oh no...

-Trying to squirm subtly because they’re right next to the driver, bouncing slightly in the seat, adjusting position, shaking their legs.

-Someone trying really hard not to grab their crotch because it’s embarrasing and makes it obvious they need to go, but at a bad spasm they’re forced to. The driver notices and asks them if they need to go to which they either shyly admit feeling silly they had to be asked like a child or shake their head and look even more like a child denying they need to go when they clearly do.

-Someone waiting until they’ve already dribbled to ask for a rest stop. The driver says sure there’s one in fifteen minutes, but they’ve waited so long already they wet themselves after ten. 

-Alternatively, never asking for a rest stop and slowly leaking the whole journey. They never fully lose control but by the time they’re at their destination they’ve leaked enough that there’s a wet patch on their pants and seat, and they don’t want to get up because then the driver and other passengers will know what’s happened.

-The pee making a puddle on a leather seat and running over the edge or soaking into a cloth seat making a big wet patch

-Someone making it to the rest stop and running in only to lose it before they can undo their belt and being forced to walk back to the car in soaked pants. 

Hey but seriously, think about this.

- Accidental wetting/leaking in a library setting where it’s so quiet every drop can be heard like it’s 1000lbs on the floor.

-Someone loosing control in the middle of an aisle of books when the library becomes crowded. It starts off slow, barely noticable, but soon everyone in the place can hear their soft embarrassed sniffles and the faint ‘hissssss’ of the flow staining their pants and the ground below them. Patrons turn their head to see the person, red with embarrassment, attempting in vain to cover their teary face or their huge leak with a small novel.

- Someone during a hold having to go so so badly while a librarian is talking to them and reccomending new books or helping them find something. They shift around, grabbing at their pants as discreetly as they can while making stuttered excuses : “t-thank you but really I must - I’ve got to go now, I think I have w-what I was looking for-”

-A College/Gradschool student who’s been in the library all day to complete some research paper without a bathroom break slowly getting more and more desperate, and convincing themselves they don’t need to go until it’s too late.

-Said student ^ starting out fine but becoming truly and utterly fucked as time goes on. They become more stiff, more ridged, and more squirmy in their seat, trying to grind themselves into the chair to get the friction to stop them from exploding.

-It becoming so bad that the student realizes they won’t be able to make it to the bathroom without peeing themselves in front of everyone. They try to get up once, immediately fall back down with a loud whimper or a yelp, desperately holding their tummy or crotch as to not start to leak.

-Student starts to get teary eyed with stress and embarrassment.

-Librarian or someone with them comes up around them, thinking they’re sick or upset, places a firm hand on their abdomen over the students own to ask “hey, are you alright…? You’ve been here all day, maybe it’s time to take a break?” And the pressure causes them to completely loose control, peeing all over themselves, the chair, and possibly the person involved.

Rena and I were on a date at the movie theatre. We decided to skip the popcorn. We just bought our tickets and were about to go inside the theatre room when I spoke up. “I need to use the bathroom first.” It had been awhile since I’d gone last.

We went over to the bathrooms to find a small line running out of the mens. It seemed that most of the stalls were out of order. I was in line waiting while Rena went into the woman’s. I was still waiting when she came back out.

“Maybe there’s a second bathroom I could use?”

“It doesn’t look like it. Just wait here.”

“We might miss the beginning of the movie.”

“Jesse, you said you needed to go.” She knew about my accidents but I didn’t want to keep her back.

“I’m fine.” I stepped out of line and we headed inside the theatre. Thank God we didn’t buy soda.

I was okay for most of the movie. Staying in one position helped me hold. I did have to squeeze myself a few times. I hoped Rena was too focussed on the movie to notice. Near the end I leaked quite a bit. I felt the cushion under me grow mushy. The darkness of the room prevented me, and more importantly anyone else, from seeing the wet patch but I knew one was there.

When the credits rolled I stood up and lowered the hem of my shirt to cover it. I still needed to pee badly. I couldn’t make it somewhere outside the theatre.

Rena and I returned to the bathrooms. I was so visibly desperate as I waited in line. I was grabbing myself and squirming. I made hissing noises too. People around were looking.

The line moved and soon I was inside the actual bathroom but shortly after progressing to that point my bladder gave out a second time. It emptied all of it’s contents into my jeans. It dampened my shirt as well. The men around me stared.

I grasped myself again and again. I couldn’t piss myself here. Not again, in front of these people. I tried so hard to contain myself but I just couldn’t. I started peeing myself.

It was too much. I couldn’t stop the flow. It spilled through my jeans and puddled on the floor beneath me.

The gym was pretty empty when I got there. There were only a few guys and most of them were lifting weights. I decided to start my workout lifting weights as well. I don’t normally go to the gym so my upper body strength isn’t the best. As the gym became more packed I moved onto leg work since that was far less embarrassing.

