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  1. I recently broke my back, and I've got 6 months of bed rest to get through, so I wrote this fiction out of sheer boredom. I also borrowed a mold of the main character (with permission) from my fiancee. I based the main character on her, and tweaked her a little bit. Albeit not tweaked much... new name, and .....new embarrassing memories....ok, I'll admit that's pretty much all I changed. It's hard not to picture her in my head when imagining stories like this. I think I might be head over heels in love right? lol. But anyway, I wanted to change it up a little so it would make it feel like a fiction story, and not just a daydream about my fiancee lol. Hope it's not terrible, and I'm sure I've made grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes I missed, feel free to point those out. I just figured I'd put it on here. Maybe you will enjoy it as much as I did. 22 year old Annika sat in class, regretting her choice of not using the bathroom before this study period. She's needed to pee since before the lunch break, but, like usual for her, gossip with her friends was more important than the bathroom. "So stupid" she very quietly muttered to herself. A native of Trinidad and Tobago, she was what you would call a red girl. Half Indian and the other half a mix of colonial white and African. She was stunningly good looking. Big beautiful brown eyes, a smile that could light up the night, coco brown skin, dark brown hair that took it's ancestry from the colonial French on her dad's side. She's 5'0" tall and about 97 pounds. A well shaped and fit, but not large chest and upper body, and a toned and flat stomach with complementary piercing. Due to her being a gymnast for the college she was in remarkably good shape. Toned legs and an excellent bumpa (butt). Her smile and girly personality topped off the already impressive list. Today she wore a tight grey tanktop, a nude color bra, tight and very faded blue jeans, hot pink and white striped cotton panties, tiny white ankle socks and white sneakers. Poor Annika didn't know however, that SHE would be the topic of gossip she found so irresistible tomorrow at lunch break. She was about to go through what would be one of the most embarrassing moments in her life, Annika was going to pee in her pants in class. She nervously glanced back up at the clock. Her left foot was bouncing, and she was already squirming around in her chair. She cursed herself again for "playing the ass" instead of using the bathroom. Her tiny little bladder was full to the max. It came on suddenly, and she knew based on previous occasions that she didn't have long to get to the bathroom. Maybe 15 minutes at most. The problem was, there was 35 minutes left in class, and it was group presentation day. She couldn't leave because her group could be called to present it's project at any time. Still, she had to try. Asking to go to the bathroom wasn't a big deal. Unfortunately for her, her teacher, Mrs. Majirah was a notorious hard ass, and wasn't exactly Annika's biggest fan. Annika raised her hand, and her teacher knew waht Annika needed before she even asked. The worried look on Annika's face and the bouncing foot told the story. With that, Mrs. Majirah smiled, looked down and said "I don't tink so miss, you done dis youself, maybe next time you don't be playin de ass and go the loo instead". Dejected, Annika considered for a brief moment arguing, but knew it would only hurt her case. As the minutes ticked painfully by, Annika began realizing that if she had to stand up for the group presentation, she was screwed. It's much harder for her to hold her pee standing than it is sitting. For now, she took small comfort in the fact that she could remain sitting. Her groups presentation, called "the art of responsibility" wasn't going to take too long, basically Kendra speaking about accepting responsibility for ones actions, and then they would all give examples. As the clock showed 29 minutes to go, Annika grew ever more uncomfortable. It was plainly obvious that she needed to pee badly, and several other kids in the class were occasionally glancing her way and quietly giggling. She did her best to ignore them, it was talking all of her concentration not to pee. When 26 minutes to go clicked in, Annika heard the dreaded words from Mrs. Majirah, her group was up next. It was at this moment, that her reality came crashing down, she began to realize that there was almost no chance of her making it to the end of the class, and the even worse reality...peeing in her pants in front of the entire class. She reluctantly shuffled up to the front with Kendra and Steph, taking tiny baby steps to ensure she wouldn't pee. As Kendra started with the opening line, the first leak hit. Annika