During rush hour the LRT train is always packed to the brim, not as bad as it is in Japan where they have designated people to help cram you in, but it was close today! Cynthia ( Cyn for short ) & I were coming home from a girls afternoon downtown where we had manicures, went to the mall & window shopped, tried on clothing & the usual girlie stuff. Earlier we had a large coffee and I also had a bottled water since I’m trying to learn to keep hydrated & healthy, but we wanted to beat the rush hour crowd so we beelined it to the LRT station downtown. What I SHOULD HAVE done was find the nearest toilets, but I really didn’t need to go badly then. Now we were both elbow to elbow and only half way done the ride home… another 10 minutes to go, but that bottled water rushed through me and now was sitting in my poor aching bladder. I was wearing flat ballet shoes, a white tshirt and my tightest medium grey skinny jeans with zippers on the bottom by the ankles. They were the stretchy kind with only 2% spandex, so they were VERY TIGHT… and WAY TOO TIGHT around my bladder, which was still slowly filling up!!
I grimaced and pulled up grey jeans up even higher, hoping that the crotch seams pressing against me would help hold back the pee so I wouldn’t have to concentrate every second to hold it in. “Cyn, I’m busrting, like seriously. It’s right on the edge…” I was relieved when Cyn admitted she had to pee as well and noticed that she already had the slim legs crossed tightly as she held onto the siderails. I guess I was too preoccupied with my own desperation to even notice her! Cyn was wearing white leggings over a tunic top, and “boyfriend” cut panties that showed a vsible panty line in the back. I was glad I had my jeans on to provide some type of barrier and support on my area to help prevent pissing myself, or so I hoped. I felt my stomach grumble and gurgling and felt a lot of sudden pressure on my bowels. Oh crap, I guess the coffee & cream made me gassy, and the pressure of the farts were making my bladder hurt even worse. I wanted to fart but I didn’t want everything to relax or else I’ll piss my jeans in the crowded train!! I could feel a fart right at the opening so I relaxed back there & it squeeked out loudly; it was loud enough that no one noticed but a few people close by certainly smelt it and looked around. But it felt better on my bladder… for about 2 minutes, until the train screeched to a halt at the station!! The jerking motion made me lose balance and as I stumbled, grabbing onto Cyn & the handrail, I relaxed a tiny bit and a tiny spurt of warm piss escaped and I would feel it wetting my lips & panties!!! I quickly crossed my legs & bent over; I didn’t want to grab my crotch since we’re in public! Phew, it was just one small spurt, but I could feel the rest wasn’t far behind if I lost my concentration again like that. “Cyn, some came out in my panties. Does it show? Is there a wet spot?” Cyn started laughing and looked down in shock. “No I can’t see anything.” I thought maybe we should just get off at the next stop and find a park or bushes where I could pull down my pants & pee to my hearts content, but it was only 3 more stops until my stop…. AND THEN A 3 BLOCK WALK HOME! As the train lurched to leave the station I almost spurted some more in my white panties, so I had to quickly push my hand into my crotch, hoping that no one would notice. But some guys sitting across from us noticed and started snickering to themselves. “oh please please, don’t let me piss my jeans right here!” I tried to compose myself but I was shaking inside. Holding both my farts and pent up piss is a lot of effort on all my muscles, I can’t relax at all, let along keep up a conversation with Cyn.
FINALLY it’s my stop, I hobbled with my knees together to the exit but every step jiggled by sensitive bladder and bowels and I could feel the warm pee right near the hole, ready to escape if I took too big of a step or relaxed even for a second! A pile of other people got off with us and got on the escalator down to the street level. Some giggly teen girls pushed by me on the escalator, almost making me tumble forward. I grabbed the handrail, almost losing my balance and a spurt of pee gushed out, soaking my crotch and panties! I gasped loudly and had to grab my belt to pull up my jeans tight to stop any kind of flow from happening. All of a sudden I felt a piercing pain in my lower tummy and felt my insides gurgling, CRAP it’s diahhrea time! There is no mistaking the sharp pains from a liquid poop attack, esp when the mess is rushing towards the opening like a frieght train out of control and the only barrier is your panties & jeans! By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs I was gasping and I had to tell Cyn my predicament, much to my embaressment. ” I need to shit, like seriously. I need to get home right now!” Because of my lower tummy filling with poop and farts, it was now pushing on my bladder even more. So my urgency to piss just got way worse than if I didn’t need to shit. I had to walk in small close steps, keeping my thighs close together to keep the muscles tight. Any relaxing of either the back or the front muscles & I would have one smelly mess in my jeans.
