadn't seen each other in 2 or 3 years, and wondered what we were both doing in the same airport, though we were obviously on the same flight home. At this point my need was arguably worse than at the start of security, but the distraction of seeing an old friend took my mind off it slightly. In any case we sat at one of the cafes and just chatted away and pretty much caught up there and then, and my subconscious seemed to say "Just go to the bathroom when you get to the gate. Be reet." I was stupidly somewhat embarrassed to admit to a cute girl, albeit a friend, that I was pretty desperate for a wee and just didn't excuse myself at any point. When they called out our gate, I was pretty damn happy because it was probably a 7 on the desp. scale at this point. So me and Polly walked there together. Of course, with my luck, it was one of those gates that didn't have any loos, and there was also no way out once you were in there (people crowded the stairs in a disorderly 'queue', basically blocking the way we came in). I noticed a disabled loo, which I would never normally use, so I went up to the girl wearing an EasyJet uniform who was stood at the "podium" where they check boarding passes and asked her if I could use it (as it was behind her), to which she inexplicably said no. Polly gave me a weird look as I uncomfortably trudged back and asked "What was that about?" "Fucking hell Pol, I am utterly bursting for a piss!" I said to her. She kinda gave a smirk and giggled, saying "Hah! You're not that bad surely? Like not piss-your-pants bad?". "Fraid so..."I replied. Rather than be concerned or sympathetic and just giggled again, and to my horror pulled her water bottle out of her back pack and started shaking , and then drinking it in a way that she knew would make my situation worse. During that 20 minute wait at the gate, she pushed my level up to a 9, so fair play to her really... In any case, we boarded the plane, and me being me and seeing the seat-belt sign on and the toilet light being red, I wrongly assumed I wasn't allowed to go until we were up in the air (Yes I can be dumb. I only found out recently that this isn't the case). I sat in my aisle seat next to an lady who must have been in her early 60s, and at this point things were bad. I was fidgeting as subtly as possible waiting for us to take off but I definitely started sweating as I hadn't been this desperate in years. I was just praying it wouldn't be too long before we took off. I began closing my eyes and breathing pretty heavily. Just when I thought that I'd lost the battle and I was gonna piss myself on a plane at the age of 21, the plane started moving. "THANK GOD!" I muttered under my breath, while the lady next to me looked at me with a confused expression. "HANG ON, YOU CAN ALMOST GO!" I thought, as we took off. The second the seat belt sign went off, I sprinted to the front of the plane, unlocked the bathroom door, and the relief was borderline orgasmic. I had made it safely, by a margin of about 10 seconds. I must have released my stream that lasted at least 70 seconds (I'm probably exaggerating but it sure as hell felt like it!). I flushed, washed my hands, then strolled back to my seat. "Nervous flyer?" I heard the old lady next to me ask. "Huh?" I replied. "Oh not to be rude or anything, but you were acting really scared and breathing really weirdly and loudly before takeoff...I assumed you may not like flying?" she said. "Oh...uh..something like that, I guess.." I said, not wanting to admit anything. Funny how a few seconds may have changed what she was thinking... I used the bathroom multiple times on that flight (fuck you, coffee!), but no incidents came close to that early near-miss. Looking back, if I hadn't booked an aisle seat, this would have been an accident story as opposed to a close call. Hope you enjoyed this 🙂
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I plan to wear a Rearz diaper on an upcoming flight, because being stuck on a long flight is hard, especially when the bathrooms are full or you need to climb over someone to get to the bathroom. That said, what are your strategies for changing at the airport? I know some people do it standing up, but it can be hard to get the tapes right. Any suggestions?