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  1. View File i did not mess my diaper does not want to admit her accident Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/22/2023 Category Female AB/DL Messing  
  2. "Oh my god! Nineteen isn't dead!" That's right! I am not deceased... I just lost my motivation to write for a pretty long while. I apologize if this story isn't as good as the other ones as I am shaking off the rust, but if you like it, I'd love it if you left a comment telling me so! Do you like my title? I named it like that because of the movie Cabin Boy that I heard of from Game Grumps and because this story is centered around a cabin, but I said "Individual" instead of "Boy" or "Girl" because, as usual, I've left the gender unclear so you can picture me however you like. So, now, without further ado, here is my story! ... I had been on break for a while before I went out to help my aging grandparents with upkeep at their cabin. They lived in a normal house, naturally, but the cabin functioned as their summer (and occasionally winter) home. It was rustic to the point of being slightly disgusting in some ways. For example, the shower was nothing but a bathtub with a shower-curtain draped around it that stuck to my chest and back side every time I climbed in and gave the sensation of being groped inappropriately. I avoided showering when I could. I had asked my grandparents if they needed my help when I went to visit them upon arriving home. I hadn’t managed to land a job for the summer, so I decided that helping them was the least I could do. They said they could use a spritely young body on board to help out with roof repairs and moving heavy things, then gave me an address to head for and a date that they would be departing. I left with every intention of going, so the night before they said they were leaving, I set my alarm for 8 A.M., fully expecting them to be early risers like I imagined many older people were. To my surprise and distress, I managed to sleep through my alarm completely and woke up nearly an hour late. I showered quickly, threw on clothes and rushed to my car. Their house was near my family’s, so I drove by before heading for the cabin to see if they were still there. They weren’t, and I cursed under my breath as I drove past their house and out of town. The cabin was a three hour drive, and I hoped that I would have time to catch up to them if I took minimal breaks and drove quickly. Now, the savvy reader may see where this is going- some stressed out college student pushes themself too hard and ends up having an accident for no reason- but what if I surprised you by telling you that my grandparents are actually very punctual and very judgemental of people who aren’t? Now what, smart guy/girl? Yes, my grandparents have always been strict about arriving in a timely manner, so I certainly didn’t push myself for no reason. I assumed they would be angry at me if I showed up after they did, so I was in a hurry to get there as soon as possible. The first hour of the drive was relatively uneventful. I drove five miles over the speed limit (I would’ve gone faster except I really don’t like to speed) and stopped to grab a green tea because I was feeling drowsy (I also don’t like coffee). I shifted in my seat on occasion, but for the most part, I was able to ignore my bladder and enjoy the music on the radio. It was only during the second hour that I really began to feel my bladder. As the first hour ended and the clock shifted from 10 to 11, I began to squirm a little. I had put on skinny jeans that morning instead of my favorite summertime, just-barely-too-short-to-be-decent shorts because, although it was quite warm out, I knew the cabin would be buggy and the less of my skin the pests could reach, the better. Now, though, I grimaced as the button of those skinny jeans pushed into my bladder. Maybe wearing them for the trip hadn’t been such a good idea. Even so, I was still confident I could make it to the cabin without incident… until the green tea hit me. At around 11:30 I finished off the bottle, and quite soon after, I began to feel the urine building far more quickly in my bladder. As the first wave of desperation hit, I squeezed my knees together more tightly, tightening my muscles against my growing desperation, but that was all I dared to do. I was on the highway by that point and I was all too aware of the kind of mistakes I could and would have if I didn’t give my full attention to the road. They had, after all, happened before. By the third hour, I dared to move around quite a bit. I could feel my bladder fighting against me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Near 12:15, I had my first leak. I still couldn’t take my eyes off the road or cross my legs, but I used one of my hands to grab my crotch and hold on for dear life. I tightened