Mommy needs to go potty!

[BGSB86 847]

This story involves, desperation, wetting, partial nudity, and public humiliation.

 

Oh man, I wish I could put this in the fiction section, but this just happened to me a few hours ago. I had an accident today, and it wasn’t a small one either. It was hours in the making, and is one of my most humiliating accidents probably ever. Take your bathroom breaks beforehand, because this is going to be a long one. 

 

I wouldn’t say I have a strong bladder by any means. Id put it as below average. I’d like to think that being a mom has made my bladder mentally stronger. What do I mean by that? It means that my bladder is still not great, but at least I’m used to it, so it’s not as bad. 

Since it’s a public holiday (Happy MLK Day btw), a lot of stores, workplaces, and schools were closed. So, I decided to be productive today. I was going to go grocery shopping, run errands, clothes shopping, all the things I needed to get done. I made eggs and toast for everyone and I had an extra cup of coffee. I’d need that caffeine to get me through the day. I wore a long sleeve red t shirt with its sleeves rolled up, jeans, and a belt. Me and my two sons put on our heavy jackets to deal with the elements and left the apartment sometime in the late morning. First stop: groceries.

Grocery shopping went by fairly smooth, except for an almost meltdown by my youngest over not getting candy from the checkout lane. My mind was elsewhere so I didn’t care about my bladder. I drank a little bit of water in the car as we went to our next stop: furniture shopping.

I needed to get a new coffee table and a new couch since both of them looked like they are falling apart. Functional, yes, but not very visually appealing. I had fun because I got to unleash the inner interior designer in me. My kids had fun because they got to jump on the beds. Well, until I put a stop to it. By the time we left, I noticed the urge coming. But it wasn’t THAT bad. I drank more water as we continued our day and went to everyone’s favorite: lunch. I was too busy to remember what stage my bladder was in at this point, but it didn’t matter.

I had to deal with another meltdown from ny kids because I wouldn’t let them get big macs for each of them. I’ve dealt with worse. I just took a deep breath and sternly said “no.” They were satisfied with happy meals though. I’m not much of a fast food person, but I was still hungry, so I just ordered a burger and a small soda. It was at this point that I realized that I shouldn’t be drinking so much because my bladder has a horrible track record, but I gave myself the benefit of the doubt. Also, off topic, but McDonald’s puts WAYYYYY too much lettuce in their burgers. Anyway, by the time we left, I had the epiphany. You know which one I’m taking about, that “I should have gone to  the bathroom” epiphany. My kids did, but not me. But I’m a big girl, I can hold it in, right? Maybe? Possibly? Eh fuck it, just one more stop to go: clothes shopping. 

Of course, we encountered some traffic. Nothing too bad, but my patience was already being tested. My kids were fighting about god knows what. 

“BOTH OF YOU CUT IT OUT NOW!”

“BUT MOMMY!” they whined.

“I DONT CARE! ZIP IT!” They both got quiet after that. I felt kind of bad for yelling at them, but I had bigger things to worry about. I was squeezing and rubbing my thighs all the way there. 

We finally arrived and the first thing I did was head straight for the bathrooms in the back corner of the store. It was a single occupant restroom, and it was occupied, and there was a line. I groaned in frustration. No way I’m going to wait in line, especially with these two knuckleheads by my side. I shopped for mine and my kids clothes instead. Do you know how hard it is to be desperate AND shop AND keep track of your kids AND explain to them why they can’t buy shorts in the middle of winter? I was bending over and cross legged every second. A noticeable wet spot could be seen on my jeans. We chose our clothes and paid for them, mind you I’m still bursting. I think to myself, “Ok, we’ll go back to the car, but everything in the trunk, then come bac-.” The alarm went off. No, not the fire alarm, the alarm inside your head that tells you “you have x number of minutes before you pee yourself.” My “timer” is usually 5-10 minutes, but I expected less, solely because it’s a miracle I didn’t have an accident in the car ride here. With my jacket draped over my arm and a million bags in one hand and my kids hands’ in each hand as well, I ran towards the bathrooms. 

To my horror, there were three people in line and the bathroom was occupied. I curse up a storm in my head. I frantically potty danced in place. It had only been 2 and a half hours since we left and I was bursting. With one kid in each hand, plus the bags of clothes we bought, that meant I had 0 HANDS in my crotch. It was so hard to hold it. The only hope I had was to sway my butt back and forth, constantly and forcefully crossing and squeezing my legs. I couldn’t even clutch my fists. 

I was too shy to ask to cut in line, so I suffered through it instead. Two more people entered the line behind me, and they could get a perfect view of my desperation. I finally got to the front of the line, but it wasnt looking too great. 

Five minutes went by and no one came out, so I knocked again, with my foot. “Someone’s in here,” A lady on the other side said. Yeah, no shit. 

“C-can y-you hurry up p-please, I really need to go.” 

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

My hands felt cold and clammy, my legs had been squeezing so hard that I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment. I had tears forming in my eyes, I was breathing so heavily, and I was slowly but surely leaking. I couldnt stand up straight at all. I had to unbuckle my belt just so I could hold on for just a few more moments, but that meant nothing was holding my pants up, so the people standing behind me got a great show: a bursting mother with her pants sagging halfway down her thighs and wet panties. I heard the woman behind me snicker a little. My face was so red from this. A couple minutes later, I banged my fist on the door as hard as I could. “HURRY UP!” I yelled. No response. “Please! Please open the door! I’m gonna pee myself, I can’t hold it!” It was so humiliating to be begging for the potty like that, but when you’re that desperate you’ll do anything to reach a toilet.

