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Hello All! This is my first post in a long time! However this is an experience I couldn’t pass up on sharing as this story did not go as I had planned! I hope you all enjoy it! SO the newest film in the John Wick franchise recently came out and I am a huge fan of the movies and Keanu so I just had to see it in theaters. This brought up a perfect opportunity to check something off my bucket list which is to wet myself in a movie theater! I always hate getting up to go to the restroom and always enjoyed the idea of just going in the seat. However I try to be considerate of others and I’m not exactly daring enough to soak my pants in a crowded theater so I wore a diaper. For those interested, my padding of choice was an Abena Abri–Flex pull up. Thin enough to be easily concealable, yet has a fairly decent holding capacity (or so I thought). Anyway, over the extra padding I wore black sweatpants to hide any leaking just in case with an oversized hoodie. TO give you an idea of what I look like, I’m 5’11 skinny nerdy guy with glasses in my twenties. This story begins with me making the decision to book my ticket for a 3pm showing. I did all of this online ahead of time because my local theater has reserved seating. I picked what I thought was a perfect spot: Center row near the wall so Id be last out and nobody next to me. After purchasing my ticket, I promptly got ready to go out and used the restroom one last time before leaving. Before leaving my apartment I grabbed a 1 liter water bottle and filled it, taking a big swig as I walked out the door. Now the forecast for today was supposed to be cloudy and rainy but of course I step outside and the clouds parted and the sun came out. Turns out the afternoon was a nice sunny and otherwise beautiful day. This made me panic a little as I was hoping there wouldn't be as many people because of the crappy weather and I could use the rain to potentially cover any wetness. Nonetheless, I couldn’t back out now as I had already bought tickets. On the drive to the theater I continued to sip on my water. After parking in the lot, I took several big gulps out of my bottle before going in. If I was gonna wet myself I wanted to make sure I actually had to go to justify it so I made sure to drink at least half the bottle before going in. I showed the clerk at the front my virtual ticket and purchased a large soda to continue with filling my bladder and went to find my seat. I wasn’t sitting long when a couple came and sat next to me. My heart began to race as I didn’t want them to notice my squirming or peeing later on during the movie. The seat I reserved was strategically between the wall and a large group of already reserved seats because I figured people wouldn't pick seats next to people, but I was very wrong. After a few minutes the lights dimmed and the trailers started. I looked around to see If I could move seats but the place actually filled up really quick. I decided to endure and worst case I would just get up and use the toilet. The movie finally started and I quickly got engrossed in the action on screen, however, it did not take long for my bladder to start making itself known. I put it off as I wasn't too desperate, but that water I drank before was coming back to bite me. I checked my watch and realized I was barely half an hour into the movie. John Wick Chapter 4 is a 2 hour and 50 minute movie, so I was well aware I was going to have to pee at some point. The minutes passed and I began focusing more on my bladder than the movie, so I figured I would try to pee now so I could enjoy the rest of the film. I didn't account for my nerves being as bad as they were and every time the woman next to me moved my heart rate would accelerate and I would freeze. I continued shifting positions and trying to relax for the next 30 or so minutes. My bladder started to seriously ache so I was starting to consider using the toilet since I couldn't pee where I was. Every movement I made was sending shock waves through my bladder. I was seriously desperate and knew even if I did get up I’d probably barely make it out. Finally, I decided to shift my focus from the movie and stare down into the dark corner of the theater and relax as much as I could. I leaned over the armrest to my right and slightly lifted myself, begging for my bladder to release so I could get some relief. After a few seconds of staring into the darkness I finally felt it. Hot urine sprayed into the padding of the diaper. It was only a spurt but it was progress. I closed my eyes and relaxed again, this time my bladder emptied itself with ease. I felt the warmth spread between my legs and the padding begin to swell. I’m sure there was a hiss, but the sound of the movie drowned it out. I peed for maybe forty seconds or so until my bladder was empty enough to enjoy the rest of the movie. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case. It didn’t take but another hour for my bladder to fill again. I was really regretting drinking the water before I came in at this point. I had been absent mindedly sipping my large soda and it went straight through me as well. I checked the time and Noticed I still had another hour left. I got back into the same position I was in the last time I relieved some pressure. It took a few minutes but my bladder eventually gave in and released its contents for a second time. I felt the material of the diaper swell even more but then a new sensation began. I felt the warmth begin to pool, wetting my inner thighs and running over my hip. I immediately sat up and stopped the flow. I only peed for a few seconds so I waited and tried again as I still desperately needed relief. I started to pee once again, but the material of the diaper must have been nearing its limits because I had to stop peeing after a few seconds again. My legs were feeling very damp, so I shifted more to my side and felt my bottom. My sweatpants were definitely wet. I didn’t want to risk leaving a puddle so I checked my watch again and decided to try to hold it to the end of the movie and I could just finish peeing in my car where I was alone and had a towel. After another 45 minutes I couldn’t take it any more. My bladder was aching more than ever before and I couldn’t stop moving to try to get comfortable. I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore and just wanted to pee. I eventually got back into my wetting position and tried to relax. I needed relief so badly I stopped caring about leaving a puddle behind. I just wanted to empty my bladder. I tried to relax but I just couldn't get my bladder to empty this time. I’m not sure if it was my anxiety or the fact my bladder was actually starting to hurt, but I couldn’t manage to go. I eventually gave up and went to the restrooms. After ducking and trying to leave the theater as fast as possible, I made my way down the long halfway to the lobby where the toilets were. Of course my theater was the very last one, so by the time I got to the lobby I was about to burst. I entered the men's room quickly and luckily it was empty. I stopped in front of the urinals and hesitated for a second. I didn’t want anyone to possibly notice the diaper so I opted for a stall, unfortunately while standing feet away from potential relief, I began to lose control. I felt a large spurt come out and find its way into my soaked diaper. I darted into the closest stall and fiddled with the lock as another spurt came out. I finally got the latch on the door to stay and turned to the waiting toilet. Looking at the toilet was the last straw for my tired bladder. I immediately felt my lower abdomen lurch as the flood was released. As hot urine gushed into my soaked diaper, I ripped my pants down leaving the diaper on and half squatted over the toilet. I stood like this for well over a minute staring down watch the torrent of pent up urine rush out of my body. The diaper was quickly overwhelmed and urine began to stream down the inside of my thigh eventually falling from my leg into the bowl below. Even though most of my pee was splattering below me, I felt my padding growing heavier and begin to sag. Another rivulets of hot urine began to pour from the other side of the soaked diaper and I could feel it splattering off the seat and onto my leg. After what felt like an eternity of emptying my bladder, the flood subsided, I pushed one more time to get the last of my urine out. I felt way better, but I left quite a mess. I pivoted, assessing the damage. My diaper was beyond soaked and there was pee everywhere on the seat of the toilet. I took a moment to enjoy my mess and squezed the soaked padding rubbing it against myself. Excess pee seeped out and both dribbled on the floor and rundown my already damp legs. At the moment someone walked in and went into the stall next to me, snapping me back to reality. My diaper was drenched so there was no way I could just pull my pants up and walk, or rather waddle, to the theater. I made the executive decision to take off the soaked diaper and hastily clean up my mess, but of course as soon as I started changing, a handful of people came into the restroom all at once heading to the urinals. since both stalls were now taken. I quietly removed my pants and the wet diaper and put my damp sweatpants back on. I waited a few moments for the gents at the urinal to leave and I quickly dashed out the stall and trashed my soaked padding as the child that was in the stall came out. I washed my hands and hurried back to the theater to catch the end of the movie with none the wiser of my peeing not once but three times during the movie. I am currently writing this in my now dry pants with my bladder filling from my soda. Not sure how I'll spend the rest of my evening, but I'm sure it will be wet! I also learned that I need to purchase a thicker diaper if I ever plan on wetting at the movies again. If anybody has any recommendations for diapers I should try out or anywhere else I should try wetting myself (with or without padding) I’d love to hear them! Thanks for reading!