Only 3 blocks to go. I hurriedly jabbed the crosswalk button to wait for the light to change so I can cross. It was almost worse standing still because the pressure was really pushing down on both sides, front and back! I stood rigid with my legs crossed over eachother. Cyn was staring at me in shock & amusement & I’m sure I looked very worried. Finally the light changes so I start walking fast as I could across the street, the liquid poop sloshing around inside, just inside the opening which took all my might to clench tight. As soon as I cross the street I was able to stand still for a second to cross my legs tightly; I just needed a moment to collect myself. Even then I started having thoughts of “what if I just can’t make it? Should i try finding some bushes to hide in so I can take down my jeans & shit in the bushes??” I knew even as I was thinking of the question that the answer would be no, since it’s all residential houses here and unless I wanted to tresspass & get into trouble… that was NOT an answer. I walked as gingerly as I could with my thighs close together, breathing slow and steady as I went. My lower tummy was bulging out, stretching my waistband and my belt. My belt!! I quickly undid my belt 2 notches and some of the pressure and pain was relieved off my bladder… but not my bowels!! Before I could stop it, a very wet fart flew out followed by what felt like a surge of warm liquid and I stopped dead and clenched my butt hard! Cyn heard the nasty loud fart and her jaw dropped “holy shit, did you just shit yourself?” “Almost I think, that might’ve been kind of wet” and instinctively I almost started giggling at the thought of a wet fart staining my nice white cotton panties. Well I had already spurted some pee into my undies so they were already a bit damp. Because I farted, some the pressure was relieved and I was able to start walking briskly again. About a block & a half away from home, a toilet = safety, my lower bowels started convulsing madly, including pains and I could feel the liquid poop trying to force it’s way out any way it can. I doubled over and held my stomach in pain, groaning loudly. Turned out to be a bad move since it just pushed my bladder & bowels at once and a huge spurt of piss jetted out, flying right through my thin paties and right through the skintight denim pressed against my crotch. Cyn, who was behind me, saw the dribble through my crotch. I felt my shit starting to come out and quickly grabbed both my crotch to stop the piss and pushed my hand against my butt. It didn’t matter how stupid I looked now; the only thing was to not pee & poo myself outside. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, my breathing got really fast & my skin flushed hot while my bowels kept convulsing. My breathing seemed like the loudest thing in my head; I didn’t even notice a car full of guys that has slowed down to stare and point at me. Cyn yelled “what the fuck are you staring at!? Keeping fucking driving!” Great… can we get anymore attention at me soiling myself?
Cyn noticed ” hey Amanda’s car is here. Let’s use her bathroom!” Amanda is an aquiantance of ours at work that just happened to live by me so it was better than trying to walk the last 1.5 blocks. BUT… if i didn’t make it then Amanda would see me soil my jeans!! It was a chance I’d have to take since I was starting to get dizzy from the diarrhea attack & cramps. Cyn opened the gate and I started hobbling up the stairs, still holding both ends with my hands tightly. I could feel my hand getting wet with piss as more of it leaked out every step up I took, it dripped off my fingers and I could smell the urine. It made a HUGE wet spot on my crotch I’m sure but I didn’t stop to look down & inspect it. Cyn ran up ahead and started knocking on the door hard. I made it up the stairs and stood there, pulling my waistband all the way up so the crotch seam pressed hard into my crotch and crossed my legs tightly, breathing heavily and looking scared. It felt like forever but finally the door opened & it was Amanda “hey guys, what’s up?” I was trying not to cry as Amanda looked over at me and gave me a strange look; I was still holding my waistband up with one hand behind my butt & a dark wet stain on my crotch. Cyn explained I needed to use the bathroom right away and I couldn’t make it home. Amanda was like “sure, it’s straight down the hall and on the right.” opening the door wider so we can get in. The thought of the available toilet being sooooo close made my mind relax and I stopped clenching just for a second… bad move!!! A stream of hot yellow PEE jetted out so fast, it streamed right through the denim and splashed onto the porch between my legs. Both girls jaws dropped and I felt Cyn pushing me from behind into the door “go, go! You can make it!”
