Shopping with a full bladder.

[Sophie 23,109]

I was talking to @Rewdna in the chatbox last night and we talked about me heading out to the shops with a full bladder and seeing what mischief I could get into. If anything interesting happened I would post it here. Well since you’re currently reading this, something happened. Hoorah!

I got up about 10am and went through my usual morning routine before getting comfortable on the sofa with a coffee. I was wearing some dark blue skinny jeans that I had never wore before and a blue t-shirt. Underneath was some white briefs and a white bra. I loved the jeans, they were tight in all the right places and very comfortable. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet but I think I looked great in them. I watched some TV while I filled up and had another coffee, smiling to myself as I felt my bladder getting full. Once I was relatively desperate I put on my shoes and coat, and left the house. I was at the point of desperation where I would go upstairs to my toilet if I wasn’t busy, so leaving the house feeling like that was crazy!

I drove into town and started shopping. I had a few things I wanted to buy but in general I was just window shopping. Slowly walking around the various shops and seeing if anything caught my eye. I had completely forgotten about needing to pee, I was too distracted by other things but after a while it came back. It would keep going away and then come back later, usually when I was stood still. I soon found myself standing with my legs crossed or squeezed together as I stopped to look at things. I definitely needed to pee.

I considered finding some toilets to use but that seemed boring so I did my best to ignore it and carried on shopping. It quickly became impossible to put it in the back of my mind and my attention became more focussed on my bladder. I found some clothes to try on and jiggled about in the changing room as I put them on, trying my absolute hardest not to have an accident there. Fortunately I stayed dry and bought the clothes and then continued window shopping.

It had been about an hour since I left the house and I was quickly reaching the point where I could think about nothing but needing to pee. I decided to get the essential items I needed and then just see where I ended up. I quickly found the things I needed, luckily they were all from the same shop and joined the queue. There was four people in front of me and soon a few people behind me. I could not stand still at all! I was okay as I walked but as soon as I had to stand still it was torturous. It was definitely obvious I needed to pee as I kept crossing my legs, swapping which leg I put my weight on. I soon reached the front of the queue and paid for my things before leaving. It was so nice being able to walk again.

I still had nearly an hour left on the parking I had paid for and I didn’t want to waste it so I told myself I needed to wait until at least then before peeing, if I could. I slowly walked around, browsing through the various shops and bought a few more things. The walking was nice but it was taking all of my strength not to leak. I kept seeing places where I could squat and probably get away without getting caught, but I always had the doubt in the back of my mind. What if I was caught? What if I was recognised?! I imagined myself going back to work next week and everyone talking about how I was seen peeing in the middle of the city. I would hear about it for years!

I managed to waste 45 minutes and with the time running out I made my way back to the car. It was about ten minutes away and I decided to stop at one more place along the way. I had been looking at some earrings when I first got there but was unsure if I should buy them. I decided to treat myself! That might have been a mistake. The worker at the jewellers got the earrings for me but I had to stand still while she talked to me about the warranty, returns, cleaning advice etc. I had my legs crossed and squeezed together tight and had to keep a straight face as I felt a dribble of wee leak into my knickers. I wonder if she noticed anything. She finally let me go and I said thank you before quickly walking to my car. There was some toilets nearby I was planning on using if I didn’t find somewhere else on the way there.

The toilets were pay toilets but I didn’t really mind. I was so desperate that I wouldn’t be able to make it to any others and I doubt I would have even made it to my car. And 20p isn’t much in the grand scheme of things! I put the money in and walked through the turnstile, quickly darting into the ladies. It was empty and I ran into the very first stall, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I’m sure the attendant would have heard it. It was obvious just how desperate I was anyway. I dropped my bags on the floor and began unbuttoning my jeans. Usually I would take off my coat but I was just too desperate. However I had a problem. Remember how I said my jeans were new? Well the buttons on new jeans are often very tight until you wear them in a little and this was no exception. It was stuck! I frantically hopped from foot to foot, squeezing my legs together and bending over as I pulled at the denim, trying my hardest to unfasten the jeans. Another spurt of pee flowed into my knickers except this time it didn’t stop. I was leaking uncontrollably. I kept pulling at the jeans button but as I saw the jeans darkening below the zip I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

