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I am a 29 year old female with an athletic build. todays accident began in rhe middle of a work meeting. I worked from home, so I was wearing gray sweats with a more work oriented shirt. Overall, pretty casual. My roommate was home and off today, so I had to work from my bedroom, on the couch I have in there (it isn’t as big as it sounds, I swear haha. I didn’t have room for it when my roommate moved in). A side note that’s relevant, I have a hypertonic pelvic floor. Meaning my muscles are too tight (and yes, you can have a weak pelvic floor with this). Because of this, I struggle to pee and sometimes have to strain. I’ve been having to strain a lot the last week, like more so than normal. Due to this, I feel like my pelvic muscles and/or bladder is sore from all the straining. I’m listening in the meeting, and out of no where my urge to pee is rising. And my bladder is sore, so I feel the need to go a little sooner than usual because of the pain of my bladder + needing to go. Without even fully noticing, I started to hold myself because I couldn’t ignore it. I felt like I was going to break out into a sweat. I felt a little dribble come out of my urethra, very little. Not enough to wet my underwear (this is how my leaks normally are. Once in a while I’ll leak a bit more). I wasn’t fully desperate yet and fidgeting non stop, but I also was at the point where all I could think of is “how soon until I can pee?”i Then I thought that I could just let a little bit out to alleviate the pressure. Remember, I need to strain to pee. So I had to strain without looking like I was, and I managed that. A little bit of pee came out. Enough to wet my underwear. It did relieve some of the pressure. The meeting kept going, so I let out a little bit more. It was still in my underwear and not yet visible on my pants. 20 minutes go by and I decide to let out another spurt. ~this is where I fucked up~ I didn’t even need to strain to pee, it just came out. My stream isn’t super heavy, but came out at my full force (which is still a slower stream than my friends)….. it didn’t stop right away. I was peeing full force for about 4-5 seconds. Which was a enough to do damage. But the urge to pee did die down. my light gray sweat pants were now wet and dark gray. The wetness didn’t travel to all of my butt- it was about a softball size at the bottom. From my crotch to my butt, it was probably a watermelon size. I didn’t have to sit too, too long in my wet clothes. Trying not to act embarrassed that I peed (again) while working from home on a call. The meeting finally ended, and I wasn’t desperate. I didn’t need to rush before exploding, but I couldn’t wait before my next meeting either. When I got to The bathroom, that latch key incontinence hit, and I started peeing my pants again. I quickly untied them and made it to the toilet, with a very mini puddle in front of it. this wasn’t an intentional hold or intended accident. I really just wanted the couple little spurts so I could listen more attentively. I’ve had the rare occasion I peed myself while in the office. Luckily, the one I was wearing a dress, so no visible damage was done that day. And the other I lied and said I got my period and needed to run home and change. well. The others barely dampened my underwear or I could hide easily. I primarily work from home, but I still feel shame and embarrassment when I have little accidents while on calls. Generally, my accidents that become visible don’t happen super, super often. But I’d say 2-4 times a month I have accidents that require me to change (i wonder if that would be a lot to some 😅). So I’m a rarity who both has a bladder of steel and a weak bladder. It truly depends, and sometimes depends the way I’m sitting. I am usually tempted to tell some of my stories here, but I don’t want to be annoying with always posting about my mild incontinence issues. soo, I’m curious, have any of you let a couple spurts out to alleviate pressure? What happened?
