curious_cat 260 Posted February 8, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted February 8, 2023 (edited) Okay, I'm a bit embarrassed to write this, but I had a genuine accident the other day. I have some medical conditions that *can* lead to a weaker bladder. It's not always an issue for me, but sometimes it is. I have never actually wet myself unintentionally though (while awake) and I have to admit, it was kind of my fault. I love to frequent coffee shops in my spare time, so of course, this story starts at coffee shop with a large soy latte. I had been reading and leisurely sipping for over an hour. I have a petite, but curvy, hourglass shape. I was wearing high waisted mom jeans (the kind of tighter sort) with a floral sweetheart neck shirred puff sleeve blouse. I finished up my book and I had to pee badly, so of course I used the cafe facilities before going on my way. Now is probably the time to mention that coffee irritates my bladder *bad* So, after packing up, paying, and using the bathroom, I headed across the road to the thrift store. My local is an absolute treasure trove and I can get lost in there for hours. As I browsed the racks I realised I was starting to need to go again, but I didn't think much of it because I knew I'd be heading home soon. I found a couple of clothes to try on, and headed for the change rooms, my need growing. I get really thirsty with my medical condition, so I was sipping water between each item of clothing. I headed out and grabbed some more clothes and it was during my second round of clothing try-ons that I realised I really had to go. The kind of, 'better get to the bathroom soon or I'll be in trouble' kind of 'had to go'. But there were no bathroom at the thrift store and I didn't want to head home just yet, so thinking I could hold it (I am a big girl after all) I kept trying on stuff (and drinking water!) and holding myself between clothing items. I ended up choosing this beautiful sheer floral embroidered blouse with a slight mark on it (which will come into play later). I paid for my purchase and walked the 10 or so minutes to my car, quite needing to go, but still believing it wouldn't be an issue. Got home, parked the car, and for some damn reason I decided to keep listening to music while scrolling social media and replying to some friends. You know when the music is just too good and you can't be bothered getting out of the car? That. Got out of the car and my bladder felt *heavy*. Going from sitting to standing with a bursting bladder is never a great idea anyway, but I had stuff to carry, so I couldn't use my hands to hold it. Our laundry is downstairs, and the carport is downstairs, so in my mind, getting my pretty new top with the slight stain soaking in the laundry tub was my priority (I don't know why I prioritised the convenience of not having to come downstairs again over my very real desperation, but I am not known for my good decisions). So, I did what any *smart* girl would do and filled the laundry tub with warm water and plunged my new top (and my hands) into it. Bad idea. The urge worsened to like an immediate need for relief. NOW. My bladder hurt, my hands tingled, my crotch felt warm, but I wasn't wet yet. My heart was racing and I knew I'd made a mistake. Time to go upstairs. I grabbed my bags, left my top soaking in the warm water and with a little pee dance, left the laundry. Now, I think at this point I really wasn't thinking clearly. Rational thought had left me and all I could think about was making it upstairs with dignity ... and how I needed to check the mail. Dear reader, I do not know what came over me, but I went and checked the mail ... while my need to pee had never been worse in my adult life. Got the mail, and I am not kidding when I say I was absolutely aching at this point. Probably whimpering, and in my head, was just the constant pleading with myself to not have accident. Finally got upstairs. Opened the door, put my keys away, one hand between my legs, when I felt a spurt. Oh no, it was happening. I dropped everything else I was holding and made a dash for the bathroom. I literally could not walk properly at this point and having leaked, I could feel the warmth between my legs which really wasn't helping. I was halfway down the hallway when I wet a little bit more, making a sizeable wet patch at the crotch of my jeans. I knew then that I couldn't hold it and that I was going to have an accident. I don't know whether anyone else has experienced it—that subconscious knowing that it's far too late to make it and although you're still holding (or trying to), you will be wetting regardless. I felt so small and so helpless. I didn't know what to do and I just wanted relief more than anything, but at the same time, I couldn't quite believe that I was going to pee in my jeans *right here*. I was whimpering now. A lot. And it happened. Just a small trickle interspersed with little spurts escaping through my hands. I was kind of frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do or where to go. And as I stood there half trying to hold and half enjoying the relief, it just kept coming. It stayed contained in my jeans at the beginning, just slowly spreading outwards and downwards and under my butt. It was so very warm. My mind was just blank and I couldn't think about anything other than the fact I was peeing my pants in the hallway and the relief and warmth and how good it felt, even though it was happening without my consent. I think I moved my hand (I don't remember doing it but I must've) as I felt my accident start to pool around my feet, soaking my cute white frill socks, some rolling off my knees and falling in a soft pattering to the ground below. I remember thinking how pleased I was that I kicked my shoes off at the door before the inevitable happened. I am not lying when I say I had never felt relief quite like this and I had never felt so helpless. But there's a comfort in knowing your body is taking over for you and you have no choice and eventually I just kind of accepted it and let it happen. It kept coming, quite slowly (you know when you've been holding so long and you pee slowly, like that), puddle growing around my feet and the relief just kept mounting until I realised I was done. I wiped my teary eyes (I honestly don't know why there were teary for sure —humiliation? desperation?) and made my way to the bathroom to see if there was anything left in me (there wasn't) and then peeled off my clothes and headed back down to the laundry to clean things up. Let me tell you, I haven't ignored a bladder urge since! Edited February 8, 2023 by curious_cat (see edit history) Watta Sim, Renatatswet, derektor_2000 and 23 others 19 7 Quote Link to comment
derektor_2000 221 Posted February 8, 2023 Share Posted February 8, 2023 Nice tale! I hope you don't learn from this experience, and it happens again. And you write about it. What was the fate of your new Blouse?? Quote Link to comment
curious_cat 260 Posted February 9, 2023 Author Share Posted February 9, 2023 On 2/8/2023 at 2:45 PM, derektor_2000 said: Nice tale! I hope you don't learn from this experience, and it happens again. And you write about it. What was the fate of your new Blouse?? Well, knowing me and my lack of ability to make good decisions, it probably will!! My top survived unscathed and cleaned up really well! It was worth the sacrifice 🤭 derektor_2000 and DerekOmoso 2 Quote Link to comment
DerekOmoso 371 Posted February 10, 2023 Share Posted February 10, 2023 That was adorable! I loved reading it! Part of me hopes you have an accident again, but the bigger part of me hopes you get the needs out of the way before anything else hehe! curious_cat 1 Quote Link to comment
espikiki 52 Posted February 10, 2023 Share Posted February 10, 2023 This screams ADHD lmao (from a person with ADHD) also can I ask what the condition you have is? I also have a condition that makes me very thirsty and drink a lot of water so now I’m curious. DerekOmoso 1 Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted February 11, 2023 Share Posted February 11, 2023 I love long richly detailed pee stories like this. I throughly enjoyed reading how it felt as your need to pee became desperate. Then despite your urgent need to pee you kept finding things to do, forcing yourself to continue to hold your pee just a little bit longer . Of course eventually you could hold it no longer, and you wet your pants. I love that and have done it many times. Just one more thing; you can hold it,until you can't. Thank you for sharing the fun. Quote Link to comment
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