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I think pretty much everyone on here has either been themselves absolutely desperate to pee on public transit or witnessed someone in this state, or has at least heard of someone. However, in many cases there is a way out of this situation, either by getting off some stops earlier and then waiting for the next bus or train, or by using the toilets in the vehicle itself. My story is a little bit different. For me, there was no way out, and even if the train had had a toilet (spoiler alert: it didn't), I couldn't have used it anyways because I was the train driver. Since this is going to be a very long and detailed recounting of events and I also have to explain a lot about the circumstances at first, I decided to mark the crucial parts with a yellow font colour. Everything written in white isn't technically required, but if you're interested, you're welcome to read it of course. 🙂 Part I: Explaining the circumstances :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (Pee stuff starts in Part II) I used to work for the Munich suburban train network when this happened. This network is awesome and terrible for the exact same reason - let me explain. It consists of seven lines connecting the greater metropolitan area with the city. All seven lines traverse Munich's inner city on the same east-west link which means that you can reach the Central Station, the central Marienplatz and every single underground line from any stop on the suburban train network without having to change a single time. That's awesome! However, it also means that the central train route is a huge, very busy bottleneck. During peak hours, there is one train scheduled every 120 seconds - per direction. This makes it Germany's busiest train route, and it also means that every single little delay starts a huge domino effect on the following trains. Be it just one commuter running towards the train and getting stuck in between the closing doors, forcing the train driver to re-open and re-close them, it causes every single following train having to stand and wait in what is essentially a huge bumper-to-bumper traffic jam on train tracks. That's terrible! Part II: An unfortunate series of events :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (Pee stuff starts here) (Inside the spoiler, there is a map of the network; it might be easier to follow the story if you know where it takes place) On this particular day, I was on early shift. We're talking getting up at 2:30 AM and starting to work at 4 AM. Those were actually my favourite kinds of shifts to be on because it meant empty roads on my way to work, being able to watch the sun rise over the city, seeing Munich slowly waking up, not having to deal with too many disgruntled customers (because those were still only half awake and preferred to have their peace) and ending the workday in the early afternoon when there still is daylight even during winter. Also my consumption of excessive amounts of coffee didn't raise any eyebrows. ☕😄 So, now that the scene is set, here's what happened. 5:30 AM: After having had one large cup of coffee already during my first part of the shift, I waited at Munich East station for the next east bound S8 train towards Munich Airport (the yellow line on the network map, how fitting) to take it over from another driver. Once the train came to a halt at platform 5, I opened the door to the driver's cabin, the other driver and I exchanged keys, he told me about several minor technical issues the train had, he hopped out onto the platform, I entered my driver identification number into the computer, took place on the seat, placed my second cup of coffee in the cup holder and ordered the doors to close, all this had to happen in a maximum of 30 seconds. Thus began my main part of the shift. 6:00 AM: Half an hour later, I arrived at Munich Airport on time. By now, my second cup of coffee was empty and I could feel my mood rising to a new high point: so far, everything went accordingly to plan, the weather was nice and warm, there were no issues on the network whatsoever and the sunrise had been stunningly beautiful. As soon as I arrived at the station and stopped the train, another driver entered the driver's cabin on the other side of the train. I told him via the microphone that so far, nothing had been wrong, I had been able to fix the minor techincal problems during the drive, he confirmed this, then I packed my stuff and left the train. Only three minutes later, the train left the station and I had 20 minutes to go and buy some breakfast alongside a third cup of coffee. 