CuteNWet 279 Posted May 9, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted May 9, 2023 Ever since I peed my pants at the park I've always wanted to do it again in public, with my boyfriend this time. There was just something about doing it in public. A combination of exciting, naughty, and embarrassing, and the feeling of not being in control. After a lot of indecision (on my part), and convincing (on his part), we decided to do it at a mall in a different city a couple hours away from where I live, to reduce the chance of meeting anyone I knew. We packed a few different outfits, 'cause I wasn't really sure how this was going to go. We knew that particular mall had a family washroom with an good sized change table which would make clean up easier 🙂 The plan was...well, there wasn't really a plan, I just wanted to have a public wetting, and he was up for anything 🙂 I wore light colored jeans and a pink t-shirt. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but I did decide to wear my training pants 'cause they're so cute and they would absorb more. And I just love how they feel, so soft and padded. I didn't drink too much on the drive there, 'cause I didn't want to peak to early. Still, after a two hour drive I had to pee, not terribly, but enough that I would normally find a washroom. I knew where they were, but my boyfriend led me to the opposite side of the mall, farthest away from the washrooms, and we spent some time shopping. He made sure I stayed well hydrated, giving me water bottles regularly, and pretty soon I was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Can we find a bathroom soon? I hafta go potty" I asked him. "Just wait a bit baby, it's way on the other side of the mall and I want to check out a few of the stores over here", he said, leading me even further away from the washrooms. I was starting to have second thoughts about this, and was feeling pretty nervous, but I followed him into a store. He gave me another water bottle to drink, but I was starting to feel pretty bloated. I was squirming around and fidgeting as he looked at something in the store, and I pretended to be interested in something. I had no idea what I was looking at at this point, or even what store I was in anymore--I was having a hard time focusing on anything but the pressure in my bladder. He was enjoying watching me fidget, shifting from one foot to another, and kept making comments about it. Pretty soon the pressure in my bladder was an all-encompassing signal that it needed some relief, and soon! I pleaded with him to let me find a washroom, but he was taking his time. I started whining like a toddler "Please let me go I can't hold it anymore!". There were tears in my eyes, and finally he looked over at me and I think he could tell I really wasn't going last much longer. "You look like you need a bathroom baby", he said calmly. "I think I'm gonna have an accident in my pants!" I whispered, almost crying. "OK", he said, "but the nearest washrooms are at the other side of the mall, so you're going to have to hold it for a bit longer". I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the store and started hurrying toward the washrooms. I was squeezing my legs together and trying to walk, half running toward the promised relief. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, stopping here and there to "just check out this one thing over here". We were only about halfway to the washrooms, when I felt a big spasm in my bladder. "Oh no", I cried, "I think it's too late!". Involuntarily I let out a long squirt of hot pee into my panties. I could feel my thick training pants get wet, but they can hold quite a bit before they start leaking as long as you go slow. But by this time I could hardly move without letting go completely. I stood there frozen. "What's the matter baby, the washroom is this way", he said, taking my hand. Just off to the side was a little dead end hallway. If I could make it into there, at least not too many people would see me! I half walked, half waddled over, pee squirting into my training pants with each step. I leaned against the wall, tears streaming down my face, and a wet patch forming on the crotch of my jeans. My panties felt nice and warm. "I just can't hold it anymore!", I cried. He actually looked concerned, so I gave him a quick smile to let him know it was ok. This is exactly what I had wanted, after all, and I couldn't back out now, even if it was super humiliating. He gave me a quick hug and a kiss, and suddenly I knew it was all over. My whole body was shaking, and I could feel it coming. He let go of me as my whole body convulsed, then just stood watching in amazement as hot pee started literally pouring out of me, quickly overflowing my training pants and soaking my jeans. The wet patch became larger and larger until there was hardly a dry spot anywhere below my waist. Rivers of pee streamed down my legs, wetting my socks and shoes, and splashing on the floor, forming a puddle, which kept growing. There was no hiding what I had done--I had totally peed my pants in the middle of the mall, with people all around. I peed for a full minute before it started to slow to a trickle, then finally stopped. I stood there in shock, not really sure what to do next. He put his arm around my shoulders, then took my hand and gently said "Let's go get you cleaned up baby". I can hardly describe the walk to the washrooms. I was crying, in shock, intoxicated, embarrassed about what I had just done. But also excited, and feeling babyish, starting to regress. My heart was pounding. He alternated between putting