stood next to, but slightly behind Kendra. Annika's legs were crossed as tight as they could go, but she felt the little leak escape into her underwear. She gasped a little, and squezeed her hands tight. Looking up at the clock, she knew it was over. The seal had been broken, and There was still 25 minutes left. The feeling of dread came over her like a black curtain. She was going to pee in her pants in front of the entire world, and she couldn't avoid it. She started to sweat, she couldn't stand still, and tears of frustration were forming. She could only just barely register that Kendra was still talking. Just then, another leak escaped. She'd let her guard down half a second, but it was enough. Her crotch grew just the slightest bit warm from the leak. She started to panic in her head. She wanted to just run out of the class, but if she moved now, it would be over. She was stuck, and soon her only option was the worst embarrassment ever. She barely registered that Steph and Kendra had already given their first "art of examples" when it happened, the last leak that never really stopped. It slowly began trickling out, it was growing warm between her legs, the crotch of her panties steadily growing more soaked. She desperately tried to think of something to do, but it was too late, she was actively peeing in her pants. The trickle kept on, and soon she felt the first little bit soak the denim of her jeans as she looked down, but couldn't see anything yet. Then it became clear that both Steph and Kendra were waiting on her to say one of her examples. "Uh.....ummmm...." Annika nervously stammered out. Just then her body gave up, the trickle grew into a stream, and warmth blossomed in her crotch. Annika's panties overflowed, and the faded denim eagerly soaked in the pee and grew a dark grayish blue. The glistening stain was spreading out from her crotch, at first in all directions, in an almost perfectly round stain growing out from between her legs. It was visible now to the class. Everyone stared in amazement and shock as this dark, glistening stain grew on the front of Annika's jeans. A loud hiss began emanating from her crotch. The warm pee then quickly began running down her legs, soaking into her jeans as it went. She finally blurted out, in a trembling voice on the verge of tears "The art of peeing my pants". Her pee reached her knees, then began flowing down the insides of her lower legs. She looked down and watched as the stain spread down her legs and little droplets of pee began falling and landing on the floor. The class erupted in laughter as her pee ran down her ankles, soaked her socks and shoes, and then dripped off her pants legs and into the growing puddle at her feet. She could feel the warm streams soaking the bottom half of her ass, and snaking around the backsides of her thighs. A glance down confirmed, she was soaking herself. Her jeans grew heavy and dark as the subtle hissing slowly started to fade...then finally stop. Laughter and yelling filled the room, Annika wanted to run, but panic froze her in place. The carpet floor grew dark as her puddle soaked in, she finally snapped out of her shock, her eyes burning with tears. She cried out an unintelligible sound of embarrassment as she turned and ran for the door, her pee dripping and leaving a trail behind her. She nearly slipped and fell as she ran out onto the tile floor. All Annika could think of is how to get out and get home. Her house was a few kilometers away in the valley. She ran out of the lecture hall and over to her bike. Tears streaming down her face, Annika couldn't help but think of the bacchanal that was sure to be about her peeing in her pants. All the gossip in the group chat, the ever so exciting lunch break...now she knew she'd never be able to show her face there again. The feeling of frustration, feeling so stupid for letting this happen. Explaining to her friends why a 22 year old peed in her pants and then ran away....she couldn't bear it. Annika peddled harder, mind a blur. By the time she was home her thoughts snapped back to reality. Her phone had 32 unread messages. Some undoubtedly from Steph and Kendra, but then her stomach dropped when she saw that all but 6 of them were the group chat. Apparently one of the other girls in her class got a photo of her before she ran out, and it was summarily posted to the group chat, soon for the world to see she imagined. A lump formed in her throat and the burning tears came once again. She jammed her phone back in her bag and waddled inside, her damp pants now clammy and clinging to her. Her mind was racing as she stripped off her wet jeans and panties. She had a test tomorrow, she HAD to go back....but death seemed preferable at this point. Overwhelmed, Annika collapsed on her bed, a ball of tears.