It was my first time going to an open gym. I had never seen these guys and probably won’t ever again but watching them lift so much made me feel out of place. I basically just got here so I wanted to stay much longer. I hopped onto a treadmill.

I started running. The draw strings of my grey sweatpants bounced all around. The tips had metal on them and it was quite annoying how they flung in between my legs. I slowed the machine to a walking pace and tightened them up with a double knot. I started running again and did so for quite awhile.

I continued to keep myself hydrated with my water bottle, taking walking breaks every once in awhile. More and more guys came into the gym as the day went on. It was nearing lunch time so it was a bit surprising so many people were here.

I was quite tired now after running for so long. I slowed the machine to a stop and took large swigs of my water to cool myself down. I then went into the locker rooms. My shirt was pretty damp. I should have thought ahead and brought a change of clothes but what I was wearing was all I had. I grabbed a deodorant stick out of my bag as I put my finished water bottle back in. I wiped my forehead with a towel.

I wanted to use the bathroom before I drove home but when I left the locker rooms and went into the bathroom I saw the urinals were all occupied. There was no line but I didn’t want to piss right next to a guy so I left thinking I barely needed to go.

I shoved my bag in the backseat and started up the car. After backing out of the parking space, I was on my way. I made it onto the highway when I switched on the radio. A break in the songs took place. They announced an accident in the road. It was just before my exit.

‘Oh no’ I thought. Would the traffic be bad? It’s too late to go home a different way. I became instantly nervous about my small need to pee. I regretted not going at the gym. I just had to stick through until I got home though.

Sure enough the vehicles ahead of me slowed. The cars never came to a full stop but both lanes were moving pretty slow. My nerves mad me tense my bladder muscles up more than I needed to. My bladder was slowly filling though.

I reached the scene of the car accident. There was only one lane and drivers were moving slow to get a look at the wreckage. I didn’t want to look at it out of fear of having my own little accident.

After passing the cars became more spaced out and we were moving faster. I got to my exit after quite the delay. I came to a red light and started squeezing myself. I really had to go.

I shouldn’t have drank so much water. I should have just used the bathroom at the gym. I felt so stupid as I sat in the drivers seat squirming. My attention was divided in two. I had to focus on the road while still trying not to wet myself.

I thought about stopping into a gas station or fast food shop to use their bathroom but figured it’d take too long. Besides, what if there’s was out of order or something of the like. I felt much more comfortable going at home.

I came to another red light and gave myself much more forceful squeezes. I needed it to turn green already. My subdivision was so close. The light turned and my reaction was quick and thankful. I felt like I could make it now. I turned on my street and then into my driveway and parked.

I grabbed my bag out of the backseat. I was too busy focussing on holding myself that I didn’t notice there was no other car in the driveway until I tried opening the door and it was locked. My family was out. I wrestled with my keys to open the door.

After getting inside I dropped my bag and ran up the stairs to the bathroom without taking my sneakers off. I opened the door quickly and tried to pull my sweatpants down. I was frantically squirming. I couldn’t get them off.

I tried to untie my drawstrings but wasnt able to due to not being able to let go of my dick. If I stopped grabbing, i’d wet myself. I struggled getting it undone with only my left hand.

I tried getting my pants down. I was moving too much trying to hold it in. I started peeing before I could get them off. The light grey became darker as I struggled to stop my flow. My pants just kept getting more and more wet before I realized it was hopeless. I let myself go and kept peeing as I finally got my pants down. I finished the rest off in the toilet.

“I don’t have accidents!”

Trying to act helpful but in that knowing way, “oh no whats wrong :(”

Kissing, touching, maybe even a hand pressing on their partner’s bladder, “I just want to help, tell me what’s wrong, baby”

I freaking love it!!! 

Aaaa, like a character who acts like nothing spooks them, but then they’re with others and they’re all watching something spooky or somewhere a bit unnerving (like an abandoned building or smth) and they act as the rock for the other who is outwardly scared but no one knows they’re secretly scared. 

So the night end and it’s dark out and they have to pee pretty badly, they try to act all nonchalance while they go pee but they’re walking by themselves and they feel the hairs on the back of their neck standing up, their mind is amplifying every creak, making them weary, then a noise or something just sends them over the edge and they practically fall back from fear and try to scatter away but theyre frozen in spot as urine begins to hiss down their legs as fear over takes them 👀

ie.

a: “i had an accident.”

b: “what kind of accident?”

a: “i wet my pants”

b: “wet them with what? did you spill something?”

a: “no, i peed.”

b: “where did you pee?”

 Like sleepy characters just in total content sitting on their s/o’s lap while they doze off and accidentally wet themselves?

 Desperate characters being pulled onto another character’s lap [Either knowingly or un-knowingly to character A’s situation]?

Spooked out characters fear wetting and the other character comforting them, even if they themselves are getting wet too?

I didn’t just pee my jammies a little cause I was distracted with painting…