6:15 AM: Back at the platform with a bag full of still warm and crispy Brezeln 🥨 as well as a large hot cup of coffee, I waited for the arrival of my next train. My bladder still felt empty, I was used to working long shifts without the ability to relieve myself. Sometimes I even skipped peeing on purpose to see just how long I would be able to hold it without getting in trouble. So, when the train arrived only a minute behind it's schedule, the only thing I thought about was doing my job. I entered the cockpit and did all the necessary steps to prepare the train for its return journey like I had already done hundreds of times. Testing the brakes, entering all required data into the computer, talking with the other driver via microphone about potential problems with the vehicle, loading the timetable data and registering with my train's trip number, all this took about two and a half minutes. I accelerated and left the station. I would be driving this train for quite some time along the entirety of the line S8 to its other terminus in Herrsching, that's why I had made sure to buy an especially large cup of coffee. I made myself comfortable on my driver's seat and focussed on everything I needed to. Driving a train might look easy on the outside, but to actually pay attention to several things at once is quite the task in fact. Observing the track ahead, checking the speed of the train, calculating the required braking distance on the fly while trying to stay on time but also to save as much energy as possible, and then still be always on hold to react to anything that might go wrong during the trip and immediately knowing what to do and what restrictions apply from then on is actually really hard. Staying focussed drains my energy rather quickly, that's another reason why I prefer to drink caffeinated beverages during my shifts. Every time I left a stop, I took a sip. 6:50 AM: I arrived at Munich East on time just like usual. Ahead of me was the dreaded inner city tunnel, the central train link and bottleneck of the whole system. When I was finally given the green signal to leave, I was already running two minutes late - waiting for the track ahead to clear of other trains, of course. It was the beginning of rush hour, my train was the full 210 metres long (that's about 690 ft) and filled to the brim with around 1000 commuters all waiting to get into the city. I had to come to a complete stop in between stations several times because the track ahead was still blocked, nothing out of the ordinary though. I have always been fascinated by the sheer amount of people in big cities like Munich, especially since I grew up in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, and to this day I am stunned whenever I see the crowded platforms and even more crowded trains arriving every few seconds. 7:15 AM: At station Pasing, the western end point of the central trunk line, I was running late by about five minutes. My cup of coffee was empty and I had pulled a bottle of cola out of my bag. I wanted to challenge myself, so I tried to eliminate my delay on my way to Herrsching by driving a bit more recklessly - that means, accelerating and decelerating as fast as the vehicle allows without much regard for the machine parts. With every stop I was able to catch up with my time table by about 30 seconds. This was awesome, by the second-to-last stop I was on time again. I allowed myself to calm down a bit and relax again, and that's when I noticed it. My bladder had filled up by a considerable amount. 7:55 AM: I stopped the train at the terminus in Herrsching and did all the necessary steps to finish up the train journey. When I exited the driver's cabin, I noticed just how full my bladder had actually become over the last hour and a half, it was already beyond a simple "Oh damn, guess I should go and look for a place to pee soon". If I had to estimate, I was at about 6/10 by this point. However, I was out of luck: I was scheduled to leave for Munich once again in seven minutes, there was simply no time to relieve myself now. Whoops. I made my way onto the other side of the train, entered the cockpit and prepared the vehicle for the next journey once more. The signal showed two red lights, I couldn't drive just yet. I sat there and stared at the signal, eagerly awaiting the moment it turned green. It's so funny how utterly elastic time seems to be; it was only a minute until I could start the return trip but it felt more like five minutes. 8:10 AM: At least the surroundings were beautiful. The tracks went through little groves, then through some fields and lush meadows, then little groves again, then past some lakefront properties with the water glistening in the background GOD DAMMIT I was trying to distract myself from my filling bladder, this was NOT helping. I shifted in my seat, maybe I had underestimated just how much fluids I had been taking in. Chewing on my lower lip, I tired to forget about my need to pee once more and instead focus even harder on the track and the job ahead. People were relying on me after all, they needed to go places and I was there to deliver this service! Reminding myself of this fact let my determination outgrow my desperation, and I went on. 8:40 AM: Over the last 30 minutes, my confidence