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(Extremely brief mentions of poop) Might sound weird, but since returning from a long distance trip in the summer I've noticed a change in my bladder's behaviour. I use the bathroom more frequently, I can no longer hold in my pee as long as I used to (both issues still feel within the realm of normal so I'm not concerned about the change), but most importantly, the latchkey effect hits me hard. Before I had no problems with this. I'd be bursting, walk into a bathroom, and still be at the same level of desperation. Since the trip, while I've never experienced a full latchkey wetting, I definitely almost did yesterday. I was wearing light blue jeans. I was coming home from a morning event. I had more plans in the day so I'd only be home for about 15 minutes. During the walk to my house I felt the need for a #2 so I made a mental note to use the toilet. I bring that up because I had no signals from my bladder. During the morning event I had had a coffee, and about 3 cups of applejuice, so I had a mild suspicion that my bladder was actually very full. But because it wasn't telling me that, peeing was not on my mind at all. At my house now, I go in the front door, and it was like my bladder slapped me in the face lol. Immediately I felt the strain and hunched over. I crossed my legs as I took off my bags, but when I unclenched to take my shoes off I leaked. I couldn't believe how desperate I got so suddenly. I was muttering "Oh my God, Oh my God, Please" over and over. I had managed to kick one shoe off, but like 5 seconds after my first leak I spurted more. I could feel it in my inner thighs. Still wearing one shoe I was practically jogging in place, trying to hold it. My dance helped a little but I was so desperate. I managed to pause for a second to kick my other shoe off. It flung down the hall but I didn't care. I made a dash upstairs to the toilet. I ran into the bathroom, my jacket still on. I stopped in front of the toilet, hopping up and down, trying to undo my belt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my God, please." It was impossible to get it undone without dancing. I pressed my legs together and focused on the belt, but the second I held still I started peeing. My knees were bent so it spread around my bum. I finally unbuckled my belt. Just as my pee began to spread down the back of my thighs I undid the button on my jeans, pulled the zipper, yanked everything down in one go, and plopped my ass down on the toilet seat. I pissed so hard into the water a bit of it slashed back up on me. I realized that I was out of breath as well. All that legwork and strain really took a toll on me. So as I was catching my breath and relieving myself, I thought about how I only had a few minutes before I had to go out again lol. While sitting I just took my jeans and soaked underwear off my ankles, took my jacket off as well, and when I finished using the toilet (I had to poo too) I just flushed and hopped straight into the shower. My upper half was still clothed I just rinsed off my butt, crotch, and legs. I dried myself up, tossed my pissed clothes into my pile of dirty laundry, changed, and raced out of the house again.
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Yea you read the title correctly. Me and my wife went to a bar yesterday and it didn’t end well for her. This particular bar is only a 10 or so minute walk away, so we decided to walk there. It was freezing cold, but we bundled up and walked anyway. I wore a hoodie, jeans, and a simple beanie. My wife also wore jeans and a hoodie, only hers was much thicker and fuzzier. She also had a beanie. When we got there, there was a decent amount of people there. We had already drank a few beers when my wife looked over at the bathroom. She noticed me looking and I nodded my head in that direction, asking her if she needed to pee. She shook her head, insisting that she could hold it until the line got shorter. The night went on and we drank some more. She drank quite a bit and unsurprisingly, I could see her trying to subtly hold her crotch. I smiled and grabbed her by the waist with one arm and took her to the ladies room. The line was actually longer now, and I could see the horror on my wife’s face as she realized this. “Fuck! Are you kidding me?” She looked ahead nervously. I chuckled. “Good luck!” “Shut up!” She playfully said. She was bending over more than she was standing up now. She was rubbing her thighs , and eventually her hands made her way to her crotch, where they rubbed her pussy for 10 straight minutes. She made it, this time around. She desperately needed the toilet not too long after her first pee, but she made it again. The next time, however, she wouldn’t. We drank a bit more and by now she was drunk. It was very late at night now, maybe 1 am (I think). We decided to leave but not after one more, desperately needed pee by her. Only now, despite the ladies line being shorter than the last pee, she needed it worse than ever. I needed to pee quite badly too, but definitely not as bad as her. We had both taken off our hoodies because it was warm enough in the bar, and I saw her adorable love handles as her hips wriggled furiously, line moving painfully slow for her. The mens line was only a couple people long so as went to go relieve myself, she tagged along with me. “I’m coming with you, I’m gonna fucking burst if I don’t pee in the next couple minutes.” We entered the mens room and two urinals beside each other became available simultaneously, almost like it was fate. I finally got to pee after hours and breathed a nice sigh of relief, but as I undid my belt, my wife came running up the the urinal next to me. She could tell I was about to laugh so her face turned bright red, with a smile on her face. She frantically tried to undo her belt while potty dancing at the urinal, but she was so drunk that she kept fumbling with it. She couldn’t get it unbuckled, and in her bladders last seconds, out of frantic desperation (and probably drunken bad decision making), she unzipped her pants and tried to pee standing up. She tried to spread her fly open and align her pee hole through it, leaning back while doing so. But, this plan failed miserable. She quickly realized that she was peeing her pants and frantically tried to get her stream through her fly. She was saying “no no no no fuck fuck fuck fuck cmon cmon” etc, the whole time. If I had to estimate, maybe 5% of her pee actually made it into the urinal. We left a few minutes later and started walking back. I noticed her body was very tensed up. I assumed it was from the cold, but little did I know, that alcohol was already filling her bladder up again. The walk home was more like 15-20 minutes since she was stumbling the whole time. Eventually, she grabbed her crotch and bent over, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her misfortune. “SHUT UP!” She screamed while laughing along with me. “You wanna just pee here?” “No, I want to pee in an ACTUAL TOILET THIS TIME!” She waddled along while I had to stop and laugh at her previous statement. She started picked up her pace and begged me to do so myself. When we finally reached the front door, the latchkey desperation kicked in for her. She bent over and yelled “HURRY HURRY HURRY HURRY!” I had to stop and laugh again while she kept herself bent over, embarrassed smile on her face the whole time. I finally unlocked the door, but it wasn’t in time. I she immediately ran to the toilet and I could see a pee stream running down her pants. She sat down on the toilet with her jeans still on and her body slumped over. Both of us were laughing, and I didn’t think about it at the time, but we were very lucky we didnt wake up the kids, or else that would’ve been a very awkward conversation. We stripped down and changed and went to bed. We woke up super late, which meant our oldest son got to say “well well well, look who’s finally up!” In a dramatic turn of events, because it’s usually the other way around. Naturally we were hungover, more so her than me, so we basically did nothing but relax today. Plenty of water was due for both of us, which lead to her needing to pee very quickly, which meant I teased her again. We’re due for a lot of snow whwre I live so I’ll let you know if there’s any yellow snow, if you catch my drift.