  2. So... before I start this, I feel like I should repeat what I have said in a few threads: I’m really shy. Sometimes. It depends on how I’m feeling, but even when I’m feeling my best, I really struggle with starting conversations. Recently, I’ve been having worse problems with this than usual, and I haven’t really spoken to many people; I’ve just been by myself. The Story: (Part 1) In university today, I had a large mug of tea before leaving for my afternoon classes. I was smart enough use the toilets beforehand, luckily. I went off to my first class with a thermos full of the equivalent of another large mug of tea, and sat down. Throughout the next class I drank the thermos of tea, as well as drinking from the bottle of water I carry everywhere with me. By the time came to move rooms for the rest of the afternoon, about 2 hours, I had to go. Kinda bad. But I thought I could manage, and I’ve been deliberately testing myself more by going longer between each bathroom break, especially in the afternoon where if I don’t go before leaving, I usually get a great desperate experience at home. I set off for the class, passing a set of toilets on the way. I felt a twinge as I walked past, but I ignored it. In this class, I was seated right next to my crush, and we were surrounded by a few girls we were friends with. She was much more friendly with them than me though, as she can start conversations easily without worrying endlessly about what everyone is going to think and how they'll react. About half an hour in, I felt the urge grow massively, going from a little uncomfortable to highly distracting, although I could resist it still. It stayed at this level until I was about 75 minutes into the 2 hour lesson. When it got worse, it pushed me up to a 6/10 level, which for me means when the urge is constantly on my mind, and I can only hold on by moving my legs around or holding myself occasionally. It was getting harder to ignore, but I kept trying to work. At 90 minutes in however, it was getting very hard to focus. I was constantly fidgeting, although I tried hard to stop myself, as I was at a quite bad 7/10. For the last 10 minutes, I was into 8/10 territory, focusing at all was impossible. My mind was consumed with how badly I needed relief... But I couldn’t go. If I left my seat to go to the bathroom, my friends... and my crush... would ask where I was going, and I wouldn’t be able to explain where, it’d be too embarrassing. I was worried about how they’d react, and I knew they’d want to go with me because too many girls seem obsessed with that... I didn’t think I could do it. Especially not in front of my crush, it’s hard enough to act normal around her already. I thought I could endure it until the end, and luckily I was able to. My crush and friends left before me, as they had to drop some coursework off. I’d sent mine in already, and I pretended to be filing up some notes or something while my friends left, meaning I could walk off to the bathrooms on my own. I picked up my stuff, and left, trying to resist my desire to hold myself to suppress the need to pee. I kept my legs as close together as I could without looking suspicious, and reached the closest bathrooms: Out of order. Typical. My bladder ached at having it’s plans for release postponed, and I had to find another set. Unfortunately, they had a huge queue, so I squeezed my legs together for a moment to alleviate the need for a bit and went looking for some more toilets. When I finally found some without a queue, I eagerly ran towards them, only to encounter my crush walking towards the girl’s room from another corridor. I quickly stopped running, and tried to hide my desperation while she stopped and approached me. ”Hey, Rosalynne! Were you just heading for the bathrooms?”, she asked me. My face went red upon just hearing the question. It’s worth mentioning here that my feelings for her are more than just that of a schoolgirl crush, I really, absolutely are completely in love with her. I can’t focus on things when she’s too close to me... I find myself watching her whenever we’re together... I want to make physical contact with her whenever I can, even though I’m too shy most of the time... it’s so hard to talk to her too, my anxiety just goes mad; if I do something to make her not like me, I think my heart would break. ”I-I-I... u-uh... n-no!”, I insisted, before taking a moment to regain my composure, and continuing: “I-I was just... just walking past...” ”Oh, okay. I was considering going myself. I haven’t been all afternoon!”, she said to me, doing a comedic fidget to exaggerate the situation. I tried to stop myself blushing, but with limited success. ”I think I’ll wait though,”, my crush said to me, “I can manage until I get home, and I really don’t like public toilets.” ”Okay.” ”Actually, before you go Rosalynne, do you want to go shopping? Me and a couple of other girls are going to town.” Despite the fact that my bladder was telling me that I should under no circumstances say yes, and should focus on getting home to pee, and that all my social instincts where telling me to say no and run away and hide before I said something that would ruin my chances with her forever, I blurted out: “Y-yes! I’ll go sh-shopping...” ”Great!”, my crush replied, “The others’ll get here in a minute.” End of Part 1 I wasn’t going to make this a two parter, but it’s 1AM and I need to sleep. This first half took longer to write then expected. I’ll write the rest in tomorrow, by editing the post if I can.
