A story I thought I should tell.....

[Riley 13,064]

So usually my small bladder can be seen as almost a good thing in the light of a lot of pee experiences but well, I have a story that I thought I should share. I wasn't going to at first but then after typing a little, going back about it, and repeating that process for a while, I decided to really dive in and write. 

I looked in the mirror over my body assessing my outfit in the mid-afternoon light. I was wearing light skinny jeans with a flowy shirt that showed a little bit of the hem of the top of my jeans. Satisfied with the outfit I walked and grabbed a glass of water and sipped from it feeling the cold sensation of water falling down my throat. I then got into my car and drove towards the mall to meet a few friends and just hang out. 

Once I arrived at the mall I texted both of my friends and they both said they were still on their way. I looked around trying to decide what to do when a weird wave of sleepiness came over me. A coffee shop met my gaze and I got in line. I'm not sure what was going on that day but the mall was very busy with what seemed like everyone in the city. Usually the mall is fairly quiet but today for some reason there was quite a lot of business. After waiting in line for a few minutes I ordered a large coffee and waited for them to complete my order. As I was picking up my coffee I felt someone walk up next to me and sure enough, it was my two friends. Let's call them Katelyn and Emily for this story.

We set off towards a clothing store and I sipped through my coffee very quickly not really thinking much of it. I was sifting through a few summery dresses and some shirts thinking about what I may look good in when I realized I had finished my coffee. I kind of stared at the large cup in front of me in disbelief realizing that I basically was constantly drinking this over the past 5-10 minutes and drank like the entire thing. Again I didn't really think much of it and continued shopping. I tried on a few things but didn't end up getting anything. Both of my friends got really cute dresses though and I was a little jealous of how good they looked in them xD

A little later we were walking through another store and I felt the urge to pee. I told myself id just go when I saw a bathroom and joined the queue for the changing rooms with a pair of jeans in my hands. AS the line moved I felt myself needing to go but I didn't want to lose my place in line so I stayed, waiting. When I finally got in I definitely felt the need to go and was fidgeting while trying on the jeans. They fit and so I joined the line at the register waiting. After 5 minutes I was still in line and definitely had to pee. I could feel the building pressure pushing out from the inside of my slit trying to let pee out. I just kept telling myself id run to the bathroom afterward and everything would be fine. When it was finally my turn to check out I was starting to have a hard time standing still. I ran over to the nearest bathroom and saw what I dreaded, a line. The line was long but I knew this bathroom had like over 20 stalls so it shouldn't take too long. My mind was actually correct, it didn't take very long but I underestimated the filling capacity of my bladder.

My bladder started to rapidly fill. I could practically feel the flow of pee into it from the coffee. I had left my friends at the line because of how long it was and so I just was checking social media trying to keep myself occupied with my need getting worse and worse and worse. Finally, I felt a leak escape and realized just how dire my situation was. I knew I was practically next in line and just had to hold a little longer. Another leak. I could feel my wet panties starting to stick to my slit as I tried to hold it in. The people around me knew how badly I had to go and let me go near the front of the line where I would be next but my condition was not getting better. I felt another spurt escape and had to bend over and put my hand down there for a second to stop it and still there was a small wet spot in the crotch of my jeans. 

My face was super red and I was super embarrassed from everything going on. I was sitting there about to pee myself wishing I hadn't gotten that coffee. I kept telling myself I would rather be tired right now than about to pee myself. I felt another leak escape and the wet spot grew a bit bigger. Finally, I was next in line and a stall door swung open. I went to get inside but felt my bladder contort and a long leak escaped. I saw my wet spot grow and slammed my knees together but no matter how hard I tried to hold it in the spurt continued and I now had a wet spot down the inside of both legs and a line down where my but was. I tried to hold myself together and walked into the stall where my bladder decided it couldn't take it. I just started peeing. I slammed my hands into my crotch and pinched my urethra with my muscles as much as I could but nothing would stop it. I then tried to unbutton and unzip my jeans and tried to pull them down but the witness had made them sticky and hard to move. I finally peeled them off but by that time I only had a few drops of pee left. I sat down on the toilet with my wet jeans and just couldn't take it anymore. I felt tears well up behind my eyes and began to cry. It was a silent cry that no one else can hear but instead leaves you to mourn in silence. The addition of embarrassing events leading up to this and the fact that everyone here just watched me wet myself was too much. I just broke down in the bathroom stall unable to think or do anything.