his arm around me and holding my hand, but he didn't want to get too wet himself. I felt just like all those years ago, shopping with my mom, when basically the same thing had happened. The mall was busy enough that there was no way to keep it secret. A few people stopped and stared, one little girl pointed at me and said "Look mommy that girl peed her pants", while my face turned beet red. A few of the women looked sympathetic, and a few of the guys stared for longer than I would normally feel comfortable with. It felt like there were thousands of people all looking at me, and the walk to the washroom felt like it took hours. With each step, my shoes squished, and I could hear the fabric of my wet jeans swishing with every step I took. It started to get cold and I wasn't very comfortable, and I smelled like pee. Finally we were in the hallway to the washrooms, and quickly got in the family washroom. He locked the door and just stared at me, looking me up and down, obviously very excited. He got a changing pad out of the backpack, laid it on the change table, picked me up and laid me down on it. My head was spinning, and I just let him take care of me. He pulled off my soaking wet pants and training pants and cleaned me up, which took a while. "Looks like baby girl needs to go back in diapers", he said, as he pulled a thick pink diaper out of the backpack. I couldn't really argue with him about that, so I let him slide the diaper under my bum, powder me, and tape me up nice and snug. He picked out a cute little sun dress for my afternoon outfit. I would have to be careful bending down or people would be able to see the diaper. I felt so loved and taken care of. He took me in his arms and held me for a few minutes. Then bagged up my wet clothes, wiped down the wet spots, and we went back out into the mall. I spent the rest of the afternoon wetting my diaper whenever I felt an urge. After holding it for that long and drinking that much water I just kept going and going, and I really didn't have much control. We went for lunch, and I got to pee my diaper in our favorite restaurant. (I made sure to sit so he could watch) We didn't go to too many "big girl" stores that afternoon, as I was more interested in things suited to my age 🙂 We would be in a store looking at something and I would take his hand, put it under my dress, and let him feel my diaper as I warmed it up. After a couple of hours of that, it was totally saturated and I was waddling a bit, but we waited until the diaper started leaking before he changed me again. Little drips of pee were running down my legs occasionally, but no one knew about it it except us. Finally, he led me back to the washroom to change me. I was trying to walk normally, but I was so soggy it was hard to do, and if I kept my legs too close together it would squeeze pee out of the over full diaper. We made it into the washrooms, leaving a trail of little drips on the floor, but his time we both needed some relief of a different kind. He tore my diaper open and we made love right there on the change table, with the soggy diaper still underneath me. Then he cleaned me up and changed me again into a dry diaper and a cute romper. I slept like a baby on the way home. Too much excitement for one day I guess 🙂 He had to carry me from the car up to my bedroom.. Then he changed me again, got me into my cute little footed pjs, gave me a bottle with apple juice, tucked me into bed, and kissed me goodnight. I felt so little and loved and taken care of 🙂 He promised to wash my wet clothes. "Have fun with those", I said sleepily 😉 I'll have to ask him about that tomorrow.... 🙂 jboarder64L, animefreak256, StrawberryPie and 11 others 10 4 Quote Link to comment
wettermouse 79 Posted May 9, 2023 Share Posted May 9, 2023 I just had a similar experience at the mall. I took pics, so maybe I should post them… act375, CuteNWet and Codedog92 1 1 1 Quote Link to comment
scinosensation 543 Posted May 9, 2023 Share Posted May 9, 2023 (edited) Ms. @CuteNWet, that is one very adorable story. I love it. I can also see it as a true story. Edited May 9, 2023 by scinosensation (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
nappypants 1,403 Posted May 9, 2023 Share Posted May 9, 2023 Great story (not sure if it’s experience or fiction but like it either way!) Quote Link to comment
CuteNWet 279 Posted May 9, 2023 Author Share Posted May 9, 2023 Giggle, I’d love it if it was true, but I think I’d be too scared to go through with it. The closest I’ve gotten was peeing in a diaper in public, and that was terrifying! the thing about writing fiction is that you don’t have to worry about any of the consequences. Like I probably wouldn’t actually pee a big puddle on the floor of a mall without feeling bad for the janitor that had to clean it up. And making love on a public change table is probably not as fun as it sounds in a story, lol. xixi 1 Quote Link to comment
DaddyRich 1,591 Posted May 12, 2023 Share Posted May 12, 2023 On 5/9/2023 at 4:37 PM, CuteNWet said: Giggle, I’d love it if it was true, but I think I’d be too scared to go through with it. The closest I’ve gotten was peeing in a diaper in public, and that was terrifying! the thing about writing fiction is that you don’t have to worry about any of the consequences. Like I probably wouldn’t actually pee a big puddle on the floor of a mall without feeling bad for the janitor that had to clean it up. And making love on a public change table is probably not as fun as it sounds in a story, lol. That was a hot story! Quote Link to comment
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