had gotten a big boost. I was still on time, now at Pasing once again, and as soon as I'd reach Munich East, I'd have all the opportunity in the world to take a much needed leak because I was going to have almost a full hour of free time. I left the station, but after a few hundred metres, I recieved a red signal again and had to come to a stop again. When I then heard a familiar ring tone and saw that the dispatcher called me, my hope and optimism crumbled in an instant. A train in front of me, right in the middle of the trunk line, was having an issue with a passenger and needed the paramedics. This also meant that for the forseeable future, not a single east bound train would be able to advance. We were stuck. This was bad. This was really really bad. I felt a pang inside my bladder and squeezed my thighs. It had become increasingly difficult to ignore the pressing need in my lower abdomen, all that coffee and about half of the bottle of cola had made their way into my bladder and wanted to exit my body. I took a moment to get myself back under control, grabbed the microphone and announced to my passengers why we had stopped and what was happening, at first in German and then in English, I took my job seriously after all. As soon as the microphone was turned off again and I could hear a collective groan from the passengers inside the train, I grabbed my crotch and tried to be optimistic. If the paramedics were quick, maybe the traffic jam would lighten up and I'd be able to proceed in about half an hour. Leaving the train wasn't an option. For one, there was nowhere to pee without being seen because I was surrounded by lots of other tracks, all of which were really busy as well, and apart from that, just climbing out of the train would have been illegal. Because of all the ongoing train traffic I would have first had to request the complete blockade of every neighbouring track in order to be allowed to step out, and for that I would have had to call the dispatcher and give him a reason for doing that. Not in a million years would I have risked my job or caused even more headache for even more people because I needed to pee. The suburban train vehicles also didn't have toilets in them, so just going inside the train was impossible as well. Then again, even if there had been one, what if it would have been occupied? Plus the hundreds of eyes watching the f*cking train driver step out of his cabin and use the toilet, how humiliating! And what if the route ahead had cleared and I would have been able to advance while using the toilet? I would have caused even more delay for absolutely no important reason. Holding it was the only option. My mind was racing, torn between feeling nervous and wondering whether I'd be able to make it in time, laughing at the utter irony of me landing in such a situation as well as the arousal of a rapidly filling bladder without being able to empty it. Was I the only one in this whole train who needed to pee as bad as this? I was at 7.5/10 and inching closer to an 8/10, but surely I couldn't have been the sole person among several hundreds to be full of unreleased urine? At least I was getting an erection. This helped with holding it - for now... 9:15 AM: The last thirty minutes had been agonizing. I was really bursting by now, shifting around in my seat constantly and using one hand to grab my crotch whenever I didn't need both hands on the instruments. Finally, f*cking finally, the dispatcher called again and said that the paramedics had arrived and taken the sick passenger with them, I'd soon be able to go ahead again. I had begun to sweat a lot while also rocking back and forth in my seat. The pressure in my bladder was getting bigger by the second, the whole organ was rock hard and aching by now. Not helping was the fact that I was wearing my uniform, a light blue shirt tucked into my dark blue pants, secured by a black leather belt. I wanted so badly to open it and making it thus easier to hold, but something kept me from doing it. Not only did I consider myself being in public - even though I was on my own in the cabin and no one could technically see me - and opening the belt was indecent in public, I figured as well that I would get used to the belt being open, which would make holding in my pee so much harder once I had to fasten it again. Also my pants were too loose for my slim body and they would slowly slide down without the belt. I was given a green signal, I could finally get closer to Munich East, closer to my break, closer to the toilet. Accelerating a train never had felt this sweet before, trust me! There was light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak, it would only be a matter of time now. The excitement sent shivers down my spine and right into my bladder. It spasmed and I was just barely able to prevent a small leak from escaping. Oh god, having to focus on the tracks ahead AND my pressing need to pee was excruciating. I