I pulled out my phone and told my two friends everything because I knew they would find out one way or the other and they might have some advice about what to do. They both were super nice to me and were able to deal with my drama and small bladder and we came up with a plan. They went to one of the stores near the bathroom and bought a very cheap pair of black leggings I could wear. Then they went into the bathroom and passed them under the door to me with the plastic shopping bag. I then undid my jeans and pulled them along with my panties completely off and put them into the plastic bag that the leggings had been purchased in. I then grabbed the pair of leggings and slid them on. It wasn't ideal but it was way better than pee stained jeans. I tried to compose myself and opened the door to the outside world. I tried to act as normal as possible and pretty much never said a word for the rest of the evening. I became the redheaded ghost with the mysterious shopping bag.

Sorry for the kind of all over the place story but I hope it was at least semi-interesting. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a fantastic rest of your day!

 

 

 

[Alfresco 11,631]

Sorry to hear of your embarrassment, but it was good that you had good friends to help you.

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

There can't be anything worse than standing in a queue for making desperation ten times worse. 

Big hugs to you, and reinforces my belief - feelings of the individual come way before any self gratification.  In this instance big hugs and lots of sympathy, but thanks too for sharing with us.

Here's to deliberate and planned wettings - far more enjoyable.

[Alfresco 11,631]

It happened to me once.  I usually know how long I can get away with holding, but this time I must have drunk too many mugs of tea and misjudged it.   I'd been food shopping and the checkout was taking longer than it should - the customer in front was faffing about and then they had to call a supervisor to verify her age (even though she was about 50, but the checkout operator was younger than 18).  I already had my stuff on the conveyor belt so I was committed to staying there.  By the time I was paying, I had little spurts going into my boxers under my jeans.  I'm sure the young checkout operator must have known what was going on as I was bouncing about and trying to hold it in.   Once done, I grabbed my bags and headed upstairs to the toilets, but was already loosing it on the stairs.  By the time I got into the toilets, the situation was beyond desperate.   I decided on going for a cubicle rather than the urinal.  Got inside, shut the door, hung the bags on the hook at the back of the door and I was already peeing as I tried to undo my fly. The more I fidgeted, the more I couldn't undo, the more I was squirting in my jeans.   I ended up just sitting down and peeing through my jeans as there was already a puddle growing on the floor.  Unfortunately I didn't have a friend there to go and get me more trousers, so I ended up dripping as much as I could, then trying to dry some of it with the heated air hand dryer.   It wasn't successful and I was still soaked.   I had to leave the toilets, one way or another and I had to go somewhere afterwards, so didn't have the opportunity to go home.   So, I went to a clothing shop and looked for a pair of jeans.  The young female assistant came up behind me and asked if I needed any help.   She must have seen that my jeans were soaked, but she didn't say anything.   She helped my find my size and I went to try them on.  They were fine, so I took the labels off and kept the new jeans on.   I folded up my soaked boxers and jeans, with the driest part to the outside and went to the checkout.  I gave the girl the labels to scan and said I was going to keep them on if that was OK.   She said that was fine and she understood.   So she obviously knew exactly what had happened.  

[speedy3471 10,655]

8 hours ago, Alfresco said:

It happened to me once.  I usually know how long I can get away with holding, but this time I must have drunk too many mugs of tea and misjudged it.   I'd been food shopping and the checkout was taking longer than it should - the customer in front was faffing about and then they had to call a supervisor to verify her age (even though she was about 50, but the checkout operator was younger than 18).  I already had my stuff on the conveyor belt so I was committed to staying there.  By the time I was paying, I had little spurts going into my boxers under my jeans.  I'm sure the young checkout operator must have known what was going on as I was bouncing about and trying to hold it in.   Once done, I grabbed my bags and headed upstairs to the toilets, but was already loosing it on the stairs.  By the time I got into the toilets, the situation was beyond desperate.   I decided on going for a cubicle rather than the urinal.  Got inside, shut the door, hung the bags on the hook at the back of the door and I was already peeing as I tried to undo my fly. The more I fidgeted, the more I couldn't undo, the more I was squirting in my jeans.   I ended up just sitting down and peeing through my jeans as there was already a puddle growing on the floor.  Unfortunately I didn't have a friend there to go and get me more trousers, so I ended up dripping as much as I could, then trying to dry some of it with the heated air hand dryer.   It wasn't successful and I was still soaked.   I had to leave the toilets, one way or another and I had to go somewhere afterwards, so didn't have the opportunity to go home.   So, I went to a clothing shop and looked for a pair of jeans.  The young female assistant came up behind me and asked if I needed any help.   She must have seen that my jeans were soaked, but she didn't say anything.   She helped my find my size and I went to try them on.  They were fine, so I took the labels off and kept the new jeans on.   I folded up my soaked boxers and jeans, with the driest part to the outside and went to the checkout.  I gave the girl the labels to scan and said I was going to keep them on if that was OK.   She said that was fine and she understood.   So she obviously knew exactly what had happened.  

Iam sorry you didn't have a buddy get you a dry pair of pants