  3. Master and I needed to get some Christmas shopping done, so we took His Sons to my parents' house for the weekend, conversed for a bit and then I grabbed my diaper bag, ran into the bathroom, changed my wet diaper, put on a dry one and off we went to the mall! The mall was, of course, packed to the hilt and Master said we could take our time, traverse the crowds and see what gifts we could find. Happily and proud, I walked beside Master and perused the "finer" goods of an overpriced mall and within thirty minutes I realized there was a warmth in my diaper, after a quick check, Master said it wasn't much and we carried on. I must have leaked, slowly, into my diaper off and on for a good solid two hours when I felt it...the slow trickle of urine sliding down the inside of my thighs and onto the tops of my feet. "Master." I said softly, tugging on His arm. "What is it, baby?" He asked, turning from the jacket He thought on buying for His Father. "I have to find the restroom, Sir -- I'm leaking." Of course, this brought a look of disdain to His face as we were far from the bathrooms and I was supposed to be checking myself. I knew the look well and I knew it meant I wouldn't be changing myself any time soon. "No." His tone was simple and succinct in its delivery...and I just nodded in return -- He was upset with me. Falling quiet, I felt more and more lines of urine staining my flesh and as Master was paying for the jacket He finally chose, I was actively leaking large streams of urine out of the leg holes of my diaper. Thankfully, there was no one else there, but the puddle was visible and my feet and legs were soaked. My diaper completely full, it was hard to walk without a waddle and suddenly I felt the world looking at me. Being incontinent there was no way to stop any dribbling or further accidents, but Master walked towards the restrooms and nodded towards the females. "Go," He said and I nodded with a short bow of my head, before turning to change my diaper. I kept a check on it for the rest of the day.
  4. This happened to me just last week. I was busting my ass all day at work and never got the chance to run to the bathroom, the ENTIRE day. I had a full days bladder and I hadn't really noticed how badly I needed to go because I was so distracted. Anyway, I finished my shift around 5pm and was about to head home, but I realized my car was absolutely dead out of gas - like I was hardly making it to the station down the road. I'm one of those lazy people who waits until the last second to do a lot of things so this was a regular occurrence for me. The need to pee was getting stronger once I was sitting by myself and not super busy and distracted but I still ignored it (big mistake). I really had to stop and get gas and I was confident that I could just be quick about it and jump back in my car to go home. So I get to the pump down the street and there's already two other cars there. I pulled up to the pump facing the road as my car was drastically flashing the "Low Fuel" sign at me. Trying to be quick I began to fumble about my car in search of what I needed. I grabbed my card to pay at the pump (thank god I didn't go inside) and I hopped out of my tiny car onto the pavement. Gasoline fumes assaulted my nose and the sound of cars whizzing by filled my ears. As soon as I stood up I realized I would be doing the potty dance for the next few minutes that I'd be out of the vehicle. Trying to power through the experience, I jammed my card into the machine and grabbed the gas pump. As I inserted the nozzle into my car the need to pee was getting unbearable. I tried to be subtle about my desperation because there were other people around me and I was already facing a busy road. "Halfway there" I thought to myself as I looked at the rising numbers "I can do this" I stopped dancing for just a moment to look at the pump to see my progress and I felt a spurt of wetness dampen my panties. I quickly tried to stop the stream but that little spurt was all my body needed to let the flood gates open. It started slow but quickly got out of hand. I stood there next to my car, frozen like a statue as my panties drenched and overflowed into my dress-trousers. I felt a stream of wetness run down the back of my thighs. Two streams down the front of each pant leg. And a stream at the source, my crotch, easily passing through the fabric and directly hitting the pavement with a little tinkling "splash" sound. I looked down in heated embarrassment as I saw massive wet spots forming and a puddle on the ground where I had been standing. My bladder finally emptied itself without any consideration for me. The streams slowed down and finally came to a stop with a few moments of dripping. Drip. I literally couldn't move I was so humiliated. Drip. Oh god how Is this possible? Drip. Shit, did anyone see me? *a final little stream came out of fear, hitting the puddle beneath me rather loudly* I looked up and saw a guy next to me getting out of his SUV at that moment. Another guy at the next pump over glancing in my direction. I ripped the nozzle out of my car and slammed it back into the fuel pump. My only goal was to get out of public and away from wondering eyes as soon as possible. I was too scared to even look at the stopped cars on the road as I jumped into my vehicle as quickly as I could and started to drive home. I sat for a thirty minute drive with soaked trousers and panties in humiliation and shame, thinking about all of the people who could have seen me. Hoping that there isn't some security footage of the incident but I can't help but wonder if there is... A lesson learned, always make time for the little things or they will make time for themselves...