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Have you experienced "latch-key" or "exposed-pee pee" (flow starts while unzipping pants or removing undergarment) accidents? How commonly does this happened? Me: I first experienced an "exposed-pi-pi" accident in high school when I needed to pee badly and the flow started while I was unzipping. Lately I've experienced both much more frequently. I've had up three unintended latchkey pees per week when returning from a coffee shop 1 1/2 blocks away. Each time I departed the coffee shop barely feeling an urge. Sometimes I don't feel much urge when arriving home. Even so, I can not prevent leaking. I've also experienced some "seeing my toilet" leaks.
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Sandy Cheeks was in the Bikini Bottom visiting her friend SpongeBob. They were talking and drinking some tea that he made. After a while Sandy wanted to get back to her house in order to continue her research, so she took SpongeBob with her, because it was Sunday and he had free time. By then she had a slight urge to pee, but after all she was returning to her home, so there was no reason to visit a foreign bathroom. After all she was wearing her diving suit and it was pretty complicated to take it out. In the return home, Bob met Patrick and they had a casual (and nonsence ofc) discussion, something that was irritating for Sandy. - Bob do you wanna come over my home or not?, asked him - Chill Sandy, responded Patrick and let Spongebob, who was laughing. - OK Sandy, he said, "but firstly I wanna buy some stuff from the market. Sandy aggreed, but several minutes had passed and she was now really in need for a toilet break. SpongeBob really took his time in the market and Sandy was really frustrated, as her need was gradually growning and she didn't want to shout at Bob's face in front of everyone in the market, as this was gonna be embarassing. She just whispered him to get his errands done as she wanted to go back to her house, cause she was "bored". As they waited in the cash desk, Sandy had to cross her legs, because she never felt this desperation again in her life. She was wandering why just a cup of tea made her so desperate, but she soon realized that she didn't used the toilet for about 5 hours; so the tea was not the only blemish. As they were walking back in the road, Sandy felt kinda better, rather than standing still, but this didn't last long. She felt a wave of desperation hit her and she leaked as she was walking. She had to accept that SpongeBob should know in order to keep up with her. -Bob, let's walk a bit faster, becuase I really want to use the bathroom. Bob giggled a bit, but Sandy looked at him aggresively and he quickly shut his mouth. As they were arriving at her home, Sandy swearred, as the door hall took for ever to let the water vanished. She was trying already to took her suit off. Getting inside her home though was only the first step. She had to take her suit off, but of course when you are in a rush a lot of things go wrong. It was stuck and being in agony was not helping. SpongeBob tried to help but Sandy right now was in tears. She was trying but a large amount of pee escaped. -Get out, she shouted -No, I wanna help, he responded to his friend. Sandy managed to take of the suit and her swimsuit was already very wet. To make matters worse as she was running to the toilet, and had it on her sight, it was enough for her bladder and started pee uncontrollably. She was very embarrased to have an accident in front of her friend, but SpongeBob tried to alleviate her fears, of being teased. He said not to worry and that he was not going to tell anyone -Of course you're not going to tell anyone, she said. I will not threten you of beating your ass, but I'm gonna tell you that if the whole Bikini Bottom know, I'll leave. And I think that this is enough to persuade you. This was her first accident since her childhood and she still couldn't believe it. She was thinking of it the whole day, even though SpongeBob didn't mentiοn it again.