This story was posted in the comments of story 8:
I'm 21 and a graduate student. Wednesday, on the bus on my way to classes, I really had to pee. I held it for as long as I could. Finally, it started leaking out. So, I quietly peed my pants on the bus. No one noticed until got off the bus I peed on to get on the return bus home. I was wet, and left a big puddle on the floor. I really had to go.
I'm really prone to accidents and tend to pee in my pants a lot. But, I rarely totally pee my pants like that. It's usually just a little leaking when I am in a twist for the toilette. Or, if I've been out clubbing and partying a little too much, depending on how much I've had to drink, I will pee my pants more than my usual little leaking. But, I rarely totally pee my pants. I've spent the last four years working very closely with my gynecologist and a urologist to stop peeing on myself during the day, and wetting my bed at night. And, I haven't peed my bed but twice this entire year. That's a big improvement for me from just high school, when I was wetting my bed a lot more often (2-3 nights every week). I'm working on my day leaks. And, for my efforts, I probably hadn't totally peed on myself in a while. I had been making it to the toilette without peeing on myself even a leaky bit. I had been a big girl!
Then came Wednesday. I mean, I did have more coffee than I probably should've drank before getting on the bus, knowing my bladder as well as I do. But, I never anticipated that the bus was going to be stuck in traffic behind an accident for nearly an hour. I wiggled and squirmed, holding myself tightly with both hands as much as I could. But, after about forty-five minutes, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and totally peed my pants. I was extra, EXTRA embarrassed. I missed my 8:00 class. And, now everyone who rides the bus with me will know me as that chick who peed her pants.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, January 21, 2008
Pee my Pants Story 8
This story was in the comments of a previous post. No name attached.
I am a guy,& here's my story..I was working late one night,& had been drinking a lot of coffee.I suddenly realized that I had to pee really bad.I was in the shipping department doing the billing, so I checked the computer, & found I only had one more order to bill.
I asked one of the shippers how long, & he said about 2 mins..So I decided to wait..The 2 mins turned into 10, & I was literally dancing by the time I got the last bill..I hurriedly finished it up, then had to print a bill of lading for 2 sep. trucks, & a shortage report for our sales reps..By now I could almost feel it trickling down my legs, & I had to keep dancing or I would pee my pants for sure..
I had to walk down a corridor, & thru a doorway into the main part of the office. I reached the washrooms, but decided to put my papers on the fax machine & photocopier so that they would send & print while I went to the washroom. Big mistake..As it was evening, & the office fairly dark, I made my way to the mailroom, but as I walked in to find the light switch, someone had put this lifesize cardboard figure of an athlete inside the doorway..It startled me so bad, & the fact that I just stopped dead in my tracks,That it was a few seconds before I realized I was peeing in my jeans.
I was already quite wet by the time I got things under control, so I quickly got my papers copied & faxed, then ste the bills & bills of lading where the truckdrivers could get them, & ran out to my car..
Once there, I realized I still had to pee, but being wet already, I just finished wetting my pants by my car. No one was home when I got there, so I put my wet pants & underwear in the washing machine, had a shower, & no one ever knew that I had totally peed my pants at work...
I am a guy,& here's my story..I was working late one night,& had been drinking a lot of coffee.I suddenly realized that I had to pee really bad.I was in the shipping department doing the billing, so I checked the computer, & found I only had one more order to bill.
I asked one of the shippers how long, & he said about 2 mins..So I decided to wait..The 2 mins turned into 10, & I was literally dancing by the time I got the last bill..I hurriedly finished it up, then had to print a bill of lading for 2 sep. trucks, & a shortage report for our sales reps..By now I could almost feel it trickling down my legs, & I had to keep dancing or I would pee my pants for sure..
I had to walk down a corridor, & thru a doorway into the main part of the office. I reached the washrooms, but decided to put my papers on the fax machine & photocopier so that they would send & print while I went to the washroom. Big mistake..As it was evening, & the office fairly dark, I made my way to the mailroom, but as I walked in to find the light switch, someone had put this lifesize cardboard figure of an athlete inside the doorway..It startled me so bad, & the fact that I just stopped dead in my tracks,That it was a few seconds before I realized I was peeing in my jeans.
I was already quite wet by the time I got things under control, so I quickly got my papers copied & faxed, then ste the bills & bills of lading where the truckdrivers could get them, & ran out to my car..
Once there, I realized I still had to pee, but being wet already, I just finished wetting my pants by my car. No one was home when I got there, so I put my wet pants & underwear in the washing machine, had a shower, & no one ever knew that I had totally peed my pants at work...
Pee (Peed) my Pants Story 7
I was in the classroom aged around 14. I was really desperate and my friends Tyeeshka, Louisa ad Zacharia noticed my eyes were watering. "Whats up Elly?" Said Ty "I need to pee!" I whispered back. I had a bright idea then, "Miss," I called "I have something in my eye can I go to the bathroom?" "NO!" Came Miss Hather's reply. I held it!
Walking to the bus was a HUGE problem when I was about to wet myself!!! I sat on the bus and relaxed. OOOPS! Pee soaked my panties and my trousers. All the kids laughed like hell!
I told them to shut up! They didn't! Weeks and weeks later was still being teased. When I got home from my pee antics mum was not pleased and made me act like a baby. She even made me go to the store in a Barbie nappy - ONLY A BARBIE NAPPY! - I was FOURTEEN!
Pee (Peed) my Pants Story 6
This is a funny one. Posted in comment section of story 3.
