Pee 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!
Hot! Bet people didn't forget that for ages! They didn't when I wet myself. I was called Peea (rather than Mia) up until I finished school! I still piss myself now sometimes - just not so obviously!! lol. luv u peoples. mia xxx
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to wet yourself a little throughout the day and have a pair of completely soaked panties or underwear on at the end of the day.
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A similar thing happened to me when I was 13 (I'm a girl by the way). I had suddenly felt the need to pee but as it was nearing the end of class my teacher said I had to wait and I ended up soaking my panties and skirt, in front of everyone, on the way back to my seat. Everyone laughed at me and I was sent to the nurse crying. If that wasn't bad enough she made me wear a diaper for the rest of the day and I had gym next period! I tried to change under a towel but someone whisked it off me and I was lying their in just my diaper (I wasn't big enough for a bra yet). I still get called a baby girl now. Most humiliating experience of my life!
ReplyDeletewhy the nappy?,you should have been made to go nude and spanked my mom would have made me go naked and well spanked for sure
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ReplyDeleteAs a youngster I recall wetting my pants MANY times – too many to count. I thought that I’d offer a story here about a true-to-life wetting adventure. I was around 9 or 10 years old when I got my first paper route. I was to be at the newspaper office at 3 pm and was to deliver roughly 65-70 papers which would take roughly 2 hours from pickup – folding – and delivering. The real problem I had would be if I forgot to use the bathroom at the newspaper office after I finished folding and before I began delivering. When this happened I would, quite often, realize my mistake while pedaling my bicycle when the route was about half-way delivered.
ReplyDeleteIn the summertime I could deal with this while riding my bicycle. I would, simply, make sure that the canvas bag that I carried my papers in was covering the front of my pants and then I would slowly wet my pants just a little bit at a time. If I didn’t think anyone else was watching then I would discreetly lift the bag to look and see if my pants showed a tell-tale wet spot yet. Once I could see that it was obvious that I had wet my pants then I would just keep on riding and delivering without checking myself any further. When this happened I would usually be quite wet by the time I got home from my route.
My next objective was to get in the house and go up to my bedroom before encountering my mother. I would, then, put my wet jeans on the back of a chair to dry and put my wet underwear in the laundry. I figured that if I was asked about the wet underwear I would just admit to a bedwetting episode and avoid any troubles with my mom. I was always afraid of getting caught because my mom would, occasionally threaten to put me in a diaper when she did catch me with wetted pants.
When winter came this created a few more problems for me. Even if I did use the bathroom at the news office before delivering I wasn’t sure of being able to make it all the way through the route without having a serious need of a bathroom. One of the problems with winter delivery was that if the streets were ‘icy’ I couldn’t use my bicycle. This meant that I had to walk the route which took a much longer amount of time and I would need a bathroom before I finished the route. There were a few times, in the summer depending on when my need struck, when I could go behind a building or in some trees and, maybe, avoid an accident. With all of the winter clothing on this was much less possible. I still remember the first difficult winter delivery when I “lost it”.
I had finished folding my papers and dutifully went to the bathroom thinking that this would be like a summer delivery. In my mind I could deliver the papers and still get home before I needed to use the bathroom. However, as I was trudging through snow and slipping and sliding on ice I realized that this was going to take much longer than a regular day. I also realized, after it was too late, that eating snow to quench my thirst was going to result in a sudden and strong need to pee. As I trudged along I realized that I needed to pee quite badly. I also knew that there was no way I could make it home in time to avoid an accident. I also realized that with all of the winter clothing I had on (underwear, long underwear, a pair of jeans, and a snowsuit) that I would NEVER be able to get myself undressed fast enough to keep my pants dry. At this point I crouched down as if looking for something in the snow (in case someone was watching) and simply relaxed and gave in to the inevitable. The warmth of wetting was quite comforting for a few minutes until my pants cooled down. At this point it became, quite cold and uncomfortable.
A similar thing happened to me but it was when I was 14. I was walking to my friend's house, who lives about 20 minutes away from me, one cold day in January and about a mile away from her house and I realized I had to pee really bad so I started to run. But that only made it worse. when I arrived at the house I was moments away from peeing. So I knocked on the door but she took a while to answer. and then I lost control of my bladder and pee flooded my jeans. She answered moments later to see me kneeling on the floor crying. She asked me what was wrong but once she helped me up she could clearly she what I had done. She said Come in Izzy and we will clean you up. We put my cloths in the washer and I borrowed one of my friend's onsies. Thankfully her perants had gone out for a couple of hours so they didn't find out. Lucy and I watched movies for the rest of the day while my cloths dried. But it is still the most embarrassing moments of my life
DeleteI had a paper route too when I was a kid. I don't remember peeing my pants while delivering papers but I used to go from house to house once a month to collect payment. When I was 14 I was doing that and had to go to the bathroom really bad. I wasn't on my bike like I was when delivering papers but I walked from door to door on my route. I suppose I could have asked someone to use their bathroom but I guess I was too embarrassed or something. Somewhere along the way I knew I wasn't going to make it and I just started peeing in my cutoff blue jean shorts. I was right in front of a house I was about to collect from and sat down on the sidewalk right away and totally peed in my pants. The lady in the house saw me from the window. She knew what happened and when I went to her door she opened before I knocked. She knew me pretty well because I had this route for a while. She asked me right away if I had an accident. I was so embarrassed, but luckily she was nice about it and just said it happens sometimes. After that day she always asked me if I needed to go to the bathroom when I got to her house. I still had to collect from a few more houses and I got different reactions from people when they noticed my shorts were wet. I got told "shame on you" or something similar by more than one of them because I was 14 and not supposed to wet my pants anymore.
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