I hobbled inside and out of the corner of my eyes I saw 2 other girls I didn’t recognise in the living room & they were looking shocked at me. I didn’t have time to say hi and I kept hobbling, tight kneed, down the hall, my poor bursting bladder jiggling with every single movement. I pracically fell into the bathroom & didn’t even shut the door, but positioned myself with my back to the toilet. I had to let go of my crotch & ass to lift the toilet seat & start undoing my belt, all while doing the pee pee dance. At this point my legs were shaking from all the holding on & clenching, as I frantically tried to undo my belt but it was too late!! My bladder couldn’t take it and a huge stream of piss gushed out and I can’t stop it!! I continued pissing my skin tight jeans as I undid the belt, button zipper and yanked them down as best I could, along with my now soaking wet yellow panties. The piss had stained my jeans all the way down to my knees in huge streaks & I couldn’t stop it now!! I fell back onto the toilet, relieved of my panties & denim and even before my ass hit the seat, my sphinter gave up holding on involuntarily and the wet diarrhea sprayed out of me. I sat there with my hands by my sides as my body uncontrollably emptied itself, a huge stream of very yellow and pungent pee out the front & a nasty stream of dark liquid poo splashing onto the water below. I felt it back splashing onto my butt & I kept shuddering my my body voided itself… ahhh the relief felt so great as everything hissed and plopped loudly below me into the toilet. It sounded so loud too, with it echoing inside the toilet and inside the small bathroom. Wet smelly farts flew out with the liquid shit, it was so embaressing. I was so focussed on keeping it all inside that I didn’t notice Cyn & Amanda staring at me standing in the doorway probably the whole time! “shut the door!” They closed the door and I could hear them giggling outside. I was so mortified that they saw me piss myself and 2 seconds away from shitting my skintight jeans but I was too tired from the ordeal to yell at them.
After the last trickle fell out of me, I wadded my hand up with toilet paper and started cleaning my ass as best I could, wiping off the creamy poop and the watery splashback off my ass. The smell was overwhelming & I looked in the toilet before flushing, seeing the dark brown mess mixed with the yellow urine and was thankful it didn’t all go inside my tight jeans. My whole body & mind was drained from that desperate ordeal and my hands were shaking as I surveyed the damage: the white panties were completely stained in the front & apparently one of my wet farts came out a little too wet… there was a dark brown shit stain showing up very nicely on the white cotton. I pulled them back up & it felt cold & clammy on my crotch. I had to wiggle back on my jeans sicne they were now wet down to the knees, in the front only, it didn’t show up at the back fortunately. It buttoned & zipped up easily since my tummy was no longer bloated anymore. I washed my hands & found some of Amanda’s perfume to spray near the toilet to cover up the poop smell. Oh man, I had to get more toilet paper to wipe off the shit splashback on the toilet seat too. I was so embaressed but I walked out to the living room where Cyn started apologising for laughing at me but I didn’t care, I just wanted to go home and change. I made the girls promise not to tell anyone at work about this, thanked Amanda for letting me use the bathroom and started out the door. I saw the small puddle of piss on the front porch was almost dried up & stepped over it, walking down the stairs with as much dignity as I could while wearing pissed jeans & sporting a big poop stain in my now yellow panties.
"Just a couple blocks to go!" I thought as we neared the club. I was wearing my high rise redskintight American Apparel Disco pants, made of a thick lycra material that clung to every curve & high black PVC heels. I was super excited to go clubbing but there was just one thing... I really really had to pee! Later I would find out that my "friend" laced my water with diuretics earlier at my house. Anyways, my bladder was already full and the tightness of my pants and sitting down, which makes the waistband dig in, was pushing too much pressure on my bladder. I had to lean back in my chair so the waistband wasn't digging in and that helped a bit. Finally the Uber stopped outside the club & let us out. I sighed so hard when I saw that there was a line up to get in, but not a normal line, it was freaking massive, at least 50 people down the block! I frantically looked around to see if there was a 7-11 or gas station where I can use the toilet but nope... nothing I could see! We all got in line and I discreetly pulled up my waistband tightly, so there was the pressure of the pants seam to push against my crotch! Yes, I had to go that badly that I'm willing to give myself a cameltoe. My bladder was so full that you can definately see the bulge through the spandex. My friends didn't notice my worried looks or my cameltoe as they were too busy gossiping. "why are you so quiet?" they asked. "Um, I kind of have to pee... like kinda bad" I sheepishly admitted. I started shifting my weight from one foot to the other, like a subtle pee pee dance, and pressing my thighs tightly together. The pressure was getting worse and I could feel my pee right near the edge, I was clenching and unclenching, making an effort to not relax and leak into my panties. I hope no one else was noticing my butt and thighs clenching! At least it was night time & everyone was too preoccupied with themselves. The tight pants were too much and I could feet some pee leak out without warning, into my white cotton panties! Oh shit, I bent over and clenched my thighs... "are you ok?" "yes, I leaked into my panties" I stammered. I managed to stop it, but for how long? started thinking:
- should i tell the doorman that I'm going to piss my pants and hopefully he'll let me in?