  5. He fidgeted in his seat, glancing at the clock. 1:07. Class had started 7 minutes ago, and to avoid the tardy bell, Finn had to skip the bathroom on the way to class, and now he was desperate. He needed to get to a bathroom. Why had he had so much to drink at lunch? He glanced at the clock again. 2:08. He wasn't going to make it through class. He raised his hand. "Yes, Finn?" the teacher asked. "Can I go use the restrooms?" he asked. Of course the answer would be no. The math teacher was brutal on them, and no bathroom breaks were allowed during tests, of which Finn was doing right now. "No." Finn had been right. "But I really gotta go!" he said, his immense desperation causing his voice to crack. "You should have thought of that before class started then, Finn." was his reply. He fidgeted again. He couldn't stop moving, crossing and uncrossing his legs, drumming his fingers on his desk, glancing at the clock, quivering, the whole 'I need to pee, and I need to pee NOW' package. The clock now said 1:09. The teacher decided to write one of the test's questions up on the blackboard and have whoever didn't raise their hand come up and answer it. "Who can show us how to solve this problem from question 27?" the teacher asked the class. Everyone except Finn raised their hand. "Finn, why don't you show us?" the teacher said. The clock was at 1:11, and Finn knew he couldn't hold it much longer without a hand at his crotch, but doing that in front of the class would be embarrassing. He got up and walked to the front of the class. The problem was a trigonometric equation, and a difficult one at that. Finn's bladder was causing a lump to appear on his stomach, pressing against his belt. He picked up the chalk, and began to solve the equation. 1:19, and Finn's desperation to pee was at an 11 of 10. Turning around because he had solved the equation, his bladder and muscles let all he had been holding in out. He was wetting himself uncontrollably, and the whole class was watching and laughing. Laughing at him. He'd be the laughingstock of school for who knows how long? And all because he couldn't hold his pee. The next day, when he walked through the halls, everyone saw him and laughed at him. Later, after lunch, two of the guys on the football team refused to let him in the bathroom. He had drank more soda than he had yesterday, and needed to pee as bad as he had at 1:15 the day before. Still no access. He trudged off to math class, and more embarrassment. Around 1:05, he raised his hand. "Can I go use the bathroom?" he asked. "You can wait until the end of the lesson." was his reply. "Now come up here and solve this equation. As soon as the equation was solved, he turned around, and, on came the accident. It was worse than the last, and his mom found out this time. The next day, he came wearing something he thought more embarrassing than wetting himself: a diaper. It rustled quietly and itched him, so the football team knew by the end of lunch. After lunch, the same football guys from the day before came up, got him in only his diaper, and got him to his class, in only a diaper, and got him to do the whole class in only his diaper. When he walked out into the halls, pure embarrassment.
  6. All accidents are a little humiliating, but what's the most embarrassing accident you've ever had at school. I've wet myself more than a few times in the past, a few of them at school. But by some sort of a miracle, I've never actually been found out, even in situations where I thought I'd be busted for sure. As far as everyone knows, I haven't wet myself since preschool. I never had to deal with peeing myself while my classmates watched, getting laughed at, getting sent to the nurse for a change of clothes, or having to explain to my parents that I had an accident at school. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones. http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/laugh.png On the other hand, it seems that all my friends have stories about "that time" when they wet themselves at school, a decent chunk of them having an accident as late as high school. What about you guys?
  7. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
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    Big day wetting?

