A story from way back when

[BGSB86 812]

When my senior year of highschool came around, I decided to get a job to earn some extra money. After some searching, I eventually got a job as a dishwasher for a local restaurant. I would head there immediately after school. It was a bit of a walk away, but nothing too crazy. I immediately changed into my work uniform in a dusty old closet, which was just my regular jeans that I wore that day and a t shirt with the restaurant logo on it, and an apron. I waited to use the employee restroom, but I had no chance; I had to get to work immediately. 
Being around water while you have to pee is PURE TORTURE! My urge increased substantially in no more than an hour. The employee bathroom was just a small, single occupant restroom that was always occupied since, well, there was only one. Before I could get the chance to pee, the dinner rush came in. 
It was a Friday night so it was especially crowded. It seemed like for every dish that I washed, 10 more found their way into my hands. I was so distracted by my workload, that I forgot about my urge until I had to cross my legs and bend over at one point. I was doing a slight potty dance now. Not the kind where you are doubled over, but the kind where you shift from foot to foot and  do “high knees.” After a while, it became impossible to ignore, so I quickly excused myself and headed to that cramped little bathroom, but still, no chance. I bit down on my lip and jiggled in place a bit before my manager called me back. I was now doing a much more noticeable potty dance. Thankfully, restaurant kitchens are usually so busy no employee notices that kind of stuff. Except one waitress who was and still is a good friend of mine. 
After another 20 or so minutes, I felt my first leak. I ran over to the bathroom. Still occupied. I banged on the door and told whoever was inside to hurry up. I was much more frantic now. I started to fear the worst: I would have an accident in front of all my coworkers. They would never let me live it down. After 5 minutes, the person still wasn’t out. Tears started to form in my eyes and I started to do the full on potty dance. At last, the person came out and i practically pushed them aside and ran into the cramped little bathroom. Normally, I put toilet paper down when I pee, but I was too desperate to go through that process. I frantically tried to undo my belt, but it was so tight against my big belly and bulging bladder that I would barely grasp onto it with my sweaty hands. I could feel sweat dripping down my back and into my butt crack. Tears were now rolling down cheeks as I made one final attempt to relieve myself. I finally undid my pants, but unfortunately, just as I unbuttoned my jeans, it came out, all at once. I got a few seconds of pee into my jeans. I sat down and practically cried tears of joy/relief. I lifted my apron and inspected the damage. Decent wet spot, but the apron could cover it. Well the front at least. Thankfully, no one noticed the wet spot on the back of my jeans and I went home that night, with a full bladder, because I fro desperate again from the weekend state of my bladder. And of course, my brothers were ruthless when I came home desperate and made me have an accident by not letting me into the bathroom. 

[Kupar 12,546]

Brothers eh?! Just the worst! But seriously, thanks for telling us about this experience so eloquently. I really felt your desperation. I hope you never had to endure anything so traumatic again while you were working there!

[gldenwetgoose 20,328]

This sounds like one of those 'what doesn't kill us makes us stronger' situations...

Horrible at the time to have to endure such prolonged desperation, then to be humiliated by your brothers too.   Hoping you got them back in a suitable way at least.

But, that was then and here you are now - surrounded by friends who all understand exactly what you went through, and are giving you the biggest hi-five possible for where you are now!