was sweating, shivering, squirming and slowly losing my mind, unable to decide whether I hated or loved this situation I was in. There was a serious risk of me having the first real accident in over twenty years, at work no less, this was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Every station I was able to stop at felt like a milestone. I still had to stop numerous times between stations, right behind the train in front of me, so it took several minutes each time to count one station down on the long way to the toilet. Laim... Hirschgarten... Donnersbergerbrücke... Hackerbrücke... I leaked. Central Station... I leaked again. Karlsplatz... Marienplatz... A longer spurt this time. Isartor... Rosenheimer Platz... Who on earth decided to make the colour scheme of the Rosenheimer Platz station yellow of all colours? Thankfully my dark blue pants didn't show any wet spots so far. My erection was long gone by this time, I was in severe pain and shaking from the pressure. All I wanted was the damn signal to turn green so I could make my way on to the final few hundred metres... please, just let me go!!! I gasped as another leak left my dick, this time for a full second before I was able to cut it off again. No position was comfortable at this point, no matter how I sat, there was nothing but pressure, pain and pee. Finally, green. Thank the heavens! I had clearance all the way to Munich East which meant I was able to accelerate to the full 80 kph (~ 50 mph), not that it really mattered. 10:05 AM: With a delay of 65 minutes, I arrived at Munich East. The colleague waiting for me at the platform to take the train over looked a bit concerned at me when he entered the driver's cabin. We exchanged keys, I told him there was one faulty door on the train but nothing else, then made a beeline for the toilets. Every step was pure pain. All the urine that sloshed around inside of me, I never felt so damn heavy like I did this moment. Down a flight of stairs, through the crowd and into the office building where the employees had their toilets. I unzipped in front of a urinal and moaned incontrollably as I finally let loose and peed full force. For almost a minute and a half, the only noise in the bathroom was my pee hitting the porcelain, accompanied by some minor pants and moans I couldn't help but utter. Rarely had the mere act of peeing felt so orgasmic! Complete bliss, complete bliss. The stream finally died down to a trickle, then stopped completely. I was still in awe and didn't realize it at first that I had stopped relieving myself, it took me a moment to catch up with reality. I put my dick back into my damp undies and zipped back up. This was the closest I had ever been to a genuine accident, and while I'm still drinking lots of coffee, I changed jobs where I can now take a bathroom break whenever I need one. Thinking back to this experience every once in a while is very fun, however, and it will always remain one of my many fond memories of my time as a train driver. I hope you enjoyed the story 🙂 Let me know what you think, this is the first time I'm writing down something like this. Hopefully I didn't bore you with too many details? See you soon!
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I've recently started work on my first job. In order to get to my office (or back to my home), I have to travel about 2 hours by public transport. I usually use the bathroom before leaving the office, to avoid unwanted desperation on the way. However, today I didn't (on purpose). I had two cups of coffee and two cups of tea at lunch, together with half a litre of water. I took my last bathroom break at 14:30, and left the office at 16:45 (having started early today). When leaving the office, I filled up my bottle of water again, already feeling a slight need to pee. A short walk and a bus ride later (bumpy, but nothing too bad) I quickly hurried to my train. My train left the station at 17:15, and by that time I was finishing up the first half of my water bottle. Halfway the ride I still felt fine, with only a slight need to use the restroom, so I drank the rest of my water bottle. I had to change trains about 30 minutes later, and by this time I was starting to feel desperate to go to the bathroom - normally I would have disrupted my commute, searched for a bathroom and resumed my journey after peeing - but not today of course. Instead, I bought a bottle of Ice Tea Green, and drank it on my next train (a ride of 30 minutes). In case you want to picture this in your head, it might be nice to know what I'm wearing at this point in the story. I'm wearing a light pink blouse, with a dark grey woollen skirt and nude pantyhose. Underneath that, I'm wearing a black body, bra and panties (very boring, all the same colour). I'm wearing white suede shoes which (and I want to stress this) I do not want to get wet or dirty because they are a nightmare to clean! I'm accompanied by my grey and