my jaw, locked my thighs around my hand and tried with everything I had to hold it back, but all of that still didn’t stop a few drops of pee from dampening my underwear. After I had regained control, I gingerly used the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel to unbutton my jeans. The relief only lasted a moment before the pressure set back in, but I was able to relax my legs as, without the added pressure of the button, I could hold back my urine with my kegel muscles alone. It only took another few minutes for the pressure to reach critical levels again. The GPS on my phone said I still had twenty minutes to go, as I had driven fast enough to shave off a few minutes of the three hour drive. With a toilet so close, I knew I couldn’t give up now. I hoped I was ahead of my grandparents so I could use the bathroom without them hearing the enormous amounts of pee coming out of me, but if I didn’t beat them there, the whole struggle would have been in vain, so it was really all or nothing. With renewed confidence in my ability to make it to the cabin with jeans unpeed, I returned my focus to the road… only to have another huge wave of desperation breach my bladder’s walls and wet my underwear again. It took me completely by surprise and, without a second to prepare, all I could do was stop it as quickly as possible. It took me nearly a second to reign it in, and, without looking, I already knew it had left a wet spot on my jeans. I cursed and, in a moment of despair, let tears blur my vision. I’m going to wet myself, I thought sadly. Then, looking at my phone again and seeing that I still only had a few minutes left, I steeled my resolve. No. I will not ruin my car seats like this! With determination in my heart, I unbuckled my seatbelt to spare myself as much unnecessary pressure as possible and squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could without crossing my legs. I was going to make it. I had to. With fifteen minutes to go, I was shifting desperately in my seat again, this time almost constantly. I had pulled onto a pretty empty road, so I wasn’t too worried about crashing into the cars in front of me. With ten minutes, I was shaking and positively bursting. I knew that, if I didn’t get there soon, I would pee myself right there in the car. I sped up a little. With five minutes left in the journey, I turned onto the dirt road that led to the cabin. This was where things really started to fall apart. The road was ill-maintained and covered in… can they be called potholes if they’re not in pavement? Whatever. The road was filled with dirt potholes and bumpy as can be. I was already on the verge of losing control, but one or two of the potholes were big enough to jolt the pee out of me. After a couple more leaks, I was ready to give up, but the cabin came into view just in time. I pulled into the driveway shaking in anticipation and desperation. I turned off the car and braced myself for the strain of climbing out. It took a lot of energy not to wet myself completely, but I made it out of the car with relatively little damage. Upon closer inspection, I had left a small wet spot on the seat, but that was the least of my concerns. I had beaten my grandparents to the cabin, and that made it worth the wait. I hobbled over to the cabin door and went to pull it open… but to my horror, the door was padlocked shut. Of course it’s locked! Did I really expect my grandparents to leave their cabin unlocked for any would-be thief to break into while they were hours away? Without moving, I did a quick search of the surrounding area, but if they had a spare key, I didn’t see it. I slid the welcome mat away from the door with my foot, but the only things under it were dirt and worms. I shuddered at the sight, which was all my body needed to expel a huge spurt of pee from my bladder. I was bent at the knees, so the pee dripped back and wet the underside of my butt. The warmth made me want to lose control, but I fought the urge to let go and regained my composure. I paced the clearing that the cabin was located in for a moment, trying desperately to think of something to do to relieve myself. On one side of the cabin was the dirt road that I had come down. It was mostly empty, but I didn’t want to risk it. On the other side of the cabin was a lake, and on every side of the lake were other cabins. I couldn’t pee there either. There wasn’t a single piece of hidden land in the entire place! And all the time, I ran the risk of my grandparents arriving just in time to see me lose control like a child. I looked around one last time. Behind me was outhouse I hadn’t noticed before. I groaned. Disgusting, I thought, but it’s my last shot. I could only hope that it was real and not just for looks like so many of the things at the cabin. I shuffled desperately over to it. It wasn’t padlocked, although