Toilet-Free Night: Visiting the Corner Shop

[WindowsXP]

I have the house to myself tonight. I needed to go to the corner shop to pick up some stuff. I didn't really *need* the toilet at this point but was starting to feel a slight twinge to go. So, I got the idea to wet myself going to / from the corner shop about 10 mins away from me.

I was still in my work clothes, which consisted of black trousers, white polo with a blue jumper since it's winter and quite cold out - especially at 7pm at night. I also wanted to use the fact that it was dark, wet and windy (perfect conditions for an incognito public wetting) to my advantage.

So I put my rain coat on, got my bag and sat at my desk in my office at home. The shop closes at 10 and it was only just before 7pm so I had time to spare. I figured I'd fill up on water while also sipping on my whiskey and coke. So I got chugging the water that I'd filled in a pint glass. A straw helps practically inhale it with ease and within a minute. I felt a warm dribble on my right leg, where wee had seeped out as I rapidly consumed the water. It seems my member was almost hanging out the bottom of my button-up boxers as I was surprised it had dribbled so low.

I re-adjusted myself, taking a second to sniff my fingers after handling my urine-dampened underwear, and vowed to wait until I physically could not sit still, before leaving for the shop.

My intention was to wait until I was in an unbearable amount of pain trying to sit still so that I would have a genuine fear of wetting myself before I even got to the corner shop. I prefer to wet myself on the way back to avoid having to deal with others after an accident, so the possibility of having a genuine accident before I get there adds a bit of excitement.

It gets to about 7:30 and I'm thinking of time, not wanting to leave it too late. I still have plenty of time left, of course, but I was getting impatient and as I was now at the point where I was vagrantly wriggling my legs about under the desk, I decided this was desperate enough.

One thing I forgot was that I can hold for hours (even at a desperate level), but only if I'm on the move. The need will simply subside for as long as necessary until I eventually come to a stand still for some reason. This is the problem I had en-route to the corner shop. There's a grass verge that dog walkers usually take, set back from the road / footpath. I find that if I walk on grass my need to pee shoots up to a straight 10 most of the time until I stop walking on grass. Even if I don't think I need to pee, I will violently need to when traversing any sort of green.

So wandering through this one, intentionally at snails pace and without any urgency / initial holding, resulted in my body achieving exciting levels of desperation. I was even treated to an involuntary trickle! It took a lot of determination to refrain from just letting go at that moment, but I was close to the shop so decided it'd be fun to wait a bit longer, dawdle around the shop, look at things I don't need until I start dribbling then pay for my things knowing I'd have to control myself discretely while doing so. I even purchased a bottle of water while I was there to add on to the pint I had half an hour earlier, the whiskey and coke I'd half consumed before venturing out, and the entire days consuming since I hadn't peed since 10ish in the morning when I decided to hold my morning pee in for as long as I could.

I leave the shop with the need starting to subside again. I hoped the bottle of water would tip my bladder over the edge but the truth is it wasn't even aching to begin with so I was happy to settle for a deliberate loss of control. Luckily, the ice-cold water trickling down my gullet soon sent my bladder in to a panic - especially when I had to wait to cross over the road.

There was a central reservation and making it to that without bursting was hard. I stayed still for as long as I could, long after the only car had passed. I was trying to focus on my phone to keep me stationary for longer and also distract me from my need to go, hoping that would end in disaster. I dribbled slightly and felt like my entire bladder was ready to overspill, but I quickly regained control. While at the central reservation I repeated the process although I didn't leak this time. I was intentionally keeping it in as long as possible to simulate as close to a genuine accident as I could.

Once on the other side of the road I walked straight back in to that grass verge I mentioned. It was set off the road just enough for a bit of privacy to do what I needed to do. I wondered about weeing in the bushes or at least preparing to (unzipping, getting it out and waiting, only to put it away and zip back up at the last minute - so just teasing myself, basically) against the fence border - but considering it was the fence of a primary school I decided that would be best avoided and stuck to going in my pants.

