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I'm 26 years old and i went most of my life without ever peeing my pants. i have an extremely vague memory of being on a playground in kindergarten and possibly wetting my undies then deciding not to tell anyone about it, and i was wearing a skirt so there was no visible wetness for anyone to see, but my mom admonished me when i got home. if memory serves though i believe i just did that because i was so young i felt it wasn't a problem to wet myself if i didn't want to go to the toilet, it wasn't like an accident or anything where i just lost control of myself. so, that was the last time in my life that i ever peed my pants- then i did it two days in a row at the age of 26. you can't predict life.
basically, i fell victim to long stretches of highway with no place to pee discretely. my long time friend brian and i drove across the country last week, east coast to west coast. just because. it just seemed like a cool adventure, and we're both young and unattached so we pooled most of the money we had and just went for it. we took the basic route google maps provides, which is pretty much I-70 to I-40- this route will take you through pennsylvania, west virginia, ohio, indiana, Illinois, missouri, oklahoma, texas, new mexico, arizona and into California. a long, long trip! most of those states you drive straight across, and they are BIG! you can't imagine how long it takes until you do it, but it is an adventure. but let me warn you....
once you hit say, Amarillo, Texas and are getting underway on the haul along I-40, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A WAY OF GOING TO THE BATHROOM IN THE CAR! Its lots and lots of desert, long long stretches of nothingness, and no bushes or anything to speak of on the side of the road. basically the perfect storm for a girl with a full bladder.... i had no conceivable way of going into something in the car, and i couldn't gather the nerve to do it on the side of the road without cover. we were about 110 miles out of santa rosa, new mexico, our next scheduled stop to sleep for the night, and i had to pee so bad that i couldn't even feel the lower half of my body. it was just the feeling of having to pee 50 gallons from my mid section to my toes, i couldn't even tell i had legs it just felt like one giant swollen bladder....i couldn't feel it at first. i didn't even know i was peeing, but i felt a warm and tingly sensation creeping along my butt crack. then this incredible sensation of warmth spread underneath my whole butt and underneath my thighs. i still didn't feel the actual sensation of peeing, just my pants getting more and more soaked. soon it felt like i was actually sitting in a puddle of warm water. i looked down and could see the dark wetness spreading to the front of my pants and down my inner thighs to my knees. when i started watching the wetness spread thats when i first started to feel the sensation of the pee coming out, but it didn't even feel that relieving. i sat there peeing almost non stop for like 5 minutes until it started to wind down to a few legthy squirts, then a couple of individual drops, before i was finally empty and felt somewhat relieved. my abdomen actually felt a bit sore from being so stetched out for so long with my over filled bladder. but man was i just glad i didn't have to pee anymore...for a minute. somehow brian didn't seem to notice the entire time i was having a monsoon in my jeans, but i was absolutely and completely soaked, and i started realizing that it was no little accident, i had peed my pants really bad and totally destroyed the carseat. after a couple of minutes of me sitting there speechless over my ordeal he looked over to see that my lap was a much darker shade of blue than other parts of my jeans... all he said was "aaahh, dude! i thought it smelled like piss in here!" and he started laughing his ass off.....I'm glad he was amused. i just kept telling him to "piss off" as a joke because he's obsessed with puns. needless to say he made fun of my relentlessly.
we came to a gas station and a diner like 45 minutes after i peed the car (what brian said i did). i got out and my jeans were ridiculously wet. from belt line to my calfs there was no dry spot on the back of my pants, and my shirt was even wet on the back. the wetness wrapped around onto my hips from my butt too. i was visibly wet from any angle you looked at me, so there was no hiding it when i went into the restaurant to change in the bathroom. that was the first time i felt pretty embarrassed...i didn't care so much about brian seeing it. but yeah, it felt so good to wipe myself down and get dry clothes on. some annoying old woman waitress said "oh hey,ya feel better sweetie?" as i was leaving. coulda done without the commentary....
i got to the car where brian was attacking my seat with a variety of cleaners he got in the gas station- he looked at me and said "we should probably just get the whole seat replaced!"
anyway, we cleaned as best we could and just covered it with a plastic bag and some towels. i made the remainder of the trip to santa rosa accident free.
