So here's the saga of my potty accident:
After the excitement on Friday (see previous posts), I had to return back on the same long boring path. Again, I put on a Northshore GoSupreme with EVERY intent to keep it very chill. Just some sprinkles and enjoying it, subtle.
I (Drib) am VERY confident in my ability to hold my bladder. Seriously, my record is 26 hours. So I didn't think much of knocking back a small coffee, large coffee, and 1 and half large water bottles in about 3 hours.
Over the early part of that 3 hours, I was lightly wetting the pullup because, duh, fun. Enjoying humping the wet padding, stimulating my clit in the driver's seat to pass the time, listening to an omo podcast. 10/10 morning!
The sign said "Rest Area 1 mile. Next rest area 47 miles". I thought myself "I'll be fine for 47 miles!"
Those of you not riddled with horny hubris can make a prediction here.
It didn’t go to plan. Duh. The pullup was already half full. The rain sounds wouldn't stop torturing me. 47 miles passed sloooowly as everyone slowed down in the storm. My bladder screamed to be emptied.
Desperation became dribbles. Dribbles became spurts. Spurts became leaks. And the leaks got longer and longer. I was so desperate that I teared up, whimpered aloud.
Said things like "oh no, it's coming out!" And "I can't hold it!" to no one but myself.
Despite my best efforts, I had a genuine accident.
My pullup overflowed. Pee leaked out of the sides and ran down my legs. The seat of my pants were soaked, and so was the towel I sat on. I literally cried with relief while still trying to stem the tide. I wet myself right in the driver's seat.
I managed to stop before soaking the seat and my shoes. I still had to pee desperately, but was back under a little bit of control. The mythical rest area finally appeared!
Now we have critical issues.
#1, I'm still pretty desperate. If I take pressure off my pussy, I'm going to continue peeing. At this point, I'm humping the pullup, not for fun, but to keep the tsunami of piss inside me.
#2, people EVERYWHERE. How am I going to get through without them spotting my potty pants and saggy pullup butt? They're all going to see that I wet myself!
Doesn't matter, the decision was made for me
I couldn't wait any more, and piss resumed gushing. I tumbled out of the car in full view of other travelers, and waddled towards the building, the sagging pullup tugging my pants down and soaked padding forcing me to walk legs spread apart. I made it as far as the back of a small shelter for vending machines before being forced into an involuntary squat. I completely emptied my bladder into my pants only a few yards away from a bathroom.
Add another layer of humiliation!
I couldn't get back in the car covered waist to ankle in piss. I trudged back to the car to get my diaper bag and change of clothes, and then to the restroom. EVERYONE saw my soaked pants. They ALL saw my thick padded ass and my crimson red cheeks. I made direct eye contact with a woman washing her hands and watched her eyes track down to my bottom half. There was no hiding the shameful fact that I flooded my pullup and had an accident in my pants. I had to pass a staffed help desk and multiple other travelers in a tiny lobby. Even if they somehow missed my potty pants, it's a little obvious what happened when someone goes in with one outfit and comes out with another. Like a flashing billboard advertising:
She had a big potty accident!
All this to say, Jesus christ, I've never been so horny in my life.
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