black backpack, which houses empty lunchboxes, and my office supplies and laptop/charger. Once I got off the second train (it was almost 19:00 by this time), I started cycling home. I took a quick detour past the grocery store, to buy some things I had forgotten yesterday. When I entered the grocery store, I noticed my desperation getting really worse, as if the water and Iced Tea I had consumed on the way were storming my bladder all of a sudden. I pressed my legs together while looking at the display, but I stayed strong. I jumped back on my bike, and made it home. During the bike ride I was feeling the "waves" of desperation hit my bladder, but the position and angle on my bike made it easier to hold it in. When I stood still, waiting for other traffic, was when it really became difficult. At about 19:10 I made it home. I had a sudden wave of desperation hit me as I was stepping into the house (the famous 'key in the lock'-effect? or whatever it is cold), and I had to press my legs together to hold it. I quickly took off my shoes, and put my dinner in the microwave. I eyed the toilet, but decided to hold on longer (because: why not?). While my dinner was warming up, I put away my groceries, dancing between the different kitchen cupboards in desperation. I ate my food while standing in the kitchen, sometimes physically holding myself to help with the desperation. While eating dinner, I drank another bottle of water, but slowly since the desperation seemed to increase with every sip of (fridge) cold water I was drinking - I blame some kind of mental effect. It's about 20 minutes since finishing my dinner, and I still haven't used the restroom yet. Instead, I'm sitting behind my desk in my home office, wiggling in my office chair in an attempt to make it easier to be desperate and type at the same time, with yet another full bottle of water next to me. I made it home, but let's see how the night is going to end...
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A story of fiction. Ruth and her daughter Annie were travelling to town on the public bus. The bus journey would usually take about 20 minutes but this day a major traffic delay made it twice as long. Ruth and Annie liked travelling at the back of the bus,and they made their way through the busy bus to the back seat. Ruth (the mother) was wearing a blue top and a floral dress ,under which she wore some red panties. Ruth had drunk almost double the amount of coffee as she usually would as she would be out all day. After a few minutes on the bus Ruth was squirming and she knew she should have not had that second cup. Her daughter sat next to her and was chatting to her mum. The traffic problems in town made Ruth's bladder groan under the strain. Suddenly the bus went over a pot hole and a squirt of piss was released into Ruth's panties. Trying to hide her prdicament of her overfilled bladder Ruth carried on talking to her daughter as normal. The traffic was now at a standstill and the bus had not moved for a few minutes. The pressure was a little too much for Ruth and she had to release some more piss into her panties to ease the pressure. Ruth fell silent as her daughter Annie recieved a phone call on her cellphone. The bus had not moved since the last release of piss. Ruth certainly tried really hard not to wet herself,especailly in front of her daughter. The intense pain made Ruth sweat a little,but this was un-noticable. Then just as Ruth could not take it any longer,the bus jolted and moved. That was it she just flooded her panties as the bus pulled away. At first a trickle and then a flood. The pressure was released and soon started to spread around her and around the seat and onto the floor. Her daughter still chatting on her cellphone was unaware of her mum pissing right next to her. The piss puddle under her was spreading into where her daughter was sitting. Ruth started to shift a little in her seat as she did no want to draw attention to her daughter-but it was too late. The bus turned a corner and her piss puddle was heading towards Annie where she was sitting. Ruth had noticed the puddle was just lapping around her daughters skirt making it a little wet on her side. Annie still on her phone did not even notice the wetness and indeed where it had spilt on the floor and now heading as a stream of piss down the bus. Ruth now was soaked completely, her panties soaked and her floral dress, although drenched in her piss was not noticable with the wetness. Her eyes still transfixed on her daughter made a naughty thought in her. She had pissed herself in front of her daughter and now unaware that her daughter was sat in her mothers piss puddle. How could she not notice thought Ruth as her naughty thought continued. The bus journey was coming to an end and by now the puddle had all drained away over the floor of the bus. Both Annie and Ruth left the seat and Annie was unaware the side of her skirt was wet with her mum's piss.