the next day after spending the night in santa rosa i found myself desperate to pee again as we approached the arizona border. it didn't take as long and i never felt so desperate as i did the day before, but somehow i just couldn't hold it in again. it was kind of like my bladder had been weakened from what happened the day before. rather than just feeling it kind of flow out on its own like the first time, i actually started to lose little squirts and fight to hold on, and i pretty much just kept peeing and stopping little by little, i never fully let go and peed. at one point there was a pretty long gush that lasted about 10 seconds but again i stopped it and continued to pee in spurts. finally i was done, and i was all wet for the second time in as many days. i couldn't believe it. i sighed loudly and said "well i guess i should buy diapers for the ride back east. " brian laughed and said "are you gonna pee the car again?" i looked at him and said "i just did. he just kept laughing and saying "you've gotta be kidding!" and called it "priceless. i felt like a real winner. i didn't care as much the second time because i had already been humiliated about it, and at least this time the seat was somewhat protected from the towel and the bag.
so that was a pretty fun roadtrip, and brian has told the story to every single one of our friends who we've met up with out here. so after a lifetime of making it to the toilet without incident, the theme of my cross-country trip has become me peeing my pants. I'm gonna have to make sure for the trip back that i don't do it again....and oh by the way, the most stressful moment i had during the ride after my second wetting accident...i thought i was gonna poop, too. but i worked VERY hard not to. even though i was still in wet pants on the way to find a place to change, i did not even want to imagine pooping my pants, and i was starting to have to go pretty bad, but we got to a rest area before it got out of hand. i was probably more paranoid than anything because of my two wetting accidents...but i am very glad i did not poop myself as well.
I'm 26 years old and i went most of my life without ever peeing my pants. i have an extremely vague memory of being on a playground in kindergarten and possibly wetting my undies then deciding not to tell anyone about it, and i was wearing a skirt so there was no visible wetness for anyone to see, but my mom admonished me when i got home. if memory serves though i believe i just did that because i was so young i felt it wasn't a problem to wet myself if i didn't want to go to the toilet, it wasn't like an accident or anything where i just lost control of myself. so, that was the last time in my life that i ever peed my pants- then i did it two days in a row at the age of 26. you can't predict life.
basically, i fell victim to long stretches of highway with no place to pee discretely. my long time friend brian and i drove across the country last week, east coast to west coast. just because. it just seemed like a cool adventure, and we're both young and unattached so we pooled most of the money we had and just went for it. we took the basic route google maps provides, which is pretty much I-70 to I-40- this route will take you through pennsylvania, west virginia, ohio, indiana, Illinois, missouri, oklahoma, texas, new mexico, arizona and into California. a long, long trip! most of those states you drive straight across, and they are BIG! you can't imagine how long it takes until you do it, but it is an adventure. but let me warn you....
once you hit say, Amarillo, Texas and are getting underway on the haul along I-40, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A WAY OF GOING TO THE BATHROOM IN THE CAR! Its lots and lots of desert, long long stretches of nothingness, and no bushes or anything to speak of on the side of the road. basically the perfect storm for a girl with a full bladder.... i had no conceivable way of going into something in the car, and i couldn't gather the nerve to do it on the side of the road without cover. we were about 110 miles out of santa rosa, new mexico, our next scheduled stop to sleep for the night, and i had to pee so bad that i couldn't even feel the lower half of my body. it was just the feeling of having to pee 50 gallons from my mid section to my toes, i couldn't even tell i had legs it just felt like one giant swollen bladder....i couldn't feel it at first. i didn't even know i was peeing, but i felt a warm and tingly sensation creeping along my butt crack. then this incredible sensation of warmth spread underneath my whole butt and underneath my thighs. i still didn't feel the actual sensation of peeing, just my pants getting more and more soaked. soon it felt like i was actually sitting in a puddle of warm water. i looked down and could see the dark wetness spreading to the front of my pants and down my inner thighs to my knees. when i started watching the wetness spread thats when i first started to feel the sensation of the pee coming out, but it didn't even feel that relieving. i sat there peeing almost non stop for like 5 minutes until it started to wind down to a few legthy squirts, then a couple of individual drops, before i was finally empty and felt somewhat relieved. my abdomen actually felt a bit sore from being so stetched out for so long with my over filled bladder. but man was i just glad i didn't have to pee anymore...for a minute. somehow brian didn't seem to notice the entire time i was having a monsoon in my jeans, but i was absolutely and completely soaked, and i started realizing that it was no little accident, i had peed my pants really bad and totally destroyed the carseat. after a couple of minutes of me sitting there speechless over my ordeal he looked over to see that my lap was a much darker shade of blue than other parts of my jeans... all he said was "aaahh, dude! i thought it smelled like piss in here!" and he started laughing his ass off.....I'm glad he was amused. i just kept telling him to "piss off" as a joke because he's obsessed with puns. needless to say he made fun of my relentlessly.