My youngest asked me, “Mommy what’s wrong?”

“M-mommy n-needs to go p-potty sweetie.”

“Mommy I have to go potty too.” 

“Me too!”

Well, they would get their wish to use the potty. I didn’t. My bladder couldn’t take anymore and finally burst. Pee exploded out of my pussy. It soaked my legs within seconds. I let out such a sigh of relief you would think I just got done running a marathon. A puddle formed around everyone’s feet, so the two women silently moved over to the side. A few minutes after all the contents of my bladder were dumped out, a woman opened the door and quickly walked away. I went inside the bathroom and let my kids use the toilet while assessed the damage. I ripped off my panties and threw them into the trash. I lifted my jeans up to inspect them. Just as I suspected, almost completely soaked, like I had jumped into a pool. 

I just sat on the toilet after they were done, with my hands over my face in embarrassment when my youngest again asked, “Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“Mommy had an accident sweetie.”

“It’s ok mommy, I had accidents too,” I couldn’t help but smile because I never shame them for having accidents and I was glad that it was being carried on. 

I wiped myself clean of any pee and put the wet jeans into a separate bag. I put on one of the new pairs that I got instead. They were skinny jeans, so I just rolled up my belt and put it in my purse, I grabbed all my stuff, and we went home. 

We got home and I immediately threw my jeans in the hamper and sprayed Febreeze on it. I changed into a tank top and short shorts and laid on the couch. I was physically and mentally exhausted. After a while they asked for hot chocolate. I chuckled and said ok, got up and went to the kitchen, and started making it. While I was waiting for the milk to warm up, I pulled out my phone, and that’s what I started writing this down in my notes app.

I hope you all enjoyed that experience. I certainly didn’t, except for the ending. I wouldn’t wish this accident on my worst enemy. 

[Kupar 13,341]

Oh wow! What a story. Sending huge hugs your way. I hope that writing about your day here within a community of people who understand and mindfully experience the pain, pleasure, embarrassment and ecstasy that pee can bring has helped make you feel better about the accident. 

And your kid's comment: how sweet is that?! Hope it helped!

Take care @BGSB86. 

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

As @Kupar said.  In fact, everything he said.

I have a huge problem finding anything genuinely humiliating to be in any way exciting to me - which is why I'll just send my hugs to you.

[MaxWasTaken 522]

@Kupar said pretty much everything. 
Oh and im honestly impressed by how long you could hold it in. I don't mean this in a "nice holding contest" kind of way. I mean that i would probably end up having an accident way earlier if i tried holding it as long as you did. 
I felt the urge to go to the toilet just from reading this. You pretty much played on the hardest difficulty and nearly made it. xD So please don't think that there is something wrong with your (im saying this because you wrote that you don't have a strong bladder).

[BGSB86 847]

32 minutes ago, MaxWasTaken said:

@Kupar said pretty much everything. 
Oh and im honestly impressed by how long you could hold it in. I don't mean this in a "nice holding contest" kind of way. I mean that i would probably end up having an accident way earlier if i tried holding it as long as you did. 
I felt the urge to go to the toilet just from reading this. You pretty much played on the hardest difficulty and nearly made it. xD So please don't think that there is something wrong with your (im saying this because you wrote that you don't have a strong bladder).

I actually agree, I was surprised at how long I could hold it too

[WetMart 1,130]

You did well holding it like you did , I don’t have that stronger bladder to be honest , hugs

[Carb0nBased 647]

I'm sorry you had to have an "accident" in front of your kids, but it sounds like they were very nice to you about it. Next time maybe wait in line before you do your shopping!

[Guest ShyPeeMan]

I, like you have a small bladder and have been caught short a few times and only had 1 accident. It's difficult cos you leave the house thinking you'll be fine then what seems out of nowhere, bang you bladder just wants to go, usually with very little notice. You did well to hang on for so long. I hope you're ok now, hugs

[Alfresco 11,639]

Firstly, I fully sympathise with you and your plight.   I am so sorry that you had to endure the embarrassment of wetting yourself in front of others, as like others here, I wouldn't wish that on anyone who didn't want it to happen.

On the positive side, at least you did have some dry clothes to change into, so the embarrassment was limited to the exposure to those in the queue rather than you having to go back out through the store in soaked jeans.

Despite the embarrassment, thank you for sharing the story with us and I hope you feel some support from the community.   I have to say that your writing was a superb account of the situation.  My favourite line was "With one kid in each hand, plus the bags of clothes we bought, that meant I had 0 HANDS in my crotch."

If it is any consolation - I had a situation once where I completely soaked myself when shopping - I was leaking on the way to the public toilets in the mall, got there and couldn't get my zip undone as it had stuck.  I started wetting and ended up going into a cubicle and sitting down to try and minimise the damage.   I eventually managed to get the zip undone but I was soaked.   I then had to walk through the mall to a shop, buy some new jeans in the shop, all whilst soaking wet, and then use the shop's changing room to put them on.  A very nice young lady shop assistant helped me with finding the jeans and she never mentioned my very obvious wetness.

[Peewee123 1,125]

Aw you poor thing. Being a mum of young kids is tough, but equally heart Melting when they come out with such genuine caring comments like that! I enjoy wetting every now and again but only in the comfort of my own home, I’d be as shocked and upset as you so I get it. At least you had spare clothes so you could fix it quickly. Hope you had a chilled rest of the day!

[SnakeFace 366]

When I see someone who has wet themselves, I don't laugh or anything, I just feel bad for them. They couldn't make it to the bathroom on time, and it was probably from factors out of their control. I'd even help them out if I could.

Accidents are normal and they just happen sometimes.