there was a place where it could be. I turned the latch, but to my horror, it didn’t line up. The door had warped somehow, and the latch wouldn’t come undone. I danced on the spot, desperately trying to hold back the flood as I fiddled with the mechanism, but I knew it was too late. In one last ditch effort, I crouched low to the ground, still too embarrassed to pull my pants down but hoping to keep them as dry as possible. The pee came splashing out of me with no hesitation, soaking the front of my pants and parts of my butt, but thankfully not touching my legs. The urine hit the ground and was immediately soaked up by the dry, thirsty soil, but, eventually, it became too much even for that, and began to puddle at my feet. When my bladder was finally empty, I stood up, grimacing at the drips of urine still making their way down my legs. I took in the damage with a sigh before returning to my car and retrieving my bag. Finding somewhere I hoped nobody would see me, I changed out of my ruined jeans and into a torn pair as quickly as I could. My grandparents didn’t arrive for nearly an hour, and I passed the time trying to get the urine smell out of my jeans by dunking them in the lake, then leaving them out to dry on the roof of my car. When my grandparents finally pulled in the driveway, I lied about the wet jeans, saying I had gone out to the dock to get a good look at the water and fallen in, then headed straight for the bathroom, eager for the tender (if slightly creepy) embrace of the shower-curtain. ... That's my story! I really hope you liked it, but if you didn't, you're still welcome to leave any constructive criticism in the comments. I added a picture of the door-latch because, if you couldn't tell, I didn't really know how to describe it... but, anyway, thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day!
  3. School trip to the National Gallery. It is always nice to have a trip instead of lessons. We are using public transport to the NG. I am starting to feel that I need to pee. But I am little bit shy to ask in front of classroom if I could go before we are inside. We are getting a guide and starting to go. I am thinking that I am not little boy and how long time can it be? 30-40 minutes? No problem. But after an half hour is my situation really worse. The teacher is back so nobody is near by her, so I can ask her for bathroom and nobody will hear me. Very good! Me: Mrs. Brown I need to go to the bathroom, do you know where is it? Mrs. Brown: Lukas, I told to all class that all should use bathroom before we started with inspection. So I think you do not have any health problems and you should hold it. Me: hmmm, but I was not in the bathroom when we arrived here, so I maybe could go now... Mrs. Brown: Lukas, hold it and pay attention to guide. Ohhh, fuck I am really in troubles but I am too shy to say it. Ten minutes later comes a salvation. Simon, my classmate, no friend but no enemy, asks to speak. Simon: I need to the bathroom, where is it? (good that he is not shy and asks in front of all) Guide: in the end of corridor in the first floor. Simon are going to the first floor and I am using this situation too. We are in the first floor and both too are racing to the bathroom. Door are locked and key is in the reception. Simon needs badly and race to the reception, I am in so big troubles that I am waiting in front of doors and both my hand are in my crotch. Simon is back in short time, so we can go. Me: Simon can I go first, I am really near by peeing myself? Simon: I will not be there long time, I only need to pee, wait here Me: Simon, please let me go first.... but Simon had already unlocked doors and came to the bathroom. I am only yelling, Simon I need.....but at the same time I am feeling how something warm are spreading from my crotch down to my trousers. Yes, I know what it is. I am peeing myself in front of bathroom, maybe ten meters away from bathroom. I am crying but I cannot stop it. I can well feel how my pee runs to my jeans and down over my legs, knees and to my shoes. Some of my pee is dripping from my trousers to the floor. Simon is coming back. Simon: Lukas, you need to return keys to reception....ohhh, did you pee yourself? I am not able to say something I am taking keys and going to the bathroom. But why? My pee is already in my clothing, I try to pee again in the bathroom but I do not need now. I am returning keys and going slowly back to the place where my classmates are. Teacher are staring at me and classmates with guide too. Simon was not silent. Mrs. Brown: Lukas, what happened, why did not you go before we started here? Do you have any clothes? Me: sorry, I do not have any clothes here Mrs. Brown: where your parents works? Maybe it is near by this place. Me: no, they are working quite long time from here. Mrs. Brown: so, I do not know what we