we came to a gas station and a diner like 45 minutes after i peed the car (what brian said i did). i got out and my jeans were ridiculously wet. from belt line to my calfs there was no dry spot on the back of my pants, and my shirt was even wet on the back. the wetness wrapped around onto my hips from my butt too. i was visibly wet from any angle you looked at me, so there was no hiding it when i went into the restaurant to change in the bathroom. that was the first time i felt pretty embarrassed...i didn't care so much about brian seeing it. but yeah, it felt so good to wipe myself down and get dry clothes on. some annoying old woman waitress said "oh hey,ya feel better sweetie?" as i was leaving. coulda done without the commentary....
i got to the car where brian was attacking my seat with a variety of cleaners he got in the gas station- he looked at me and said "we should probably just get the whole seat replaced!"
anyway, we cleaned as best we could and just covered it with a plastic bag and some towels. i made the remainder of the trip to santa rosa accident free.
the next day after spending the night in santa rosa i found myself desperate to pee again as we approached the arizona border. it didn't take as long and i never felt so desperate as i did the day before, but somehow i just couldn't hold it in again. it was kind of like my bladder had been weakened from what happened the day before. rather than just feeling it kind of flow out on its own like the first time, i actually started to lose little squirts and fight to hold on, and i pretty much just kept peeing and stopping little by little, i never fully let go and peed. at one point there was a pretty long gush that lasted about 10 seconds but again i stopped it and continued to pee in spurts. finally i was done, and i was all wet for the second time in as many days. i couldn't believe it. i sighed loudly and said "well i guess i should buy diapers for the ride back east. " brian laughed and said "are you gonna pee the car again?" i looked at him and said "i just did. he just kept laughing and saying "you've gotta be kidding!" and called it "priceless. i felt like a real winner. i didn't care as much the second time because i had already been humiliated about it, and at least this time the seat was somewhat protected from the towel and the bag.
so that was a pretty fun roadtrip, and brian has told the story to every single one of our friends who we've met up with out here. so after a lifetime of making it to the toilet without incident, the theme of my cross-country trip has become me peeing my pants. I'm gonna have to make sure for the trip back that i don't do it again....and oh by the way, the most stressful moment i had during the ride after my second wetting accident...i thought i was gonna poop, too. but i worked VERY hard not to. even though i was still in wet pants on the way to find a place to change, i did not even want to imagine pooping my pants, and i was starting to have to go pretty bad, but we got to a rest area before it got out of hand. i was probably more paranoid than anything because of my two wetting accidents...but i am very glad i did not poop myself as well.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Ciara
Yesterday morning, I went into the restroom to pee and poop. As I was pushing out some soft turds, I heard a girl come out of a stall and another girl go into the same stall. She sat down and peed for a good minute and a half. I also heard a long fart from her. As I was washing my hands, her peeing slowly stopped. I didn't hear anything for a few seconds, then I suddenly her a loud KER-PLOP! About a few seconds later, there was another KER-PLOP! She wiped herself and flushed, and when she came out, I noticed that she was wearing nothing but a towel and assumed that she wanted to relieve herself before she showered. She left without washing her hands, and I went back to my dorm to get ready for class.
The End
The End
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Karen great peeing story and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Leanne as always another great set of stories the first one sounds like you had a pretty good dump and getting to your friend poop as well and your second story it sounds like your friend Clare was very desperate and lucky she made it to the bathroom without having an accident and your last one great story about you and your friend Emma taking big dumps together and I bet you both felt great after that and as always I look forward to your next post thank.
To: Rachel first welcome to the site and great story about you pooping at school and hearing other girls pooping to and that rule your school has can be bery bad for people who always go at the same time every day or if someone is sick but that would be the execption for the rules and great story about pooping outdoor in that outdoor toilet and getting to hear your friend pooping as well and I look forward to any stories you will post here thanks.