With no sign of the button coming loose and not wanting to make a mess, I admitted defeat and sat on the toilet, still fully clothed. The slow trickle continued for a few seconds and then I suddenly started peeing heavily. I could hear a muffled hissing as an absolute torrent of pee jetted into my knickers, my ass getting wet as it quickly spread across the denim. Moments later a tinkle filled the room as it soaked through the fabric and hit the water below. I put my head in my hands, half out of shame and half out of sheer relief. My eyes filled up with tears. I couldn’t believe I was sat on a public toilet, wetting myself at 30 years old. But at the same time it felt so unbelievably good. I hadn’t felt relief like that in a long time. After about 30 seconds the hissing went away as my stream died down but I still continued with my normal flow. I had so much that needed to come out and since my jeans were ruined anyway, I didn’t see any point in trying to stop it. I might as well pee as much as I could, it made no difference. Obviously I didn’t time it, but I estimate I peed for over a minute before it finally stopped. The tinkling lasted longer, my pee running off the wet denim.

While my jeans finished dripping I took a deep breath, wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to figure out what to do. My car was in the car park next to the toilets but I couldn’t exactly leave looking like this. Even if only the attendant saw me it would still be terrible. A woman walks in desperate, and walks out with soaking wet jeans. No, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t really put my coat around my waist either, it was still too suspicious. Fortunately I had done some clothes shopping earlier and had bought myself some more jeans, and I had took them into the stall with me instead of putting them in the car first. I leaned forward and pulled them out of the bag, pulling off the tags and labels as the last few drips fell from my jeans, making a little “plip” in the water. I stood up and spent the next five minutes wrestling with my jeans before they finally came loose. My thumb hurt so much from trying to force the button through. Finally free from my fabric prison I took off my shoes wriggled the wet denim down. It always sticks to you when wet and it’s so awkward! I stepped out of them and held them up, looking at the wet stain on the back. The entire rear was soaked and you could actually see where I had been sitting, a horseshoe shaped edge. Looking behind me the seat was wet also...oops! I moved all the clothes into another bag and folded my wet jeans into the now empty carrier before peeling down my wet knickers. They were a pale yellow and completely see through where I had peed through them. I put them on top of the jeans. Now naked from the waist down I took some toilet paper and wiped myself before using some more to dry the seat and flushed.

I stepped into my jeans and squeezed myself into them, fastening the button and praying it wouldn’t get stuck again. I wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath so it wasn’t the most comfortable of things but I only had to make it home. I put on my shoes and made sure I hadn’t left any drips or tags and left my stall. I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked presentable and then left to go to my car. I had to walk past the attendant on the way out and I tried my hardest to look normal but I could feel my face turning red. I hope she didn’t notice my jeans had gone from dark blue on the way in to black on the way out! Once I got to my car I put my things in the boot and drove home, listening to my music. Laughing to myself as I thought about what had just happened.

 

You guys are the first to know about this. I haven’t even told my husband yet! I hope you enjoyed my misfortune. 😁

[steve25805 121,356]

Wow @Sophie, what an exciting true account.

Your true tales are always awesome.

The thought of you sitting on that toilet - fully suited and booted with jeans and knickers still on and peeing through them - is very erotic.

I am enjoying the images you have planted in my imagination.

Nice one.

[Rewdna 779]

@Sophie I loved reading that.Poor you.Lucky you had some new jeans to change into.Pity you hadn't bought knickers while you were shopping.Mind you,the thought of you walking around with none on is a nice one.A great account.Thank you!

[gldenwetgoose 20,278]

Awesome tale and as always told perfectly - such a challenge too, heading into a shop to make another purchase knowing full well the dam could have burst there and then.

One point I will make - I can fully understand your shyness when it came to the toilet attendant suspecting your emergency.  But I'm absolutely sure there must be a high population of people who go into the ladies specifically to get changed into new purchases, or to change out of casual shopping clothes into work attire - even if she did connect the blue jeans / black jeans I'm sure she wouldn't connect it with your predicament.

Unless of course she's got a mind like ours....

[Sophie 23,109]

Thank you! 

I never thought of it that way but you're completely right. It wouldn't be the first time I've gotten changed in the toilets and I never thought twice about it then, and she had no idea I wet myself. She might have even been able to hear the splashing! 

I am quite lucky about having some jeans to change in to. In the changing rooms I had only tried on some tops so I didn't actually know how stiff the button was. If I had known that, I wouldn't have waited so long. I saw the jeans on the way to the checkout and seeing as they were my size, I just bought them without trying them on.