I have several stories I could tell. One I remember vividly is when I was 15, and my mom actually told me to pee in my pants. I was in the back seat of our car and we were driving to Phoenix from Tucson, which took over two hours I think. I had shorts on, the short kind we used to wear in the 70's, and I had to go bad. I told my mom about it, and at first she said to wait until she needed gas. She had over a half of a tank, and I said that I couldn't wait that long. She told me to just go in my pants if I couldn't wait. I couldn't believe she said that, but as I was really desperate, sitting cross legged on the seat, I just peed in my pants. She eventually did stop just before we got to Phoenix, and I changed my shorts in the bathroom.
Pee my Pants Story 5
I am a guy and this is my pee pants story.
I must have been 11 or 12 years old. Much too old to pee your pants. I was walking home from school, and I didn't use the bathroom in school that day. All the walk home I had to pee real real bad. I was walking fast, hurrying to get home, using my interior muscles to hold it in, until I got to the doorstep of my house. Just as I was ringing the bell I lost it, and completely flooded my khaky shorts which was our school uniform.
Just as I was finishing peeing, my mother opened the door. I was crying and she gave me a hug and told me that these things happen, not to fuzz about it.
Pee my Pants Story 4
This is what happened to me about two weeks ago..(Posted July 16, 2007)
When me and my friends arrived at school, I had to go - BAD! But we were late for class, so I had to hold it. When we walked into the classroom we were 10 minutes late and our teacher was yelling at us.
When we finally had a lunch break, our teacher told me and my two friends to stay for a while! I had to pee really bad now, so I asked my teacher if I could just go to the bathroom. But my teacher believed that I was trying to get away, so she didn´t let me go to the bathroom. Our teacher said that we had to stay and take a math-test in a 10-minute time. I knew I wasn´t able to hold it that long, so I once again asked my teacher if I could use the bathroom. First, she hesitated a little when she saw me bouncing up-and-down on my chair, but then she said NO. I putted my hand between my legs and tried to hold the stream in. I decided to pee - just a little - to relief some pressure. About five drops dripped into my panties, but now that the flood had started, I couldn´t stop. I peed a little more and now you could see a small dark spot on my pants. I tried desperately not to pee my pants. One of my friends noticed the little dark spot and looked at me as I was struggling to hold the rest of the pee in. I started crying as I felt the warm pee tickling down my legs. I stood up and screamed to the teacher,"Look what you´ve done!"
The teacher looked at me with a very surprised look and then said, "Oh, I´m so sorry! I believed you were trying to get away when you said you needed to go to the bathroom!" I grabbed my bag and ran home as fast as I could. There were many people at the streets, so I pulled my shirt down and ran even faster. When I got home, the door was locked and I didn´t had a key. My mom had probably went to the store and would be back any minute. When she arrived she saw me sitting at the doorstep with my new jeans completely soaked. She understood what happened, and after I changed my pants, Mom convinced me to go back to school.
PS. I´m from Europe so my English may not be that good, but I hope you understood anyway!
Pee my Pants Story 3
Okay, okay…I’ll write you mine! Hehe (by Jamie J)
I had to be about 13 or so—8th grade I think. I rode the bus home alone from school because my sister was in High School and on the Volleyball team. We were the last stop on the route that took over 45 minutes. School got out around 2:15 and the bus stopped roughly 1/3 of a mile away from my house. We would get dropped off shortly after 3:00 and it would take me 10 or so minutes to get home from there. Because of this I ALWAYS went to the bathroom right after last period. For some reason this one day I didn’t. I must have been late getting out of class and had to race to the bus for some reason, I don’t remember exactly. So anyway, I’m sitting there on the bus and that urge comes. You know the kind you just cannot ignore—and we still had over half the bus ride to go. So do anything I can to try to hold it. I cross my legs, change my position, think of not-water. FINALLY we get to the bus stop and I jump off and start off trying to run full speed home.
I mean how well can you run when you are trying to hold it in? Not very well. Not to mention that stupid backpack bouncing up and down. I hate running with backpacks. Anyway, so I’m hurrying as fast as I can to get home, but a street away from mine, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I just let it go. There was no other choice at this point. It was too much and too painful for me to hold in. I walked home quickly with my head down and hung my backpack far down over my butt so the passing cars wouldn’t see what I had done. Luckily I didn’t walk on too busy of a street. I remember sneaking into the house as quietly as I could and hurriedly changing my clothes. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t tell anyone what happened. I guess it’s been long enough.
I had to be about 13 or so—8th grade I think. I rode the bus home alone from school because my sister was in High School and on the Volleyball team. We were the last stop on the route that took over 45 minutes. School got out around 2:15 and the bus stopped roughly 1/3 of a mile away from my house. We would get dropped off shortly after 3:00 and it would take me 10 or so minutes to get home from there. Because of this I ALWAYS went to the bathroom right after last period. For some reason this one day I didn’t. I must have been late getting out of class and had to race to the bus for some reason, I don’t remember exactly. So anyway, I’m sitting there on the bus and that urge comes. You know the kind you just cannot ignore—and we still had over half the bus ride to go. So do anything I can to try to hold it. I cross my legs, change my position, think of not-water. FINALLY we get to the bus stop and I jump off and start off trying to run full speed home.
I mean how well can you run when you are trying to hold it in? Not very well. Not to mention that stupid backpack bouncing up and down. I hate running with backpacks. Anyway, so I’m hurrying as fast as I can to get home, but a street away from mine, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I just let it go. There was no other choice at this point. It was too much and too painful for me to hold in. I walked home quickly with my head down and hung my backpack far down over my butt so the passing cars wouldn’t see what I had done. Luckily I didn’t walk on too busy of a street. I remember sneaking into the house as quietly as I could and hurriedly changing my clothes. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t tell anyone what happened. I guess it’s been long enough.
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