To: Cindy Shitter first welcome and great story at least you didnt have a full blown accident and from the sounds of it would have been a real mess to clean up and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Goldeneye it sounds like you might have a good story to tell after you poop and please post and since I dont have a room mate my best advice is to just fart in front of them and see what there reaction is and its the derect aproach and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Sportsfan as always another great story about hearing a woman go to the bathroom it sounds like she really had to go and as I said before thats would I love about portapoties tney arent sound proof and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Stephanie as always another great story it sounds like your friend really had to go and was lucky to make it to the bathroom and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Desperate To Poop as always another great it sounds like you had a tough time with that soft poop and yeah I hate that because it forever to get clean and just when you think you are done wiping you squeeze a little more out and have to start the wiping process all over again and I end using alot of toilet paper and still end up sometimes with skidmarks and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now
sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
To: Leanne as always another great set of stories the first one sounds like you had a pretty good dump and getting to your friend poop as well and your second story it sounds like your friend Clare was very desperate and lucky she made it to the bathroom without having an accident and your last one great story about you and your friend Emma taking big dumps together and I bet you both felt great after that and as always I look forward to your next post thank.
To: Rachel first welcome to the site and great story about you pooping at school and hearing other girls pooping to and that rule your school has can be bery bad for people who always go at the same time every day or if someone is sick but that would be the execption for the rules and great story about pooping outdoor in that outdoor toilet and getting to hear your friend pooping as well and I look forward to any stories you will post here thanks.
To: Cindy Shitter first welcome and great story at least you didnt have a full blown accident and from the sounds of it would have been a real mess to clean up and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Goldeneye it sounds like you might have a good story to tell after you poop and please post and since I dont have a room mate my best advice is to just fart in front of them and see what there reaction is and its the derect aproach and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Sportsfan as always another great story about hearing a woman go to the bathroom it sounds like she really had to go and as I said before thats would I love about portapoties tney arent sound proof and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Stephanie as always another great story it sounds like your friend really had to go and was lucky to make it to the bathroom and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Desperate To Poop as always another great it sounds like you had a tough time with that soft poop and yeah I hate that because it forever to get clean and just when you think you are done wiping you squeeze a little more out and have to start the wiping process all over again and I end using alot of toilet paper and still end up sometimes with skidmarks and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now
sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Thursday, November 3, 2011
TRUE STORY
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when I was around sixteen I worked part time in Tesco’s, I was on the
drinks section, a new girl started after about me being there for 6
months or so she was in the year above at my school, she was not
stunning to look at but was olive skinned and sexy in a dirty way, I’ve
always been into butts as long as I can remember. She had a curvy bum
and slim figure, we used to wear black trousers and shirt, the girls a
black skirt and blouse, this girl always wore black trousers, always
tight over her bum, she had the type of bum that was hungry and her
knicker and trousers always went up it. It was the late 80s so vpl was
more common, anyway she was not shy and spent a lot of time digging
her knickers out of her arse, all the guys lusted over her as she was
sluty and dirty looking. She worked on my section and we got on well,
this particular day it was a sat in July and was boiling all day , her
trousers were especially clingy due to the heat , I could not keep my
eyes of her but, when she bent to open the carton.
drinks section, a new girl started after about me being there for 6
months or so she was in the year above at my school, she was not
stunning to look at but was olive skinned and sexy in a dirty way, I’ve
always been into butts as long as I can remember. She had a curvy bum
and slim figure, we used to wear black trousers and shirt, the girls a
black skirt and blouse, this girl always wore black trousers, always
tight over her bum, she had the type of bum that was hungry and her
knicker and trousers always went up it. It was the late 80s so vpl was
more common, anyway she was not shy and spent a lot of time digging
her knickers out of her arse, all the guys lusted over her as she was
sluty and dirty looking. She worked on my section and we got on well,
this particular day it was a sat in July and was boiling all day , her
trousers were especially clingy due to the heat , I could not keep my
eyes of her but, when she bent to open the carton.
You got a good outline of her panties, up her bum.
