These are my real pee stories: eight times I held too long, ran out of options and my bladder made the decision for me, from a packed bus when I was nineteen to a birthday sauna with no toilet. Every one of them happened… Some are on video right here on this page. 💦
I’m Mochi. If you’ve read my pee desperation story about the last train home, you know I like making things up sometimes. Not here. This page is the true stuff, told short, with a link to the full version wherever I wrote one. Some are embarrassing. Some are hot. Most are both, which is pretty much the whole reason I do what I do. 😇
1. The Pool Chair
A hot day, hours on a sun chair, water and juice, and zero attention on my bladder until it was way too late. The toilet was on the other side somewhere, too long of a walk in a bikini, with a very full bladder, past everyone. So I kept telling myself one more minute.
The first leak went straight through the bikini before I could stop it. I somehow tried to hold it back… but I just gave up and let it run down through the chair with my legs spread for you to watch. I hope nobody around could tell, because my pee running down made quite a bit of a sound.
More in my bikini wetting at the pool post.
2. The Fitting Room
I’d been holding since the second shop, because stopping to find a toilet kills your shopping mood… and I always think I’ve got more time than I do. I queued for the fitting room doing the shuffle, got into the cabinet, closed the curtain, and recognized it was a bad idea as I really needed to piss at that point.
Trying the new clothes without panties didn’t make it any better and once I started leaking a bit it was definitely too late. I just sat down on the bench with my legs apart and let go on the floor. Big puddle… I tried to clean it up with some towels from my bag, put my clothes back on and left. The attendant nodded at me on the way out. I nodded back and bought a coffee.
The whole thing is in my fitting room pee accident post.
3. The Highway Services That Were Closed
This one doesn’t end in a wetting, but it’s one of the worst holds I’ve had. Two hours of highway ahead, and about 40 minutes in my bladder was already done with me. I told myself I’d stop at the next services. The next services were closed. Like properly closed, cones across the road… dark building.
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