*Pee Princess*

When I was a few years younger I used to love wetting in public. I used to love writing about it too. So, I’m going to share an old story that I posted on my Experience Project profile. I may not remember everything as vividly as I did then, but I will do my best.

This was one of my first public wettings, that I can remember, and that I thoroughly enjoyed.

I love music, and there was some new album coming out, so I decided to drink a ton and head out to Best Buy. I had drank a few bottles of water before I left, and I stopped and got a Burger King Iced Coffee. They were actually good then. I grew up in a rural town, so I had to drive 30 minutes to get to the closest store. Half way there, my iced coffee was gone, and I could really feel my bladder. I turned my music up and tried to forget it. Soon enough I was at my local Best Buy.

I was already really uncomfortable when I walked in, but I hadn’t leaked yet, so I was okay for a bit. I walked around, looking at all the CDs I wanted. Yes, it was that long ago. I finally got to the point that I needed to hold myself and I couldn’t hold still. I decided then I didn’t want to make a giant show of what was going on. 

I was wearing my favorite jeans to pee in. They got the perfect shine,  they were tight, and they just wet perfect. You know those jeans. 

I had a few things in my hands when I felt my first leak. I stopped and got myself together enough to keep walking. I felt my pants, wondering if you could see a spot yet. I could feel some warmth, but it didn’t seem like anything major. I had picked what music I wanted, so I decided to pick a couple new movies. Walking was agony at this point. I just wanted to stand still and try to keep it together. I leaked again, this time it was much longer. It was one of those slow leaks, that is more of a tiny stream than a leak. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I looked around, making sure the kid that walks around all the media was at his computer. I picked up some random DVD and was pretending to read, as I lost it. It just started gushing out. I didn’t intend for things to happen that way, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore. My pee was going down the front and the backs of my legs, leaving a very obvious wet flood down my jeans. Half way through I just stood there and watched myself soaking my jeans, flip-flops, and the Best Buy carpet. When I was finished soaking myself, I calmly walked to the register, paid for my things, and went to my car. I don’t remember anyone noticing me, and no one said anything. I know its dirty, but I couldn’t wait to get off. I sat in my car in the parking lot, in my soaked jeans and panties, and got off. It was the most amazing feeling. 

2007 was a long time ago, but I still love to go to that Best Buy and stand in the same aisle and remember my awesome puddle I left there. 

Don’t act like it’s a surprise! We both know your potty training has been going down hill a lot lately. We had to replace your pretty, colorful panties with all black to make the stains less noticeable. You’re wearing diapers to bed, what, four nights a week now? And when you don’t you’re up and down so many times at night, and you STILL have leaky little accidents most of the time when you don’t wear protection. Our couch smells like piss now too, thanks to you. You can’t drink anymore either without wearing a diaper with a booster!

Nope. You’re done - no more panty privileges for you until… You know what? I don’t even want you to hope you’ll get them back. This is you now: a little diaper wearer. It’s a good thing though! You don’t have to worry about accidents any more, or washing a load of undies several times a week, or carrying multiple pairs of pants with you. This is a blessing, really, for you to have someone who’ll take such wonderful care of you.

-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. 

-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. 

I am currently in gym clothes

Wanna play house & I’ll be your lil baby 💕

The moment I realized that squeezing my butt cheeks together didn’t matter anymore. There was no holding it back now. I froze, caught between choices: run to the bathroom and go the rest in the potty, or just let it happen in my pull-up. That’s what Mommy always said they were for, anyway.

But it had been so long since she’d checked me and found that. I didn’t want to disappoint her. I didn’t want to admit I couldn’t control myself. I hesitated too long. Another wave pushed through me, stronger, and I felt more slipping out despite my weak attempt to clench. My knees bent on their own, my hands flying to my stomach.

I can't stop it. The realization hit all at once—hot, humiliating, final. My body had already decided. I crawled onto my chair, squatted instinctively, and pushed, a helpless sound leaving me as I felt the pull-up grow heavier beneath me.