    For a long time I've had these fantasies about girls and women who accidentally ends up wetting themselves on one of those special very days... For instance at their wedding, where they have trouble finding time or space to use the restroom and ends up soaking thier panties, perhaps without anyone noticing? Or doing thier highschool prom night o: Generally those days where they would wear their absolute favorite underwear!.. In Denmark were I come from, we have a tradition were boy and girls when they are around the age of 13-14 celebrate thier "konfirmation" a ceramony where they confirm the christianity... They are ten celebrated with a big party (much like a sweety 16 party) and this is also one of the moments I would fantasise about a girl wetting her special panties, in her special dress on her speical day o: Have anyone in here ever ended up peeing themself one an occasion like that or been to a party where it happendes?
  9. Just like the "Say Anything" and "Trauma-Rama" features in teen magazines, share your (or others', with their blessings) embarrassing stories here. They don't have to be pee related, not all social screw-ups are, after all. Here are a few from me... When I was a teenager, my family was up north, and my uncle and I were screwing off, balancing on poles next to the dock. I slipped and fell into the water, which was embarrassing enough, but halfway up to the cabin, I felt the worst pain ever between my legs, and swelling, too. I'd fallen crotch-first on to the pole before hitting the cold lake water, which temporarily numbed me. My whole family (mom, dad, aunt, uncle) had to look at my swollen, bruised crotch before deciding to take me to the emergency room, and everyone came for that, too, of course. I felt like a world-class ass. My friend didn't know he was wiping his ass the "wrong" way until he went to prison. The first time he took a shit, he stood up, grabbed a cheek in one hand, and began wiping his ass the way he had all his life when his celly said: "Boy, what the fuck are you doing? Sit back down on the toilet and wipe your ass!" Imagine, wiping your ass the wrong way for over 20 years... When we were kids, my brother was lazy as hell. He'd even sit down on the closed toilet lid when he brushed his teeth because he was too lazy to stand. I noticed he didn't even look before he sat, so one day I lifted the lid, but not the seat, before he came in to brush. He sat down, and got stuck in toilet and toilet seat, knees up to his chest, and I couldn't stop laughing at him. Got in trouble, too. I was sitting in history class senior year when I realized I had just gotten a visit from the period fairy. I finished my test, and asked the teacher if I could be excused, but he said no, because it was during a test. Since the teacher was an old man, I didn't want to go into details about why I wanted to be excused. He did excuse me once everyone had finished, though, and out the door I went, already digging in the many pockets of my *khaki* bibs for change. I had a dime, yipee! So, I ventured into the nearest girls' room, and wouldn't you know it...empty pad machine. So, I had to go upstairs to the first floor, and upon arriving in the first floor girls' room, I realized I didn't have a quarter, and even if I had, that machine was also empty. So, I had to hobble to the office for change, and explain why I needed it, damn nosy Catholic school. I was labeled a troublemaker, so they kept tabs on me. At least it was still during class, so the hallways were mercifully empty, no one around to see me shamble up to the second floor girls' room, where I was confronted again by an empty machine. At that point, I wanted to cry. I knew I'd probably stained my bibs already, but I had to go up to the third, and final floor. The last restroom. Mercifully, the machine dispensed what I needed. I was a mess, but I didn't want to go home, if I did, coming back in different clothes would require explanation, and if I stayed home, Mom's rule was I had to be home for the rest of the day. I was actually off work that night, so I already had plans to party my foolish ass off. So, I had to take off my black hoodie and tie it around my waist, I had nothing on underneath besides a lace-trimmed white wifebeater, a total violation of school dresscode, and it was the middle of winter. The school wasn't exactly well-heated, either. Fortunately I had a stroke of luck; just before the class-end bell rang, and I was just about to hit the last flight of stairs back down to history class, I ran into a friend. He asked me if I was okay, he thought I had a fever because of the wifebeater. I told him what happened, and he gave me his black hoodie. So, I spent the rest of the day still looking somewhat like an ass with one black hoodie around my waist, the other hiding my dresscode violation and keeping me warm. I did go home and change right after school, and my mom asked me why I had two hoodies, and I told her, feeling stupid again. She chastised me for not being prepared, but was proud of me for staying in school.
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