could do now, in all probabilitity you must stay in your peed jeans. Guide: maybe we have lost property, the doors opposite to bathroom. Most likely nobody lost jeans, maybe there are there jacket, cap or gloves. Of course, there was nothing there. When teacher saw wet patch on the floor in front of bathroom doors, she called cleaner but I must clean it. So we are going back. Guide feels sorry, she is young student from university of arts and probably did not witness something similar. Guide: OK, I have car here, so I am going with Lukas to his place and you can look at the pictures withou me. We are back in 30 minuts. Do you have keys from your appartment? Me: yes, I have. Guide and me tok her car and drove to my place. She waited in the car when I was at home to change my jeans and drove me back. Guide: Lukas, you must next time to say that you need badly and not to go in the last moment. OK? Me: OK
  4. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  5. Hello, I am James 15 years old boy on the last year in the middle school. I am very smart and special in mathematics and physics. I am best in our class and I had the honor to represent our school on mathematical olympiad. I have more friends between teachers than between classmates. But I do not need classmates, if they cannot solve an easy goniometric task or easy quadratic equation, so I have nothing to do with them. It seems that they let me alone too, so it is OK. It is Monday first day after a week. And my best lesson- math. We have a older teacher but she is very good. When the lesson starts teachaer asks if we have got homework on our last lesson. All the class say no, but I know that they do not have homework and they believe that teacher does not remeber anything. I should be quiet but I did my homework during the weekend so I want to be praised, I want to write it on blackboard because I am sure most of my classmates cannot solve it. And I raise my hand, tell teacher about homework and write the results on the blackboard. I know that my classmates hate me, they get extra homework, but it is not my problem. Second lesson- history, no problem Between second and third lesson I must go to the bathroom. There are 2 boys from our class between doors Simon and Charles. Charles pushes me out of the doors. Me: what do you doing, I need to go inn Charles: no, you do not use this bathroom Me: ??? Simon: yes, you only tell the teacher about homeworks, this will be your punishment I am going back to class, it is not problem, my bladder is from steel, I can hold it to the next break. How childish can some of classmate be. Yes, I cannot be strict, they are only stupid. Between third and fourth lessons there are guards in the bathrooms doors too. Stupid. But I can use bathrooms for girls- girls go always right after bell, now I can use their bathrooms. But there are Anna and Fiona there. Right between the doors. Ohhh, fuck, all class wants to punish me? I have only said about homework and we had homework, so I was right. In fourth lesson I must admit that I need to go but I have a plan- after bell I will race to the bathroom and will be there the first. But I need more and more. But what happen if I could not hold it to the break? No, I cannot pee myself, it is only girls who do it. Not me. But I must hold one of my hands more and more in my crotch. And little pee dance on my chair is necessary. Simon: why he does not ask about bathroom? Charlie: that is psychology- he is best in class and bests of the best can hold it. Simon: but he is about wet himself right here in the classroom Charlie: he does not admit that he cannot hold it to the break. And when he starts to pee, it is too late. Simon: ohhh, poor boy It seems that it can be good but after one spurt I am back in reality. I need to go now, no way I must ask teacher. Spurt was not so long but little stein is visible on my jeans. I only wait for the best time to raise my hand. A short time after I feel how my need just starts to flow to my jeans. Oh noooo! I feel my need in my crotch and back on my ass. Ohhh, I am going to the bathroom to my jeans. I cannot believe that I am peeing here in the middle of the lessons to my jeans. Under my chair is a puddle, alle of classmates get know what happens here. Anna: mrs teacher, James peed himself as a little boy haha! Simon: uffff, I just do not understand why he does not ask Charlie: I have said it to you. He thought all the time that he could hold it. And then it was too late. I am taken from classroom and can change to my gym clothes. It is very humiliating to pee myself and I thing they will tease me more weeks for it. I should definitely ask, I can calculate equations but I cannot hold stupid pee. Or maybe I just should cooperate with classmates little bit more. Shut up if nobody has homework!
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