As I started dawdling through this small but long green patch, I decided to dawdle some more, taking my backpack off, fiddling with the items I'd just bought, putting the empty bottle of water I'd just demolished inside of it and then putting my backpack back on then mindlessly scrolling my phone to distract myself as much as possible to trigger my bladder - and it worked wonders almost immediately.

It started with desperation that quickly wanted to follow in to an accident, but I held off as long as I could, relying solely on my urethra muscles to hold it in. No spare hands meant no pinching. It caused a dribble but unfortunately what followed that little relief was subsidence so I put my phone away, continued walking forwards and put my hands in my coat pockets and pushed down on my stomach and bladder so the need to go was very much at the forefront of my needs. I then got my phone back out and started trying to read carefully my notifications, knowing this would trigger the accident I wanted.

And there it was - the warmth. Spreading around the crotch and down the legs, I couldn't even feel myself going after the first second of relief, I could only feel the wetness spreading further and further south until my shoes overflowed and felt utterly submerged it pee.

I looked down after the current had run dry to find my trousers well and truly drenched through. It was impressive how shiny wet they had become. I would have to wait before continuing onwards, however. Some of this grass verge is not inhibited from the street by flora and fauna, so is visible to drivers and pedestrians. I waited exactly 2 minutes, started reading my notifications in closer detail and then after the two minutes had passed, looked down to find dry-looking black trousers.

I continued on, looking forward to a shower and change of clothes once I got back. I had purchased some office clothes I liked to wear for work (the uniform is optional these days but a lot of us like to wear it so our personal clothes don't get dirty - although there's only a small chance of that happening) and I also wanted to try them on. I had considered wetting myself in them instead because it's also my favourite clothing to play with omo in, but I ended up making a night of it.

I stayed in my work uniform, refilled my bladder with 3 pint glasses of water (usually I stick to 2) and within no time I was suddenly wriggling around at my desk again. I came here and started typing up my experience, but it's taken a few hours to write because I've had to pee almost every 30-45 mins and every time I empty my bladder I stop what I'm doing to refill with another 2 or 3 pints again - while continuing to slowly drink my Jack & Coke.

I don't usually like going in bottles or containers as I don't like the image of being so engrossed in your computer you pee in containers rather than going to the toilet, but I do have a portable urinal container I got from Amazon that I used to keep in my car before I had to scrap it. I intended on filling the portable urinal up until I couldn't fit another drop in it then would be left with no option but to start using my pants (pushing it as close as I could to trigger a real accident).

I usually can't fit more than one bladder full in to the container as it usually fills 2/3 so have to be careful not to wait until I'm too desperate the second time otherwise it will overflow. I went in it before again and waited until I was starting to have a real accident after a good 1 and a half hours (which given how much I consumed when I got back was painful!) but I was able to fill it right up to the top for the first time.

So now I'm at the stage of having no other options for my toilet-free night. I've just made my tea and I'll be alone until about 5am with no toilet access and no alternatives allowed. I've also just downed 2 pints of water and have already started fidgeting desperately in my piss soaked pants. The smell of the dried in pee is really turning me on and sitting through eating my tea while also drinking my JD&C is gonna be a challenge.

[Brian]

Well, it's 9 hours since you posted that now but I guess after all those fluids you must still be peeing all the time (normally into a toilet by now?) even if you've now finally changed out of your drenched clothes. What a night you've had! Thank you so much for writing all this up for us. I like the images in my mind you've created, both from when you were out in the rain going to and from the shop and when you were back indoors typing this up while not allowing yourself to go to the toilet.

[Fred]

Those with strong bladders find it difficult or impossible to wet involuntarily, but you eventually managed it. And with repeated holds the sphincter is weakened and it's easier.

[Wombat48]

So so jealous! I'm one of those strong bladdered guys, that never loses control!

[Fred]

So so jealous! I'm one of those strong bladdered guys, that never loses control!

You do miss out on the thrill. It must be like having sex and never orgasming.

[Wombat48]

Haha! Indeed