- What if he doesn't and that's super embaressing
- should I pee a little in my pants and hopefully I can make it inside to pee?
- should I walk around the block and find some bushes?
While I was thinking of these ideas, another spurt of hot piss escaped, jetting into my panties, but it felt a LOT bigger this time! Uh uh... MY eyes widened and I was scared to look down. I put my purse in front of my crotch and quickly felt my crotch... it was WET! Shit, it soaked through. Crap, I'm just going to let some out and relieve some pressure. So I relaxed for a second and let another HUGE spurt of piss out! it spurted through my tight pants and I felt the hot liquid hit my feet & ankle. I kept my purse in front of me & no one noticed "ok... maybe I'll make it" but the line hasn't moved much & there was still like 20 ppl ahead. The next 10 minutes, I didnt' dare look down to attract attention and just kept talking like my crotch wasn't wet and that I was STILL on the verge of pissing my pants. There was about 6 people in front of us when I felt my bladder teetering right on the edge, the hot pee ready to surge out. I didn't dare move or unclench my thighs. I could feel my arms and legs getting shaky and my breathing got really fast and frantic . Claire was wearing some stupidly high heels and all of a sudden lost her balance and fell into me. Instintively, I brought both hands up to catch her but her falling into me was enough to make me lose balance... and spread apart my legs to not fall! SInce I unclenched, my pee surged out and I started completely wetting my pants, hot pee HISSING out the crotch area. My bladder was emptying itself into my pants! I didn't even think about it but I spread my legs wide and went into a squat position so my yellow piss wouldn't get onto my expensive shoes. I knew I couldn't stop the flow so I bent over even more, so the pee was splashing off my butt area & onto the sidewalk, making a huge puddle... there was just SO MUCH PEE and it looked like a steady stream straight through my pants. I covered my mouth & face in shame but it was too late! When my friends saw I was soiling my pants, they jumped away from me, knocking into other ppl in line & causing them to look over at what's causing a commotion. What they saw was a girl in heels pissing her skintight pants squatting over!
"holy shit, that chick is pissing herself"
"oh my god, she's peeing her pants!"
I could see cameras out, taking pics & video of me losing all bladder control in front of at least 50 people behind us, cars driving by...
I was so humiliated and embaressed, I didn't know what to do... I wanted to cry. I didn't want to take my hand away from my face bacause people had their phones out. Shit, I hope they don't upload this online anywhere.. but it's 2018, of course they're going to. FUck, now everyones gonna see me wet myself. I turned away from everyone & faced my friends " OMG I can't believe I peed myself, What should I do??" I looked down and the puddle was HUGE... and flowing down the sidewalk!! Everyone started moving away from the river of my pee, shifting the whole line up. I looked down at my pants and the damage wasn't too bad in the front, barely anything... the HUGE wet spot was at my bum! So if I keep my legs closed, and purse in front, you can't even see! "do you think my pants will dry before we get in??"