Heya everyone, Vaine here. I wasn't planning on posting in here ever, since the only genuine accident I've had with my bladder was in first grade and obviously I have no desire to write about that. However, I realized yesterday that I do have some genuine memories of me discovering my pissing fetish and moments where I really enjoyed urinating. I realized I could share those. These stories and retellings will be slightly embellished to make them more entertaining to read but make no mistake these actually happened to me lol. The only thing I won't use is my real name for obvious reasons. I've told no one else about these before so... you all are the first ones to know about these aside from myself. Enjoy. ~Much Love, Vaine Steele Experience #1: First Time I Pissed in the Shower June 2010. I would have been 21 years old at the time. How time flies hmm? Anyway it was a rather unique month in the summertime for me, my apartment was being heavily renovated and my landlord was nice enough/rich enough to put me up in a cabin by Lake Huron for that month. It was a really fun time to say the least. I mostly just stayed inside playing video games on my X-Box 360, but most days I'd go for a walk and some days I'd go to the beach. One day I invited some of my close friends over and they made the like two hour drive to come see me. They could have stayed over but they had their lives to live as well so whatever. Regardless, this was one day where we all just enjoyed a warm relaxing day on the beach. It was a long day of swimming and sunbathing and basically no bathroom breaks. My cottage was only a ten minute walk from the beach anyways so if anyone had to go they could use my washroom if they wanted to. There were also outhouses like 3 minutes away from the beach but I doubt any of us would want to use those gross things. I don't know why but I didn't piss for almost the entire day. By the time I got back to the cabin my pussy was screaming at me. There was just one problem. My friends and I were covered in sand. There was a single shower outside of the cottage in what I guess you could call a backyard, with just a barely there wooden door and basic walls that blocked the vision of would be peeping toms. Since we didn't want to walk back into the living room with dry dirt on ourselves we had to wash ourselves off first. I was one of the last to rinse myself off, after all my girlfriends had already dried off and gone inside to hang out. By this point it was ten or fifteen minutes later and I was in a lot of agonizing pain. I had enjoyed watching peeing videos on the internet from time to time but this was the first time I was experiencing actual desperation as an adult. I honestly didn't know what to think of it at the time. When I walked into the small cramped shower I was super embarrassed as I clutched my crotch hard through my bikini. I became very self conscious of the numerous small cracks and holes in the wooden stall around me. If some fucked up pervert wanted to watch me, it felt like he easily could. Three minutes... no two minutes of quickly washing myself off was all it would take to clean this sand off of my legs, butt, back and hair. Then I could go inside and urinate in the safety of my own bathroom. I let out an audible cry of pain as I felt my willpower start to slip away. 'Come on...' I tried to encourage myself. 'Let's just get this over with.' I turned the shower on and I was instantly blasted with cold water. My lower body shuddered uncontrollably from the shock and I let out a weak and tiny moan as I felt my pussy lips loosen up. Fuck! This is not happening today, I thought to myself. I reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of my bikini bottom. The fabric was already starting to loosen against my slit. I began to untie it without thinking as it fell onto the sanded wood below, leaving me bottomless out here, with only thin planks between my ass and nature. As soon as my fingers touched my aching vagina I felt something incredibly powerful happen deep inside of me. My mind went blank. All I knew was that my bladder was about to burst and my brain couldn't keep up with what my vagina wanted to do anymore. The pressure in my lower gut reached a boiling point and I felt the urine start to dribble out of my slit. With all my strength gone I just stood there, and my embarrassment quickly transformed into sweet relief. My heart raced. I looked down at my leaking pussy. My eyes widened when I realized how much my labia had opened up. Droplets of yellow fluid poured out of me and started running down my legs and onto the planked shower floor beneath me. Within seconds the stream intensified and it was now louder than the running water. I bit my lower lip as I tried not to moan too loudly. I could feel my anus clutching with pleasure as my privates were just thoroughly enjoying this new feeling. I couldn't believe what was going on right before my eyes. I felt like... this was heaven. I kept looking down at my wet pussy as I smiled, still leaking a torrent of urine. My face was flushed red with excitement. I felt a little horny but more than that I just felt like I was on cloud nine. This new feeling for me... made me appreciate my obscure pissing fetish even more in ways I didn't even think were possible before. I had always thought of myself as a pretty normal nerdy otaku girl, who enjoyed a good orgasm every now and then but nothing really special. Now here I am standing mostly naked in a shower, completely soaking wet with my legs spread wide open while I'm pissing on the hardwood beneath me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did this excite me so much? I must have been crazy to enjoy this. I wondered if other women and men were into this sort of thing as well. Did they ever stand in a shower and release themselves with such intensity? I didn't know. I guess I could assume so now, judging from some of the golden shower porn I've watched but damn. Who knows? My mind was racing as I continued to leak. I felt my vaginal muscles clench and contract again and again as the warm liquid flowed out of me. I was having trouble focusing on anything else besides my pissing pussy. My brain was spinning out of control and my clitoris was on fire. As my stream finally subsided I looked down and just saw the wet planks of wood beneath my feet. It was impossible to tell what was urine and what was water. The smell also went away very quickly once I finished peeing. I laughed lightly, I didn't expect to enjoy this so much. I cleaned the sand off of me and put my swimsuit back on before I turned off the shower and dried myself off. Afterwards I hung out with my friends until the sun went down, not mentioning my newest pleasure to a single soul. It was the beginning of a new sexual era of my life, although I didn't know it at the time. Every day since then, literally every time I've had a shower for the past thirteen years, I've peed in the shower. It's mostly casual these days but once in a blue moon it makes me horny enough to masturbate. Only sometimes though. If I ever had to share a shower with anyone... my secret would leak out, literally. -- Experience 2 and 3 should be up tonight, taking a break for a couple hours but I'll write em up afterwards. These are shorter than what I usually write but hey, nothing much else I can add to them really. I have 5 experiences I can post here, unless I remember more later on.