I was mesmerized as she kept bending over that she caught me looking.
she blatantly said her knickers were pissing her off as they were all
hot and sweaty and felt annoying as they were stuck to her, I said
jokingly your always picking at them what was so different about
today, she said it was the heat and they felt hot and sweaty between
are arse cheeks, they were irritating her arse hole and it was itchy.
Also one side of her gusset kept getting stuck in her fanny. This
story is totally true hand on heart; she said if we went to the stock
room could I pull them out of her bum. I was breathless and said yes
if it would help. My cock was fit to burst, we went up to the stock
room and there was a sectioned bit with the drinks was stacked. We
got up there and she stood straight so her knickers were deep in her
crack. Go on then she said, are you sure go on before I change my
mind. I gingerly put my hand on her bum, it was really hot and
sweaty, she
I was mesmerized as she kept bending over that she caught me looking.
she blatantly said her knickers were pissing her off as they were all
hot and sweaty and felt annoying as they were stuck to her, I said
jokingly your always picking at them what was so different about
today, she said it was the heat and they felt hot and sweaty between
are arse cheeks, they were irritating her arse hole and it was itchy.
Also one side of her gusset kept getting stuck in her fanny. This
story is totally true hand on heart; she said if we went to the stock
room could I pull them out of her bum. I was breathless and said yes
if it would help. My cock was fit to burst, we went up to the stock
room and there was a sectioned bit with the drinks was stacked. We
got up there and she stood straight so her knickers were deep in her
crack. Go on then she said, are you sure go on before I change my
mind. I gingerly put my hand on her bum, it was really hot and
sweaty, she
you’re going to really dig deep there really wedged , I gained
confidence and got my finger right in her crack, how erotic was this,
I felt the tight knickers between the cheeks, they were really tight in
her crack, I really dug to get under the elastic but they were so
taught I could get a grip on them, I tried again and my finger went
slipped , she sighed as I poked into her arsehole a little bit, sorry
I said it was an accident, don’t worry it’s okay , but you’ve wedged them
even more now they feel horribly uncomfortable , you need to bend over
a bit your arse cheeks are too tight to get a grip, shall I bend over
she said , yes bend over the shelf , she done this and he bum cheeks
splayed , you could see the tight cotton outline against her pussy and
bum crevice, hurry up then before anyone comes, imp worried I might put
my finger in your but by accident again, yeah you perv clearly getting
of on the whole thing, I tried getting a grip on the elastic and felt
the warm furrow of her sweaty pussy , I finally got a grip
confidence and got my finger right in her crack, how erotic was this,
I felt the tight knickers between the cheeks, they were really tight in
her crack, I really dug to get under the elastic but they were so
taught I could get a grip on them, I tried again and my finger went
slipped , she sighed as I poked into her arsehole a little bit, sorry
I said it was an accident, don’t worry it’s okay , but you’ve wedged them
even more now they feel horribly uncomfortable , you need to bend over
a bit your arse cheeks are too tight to get a grip, shall I bend over
she said , yes bend over the shelf , she done this and he bum cheeks
splayed , you could see the tight cotton outline against her pussy and
bum crevice, hurry up then before anyone comes, imp worried I might put
my finger in your but by accident again, yeah you perv clearly getting
of on the whole thing, I tried getting a grip on the elastic and felt
the warm furrow of her sweaty pussy , I finally got a grip
and yanked them out , they feel really sweaty , anyway I managed to
pull them out over her bum , I could not be sure but I am sure I could
smell her sweaty panties. I really thought I was going to get to fuck
her but no she thanked me and we went back down stairs, by the time we
get back down she exclaimed my fucking knickers are up my arse again,
I said do you want me to pull them out again no I’m just going to grin
a bear it as its pointless as they ride straight back up, all
afternoon she would bend and pick and bend totally teasing me.
pull them out over her bum , I could not be sure but I am sure I could
smell her sweaty panties. I really thought I was going to get to fuck
her but no she thanked me and we went back down stairs, by the time we
get back down she exclaimed my fucking knickers are up my arse again,
I said do you want me to pull them out again no I’m just going to grin
a bear it as its pointless as they ride straight back up, all
afternoon she would bend and pick and bend totally teasing me.
after that I never got anymore knicker picking only got to perv
visually , she even said she had to through her knickers away as my
finger had given her a skid mark when it went in her bum .
visually , she even said she had to through her knickers away as my
finger had given her a skid mark when it went in her bum .
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