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This is a pure fantasy story that I enjoy fantasizing about & maybe one day I'll work up the nerve to do it. It starts off at a nightclub where I'm out with some girlfriends and I'm wearing super duper skintight light colored jean that are high waisted like the 80's styles & a bodysuit top (like a one piece swimsuit) that show a visible panty line & high heels. Perhaps we were out earlier for some horderves at a lounge & I drank a couple of large iced teas before we head out to go to the club. Of course by the time we park & walk over to the doors my bladder is very full but it's still managable as I know that as soon as the bouncer check our ID's we can go in and I can get to the bathrooms quick! The lineup doesn't seem too bad but the pressue is surely building in my bladder & I start moving my weight back & forth between the legs. Uh oh... there's some pressure in the back & a loud fart escapes but I quickly press my legs together so I don't leak out any pee. There's more fart pressure right after that & all of a sudden my tummy is rumbling and gurgling. I guess those appetizers didnt' sit right & I can feel the cramps start... so I know... I'm gonna have a huge liquid diarrhea poop very very soon! I try to act calm but I start perspiring as my bladder fills even more & I can feel my poop liquifying inside me... the tightness of my clothing & denim isn't helping to contain it but wanting to push it out instead. I feel pressure right at my butthole but I'm scared to fart as it could be liquid shit! I give my ID to the bouncer & start walking up the stairs to get into the club but the jiggling of the bladder is just making my need to pee worse & I could feel the hot piss at the very edge ready to gush out, so I grab my waistband and hike up my tight jeans so that they seams can put pressure on it to stop any pee from coming out... they're hiked up so far that it's going up my buttcrack and I can feel the material on my butthole. I wasn't paying attention and bumped right into my friend, making me stumble in my high heels and also lose concentration of my bladder muscle. Crap... I little spurt of piss came out so i quickly press my hand to my crotch real quick. I can feel the denim get damp so I keep stumbling up the stairs without taking super big steps to try and contain it all, but I felt so full down there! Finally I make it to the top into the club but it's so packed that I have to jostle my way to try and get to the bathrooms & it's hard to walk in my high heels. I feel the liquid poo also right at the edge and if I relaxed myself I'm sure it would just stream out... It was so crowded that I just full on held my bladder with my hands and pressed another hand against my butt very hard while my eyes dart around in concern. All of a sudden some drunk douchy looking dude stumbles up to me & grabs my arms to dance with him, making me almost trip in my heels & also making me lose concentration of my intense clenching. a bigger spurt of piss jets out through my jeans and I can feel it dribbling down towards my knees. I pull away from him with force & turn away & start walking quickly away from him so he won't follow but it's already too late...I reach down & feel a wet streak along the inside seams on my jeans already. Crap... I'm still constantly flexing my butt muscles to not relax them & shit my jeans, I'm not sure if sitting down would help or not. Probably not since i wouldn't be able to clench my muscles properly at that point. I finally make it to the bathrooms but there was a lineup of about 8 people, which really isn't so bad considering I know they have a lot of stalls inside. I took my place in line right outside the doors... my legs are already feeling shaky from my upset stomach & trying to hold it all inside, "Linda... if I shit my jeans right here I'm going to die... we're gonna hace to leave the club for real" Linda's been watching my predicatment this whole time & thought it was hilariuos so far. The pressure on my butthole was almost too much at this point & it felt very damp down there but I didn't know if I was leaking liquid poo or if it was just sweat so far. It felt like I needed to fart but I really couldn't trust if it was just gas or liquid, but I needed to get some of that pressure off so bad so I thought about letting a squeeker out... so I relaxed for half a second and ... it was just gas!! I felt the brown stuff following quickly behind so I instintively pressed my hand on my butt cheeks to stop!! WHEW... what a chance I just took. Linda saw it & asked if I just shat myself, lol.
It was Super Bowl Sunday and I knew it would be a very busy day at the restaurant. I wanted to look my best so I can get
the most amount of tips since I knew there would be a lot of guys there. I put on a pair of bikini cut panties white cotton high rise panties and then I squeezed into the tightest pair shiny black jeggings I could find. I didn't want to wear a
ridiculously high heels so I put on a nice pair of sexy Flats with a lot of straps on it then I put on my lowest cut
white halter top to complete the look. I was already running late because of traffic so I didn't really have time to stop
to use the restroom once I got in. The whole restaurant with a mess and my boss saw me come in right away and
immediately put me to work to help with the Staffing issue. At this time I already really really had to pee and I could
feel my bladder was quite full but I thought to myself I can just wait till later. Well later turned into 2 hours
without a break it was that packed. All that coffee I had earlier had already filled my bladder and I was pretty
desperate to go, desperate enough that I started to press my legs together very tightly. Oh dear I thought to myself I
hope some of the other girls get here to help me relieve the waitressing. Well 15 minutes later there was no sign of
Sarah or Beatrice oh, and I was starting to get really worried. The restaurant was just hacked, slammed and there was no
way I could sneak out now. I could feel my pee right on the urge I'm coming out and I was starting to get panicky, so
I pulled up my skin tight jeggings all the way up so that the seam of my pants could push into my crotch and maybe
hold back some of my pee. Of course it didn't help that all the men were trying to flirt with me and have conversations
with me there for making my job a lot slower, while trying to look as non desperate as possible. at this point every
time I stopped to talk to someone I had to either press my legs tightly together or cross them. I don't think any
of the guys noticed because I was carrying a tray in front of me.
When I was able to, I quickly darted my hand to my crotch to give it a little push so I wouldn't leak into my panties.
Yes it was that bad, I'm literally on the verge leaking piss into my panties. At least I was wearing black pants so
hopefully it wouldn't show as much as lighter colored pants I thought to myself. A few time as I was walking, or should I
say teetering, I had to reach a hand under my tray to cup my aching bladder. I was standing there having a light conversation
with a table full of guys when all of a sudden I felt a Hot spurt of piss Escape into my panties suddenly. I gasped and looked
down and the small stream had apparently gone right through my pants since it was so hard and made a small puddle on the floor
exclamation. my pants were not wet on the sides at all but this stream just came right through the middle and onto the floor
oh no. I thought to myself I hope no one slips on my piss. I made an excuse to walk away and started going towards the kitchen oh,
maybe I can slip away and quickly piss. suddenly my boss turns the corner, sees me, and says hey Amy can you take care of this table
of 8 that just came in. yes sir I stammered but it is there time for me to take a quick break I kind of have to. my boss says just
go over there and quickly take their order. by this time I'm hobbling and I can barely take a large steps but have to keep my legs
very tightly closed and kind of teeter over as to not leak more pee into my panties.
They were so slow in deciding what they wanted for their orders and I was starting to get really shaky and nervous. There is no way
I'm going to be able to hold my bladder if I don't get to the bathroom within a minute. all of a sudden as I was writing down in order,
I felt another huge spur of hot pent-up pee come out right into my leggings oh no please don't let me have myself right here. I could
feel if he trickling down the sides of my pants and I hoped it did not show. these people were sitting right in front of me so they
could easily look down at my pants and see the glistening pee stains. At least it wasn't too noticeable since my pants were black
thank goodness. As I was hobbling around the table trying to get everyone's orders correctly, I could feel more hot piss trickling
out of me and I was powerless to stop it. I could feel it trickle down both sides of my legging so I tried to hold my tray even lower
to cover up the wetting. I hoped my face didn't give away my predicament of what was happening down there and it was so powerless
to control it. I finally managed to get all their orders and started hobbling clenching all the way towards the kitchen to give the
chef the order. As I was passing by some other customers one of the guys grabbed my arm to tell me to add more beer to their order
when all of a sudden I stumbled from the shock of it and quickly leaned on his table, but it was too late I was losing bladder
control and all of a sudden my hot pee couldn't contain itself and started completely coming out into my panties and leggings
like a waterfall. When the shock set in I realized that I have lost bladder control and I was helping my pants and my heels oh no.
I tried to clench and stop it but the flow was already going to Strong I could feel hot warm pee slowing down my leggings on both
sides wetting my butt and crotch area completely. the guys at the table looked at my face in confusion and then looked down at what
I was looking at and saw that I was completely wetting myself uncontrollably. I'm sure I was sweating and shaking at the time
and my knees buckled to try and stop it but it was too late! a huge yellow puddle
was forming on the floor underneath me and could feel the hot pee trickling into my shoes as well.
Was there for about 20 seconds in horror not knowing what to do my face to my mouth as I emptied my bladder into my skin tight leggings.
I muttered help I can't stop and started hobbling towards the kitchen. My face was beet red I'm sure and I looked back to see all
the guys at that table staring at me in shock. “Lisa come here something horrible just happened” I said,” I just wet myself I had to
go so bad and I started leaking to my piano and then all of a sudden I'm pissing myself I don't know what to do. Could you do me a
huge favor and just throw some napkins on that puddle on the floor?. I looked at my legging and somehow the pee streaks didn't
show that much since they were so dark. what a relief it felt so good as all that pent-up she I've been holding for hours just
streamed out of me and I couldn't even stop, wow. I could feel the remnants of my aching bladder was held on so long. I grabbed some
cloth napkins and try to dry off my crotch and butt area as much as I could. my boss came around the corner and asked what I was
doing as I was mopping my crotch area with a napkin. I just spilled a Coke on myself but it's okay because Lisa is helping me
clean up the mess on the floor. I looked around and realize that no one else saw me completely piss my pants on the restaurant
floor except for that group of guys and Lisa. Whew, I just averted a disaster oh, I'm so glad no one saw me lose control like that.
I thought to myself it kind of felt good to hold it for that long and being on the brink of losing control and just the relief
afterwards as I let go and it's soaked everything. maybe I'll drink an extra glass of water before I leave work today.
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