As with most of my anecdotes, this one starts with a ridiculously huge iced coffee. It is pumpkin spice season, y’all. These iced coffees are 32oz, so almost 1L.
My awesome friends threw me a small birthday party last night. They are amazing and I feel extremely loved right now. My husband is at an event this weekend and wasn’t home to come with me, so it was just me heading up north.
The drive up was completely uneventful. By the time I arrived, I’d finished my iced coffee and was starting to feel it. Instead of stopping somewhere before I got there, I decided to hold it. I’ve explained about my pee-shyness before. It takes a lot for me to ask to use someone’s bathroom, even with friends who have become family. Holding it was a risk, but I thought it would be fine. It usually is.
We made dinner first and sat around catching up for a couple hours. I was so wrapped up in the conversation that my awareness of my bladder faded into the background. It wasn’t until we stood up to go outside that the feeling returned and I began to get nervous.
I decided to step outside with them without visiting the bathroom. Before I did, I grabbed a Diet Coke. We are not exciting people. Our whole schtick is that we just chill on the patio with the dogs and they drink while I smoke.
My friends commented on how happy and relaxed I’ve been the last few times they’d seen me. To be very clear, unless they happen upon this blog and figure it out (and there is actually a decent chance of that, I happen to know one of them is into ABDL/omo-adjacent things and I’m dangerously open about my real self here), I’ll never tell the whole truth. But there is one thing I can be honest about that really is the main reason even more so than all this, and it felt really good to tell them about it.
Not only did they not judge, they actively understood. I love them.
As we sat and talked, I could feel my bladder filling even more. At first, I kept my legs crossed. I always sit like that anyway and it worked for a while. Until it didn’t, of course. Once my bladder gets too full, crossed legs while sitting actually works against me. I would’ve given anything to have been able to pull my feet up and sit on them, but instead I uncrossed my legs and kept my thighs squeezed together.
I lasted another thirty minutes before I couldn’t resist the urge to squirm anymore. I stood up, which was THE WORST. My bladder felt so stretched and my muscles shook with the effort to keep it all in. I blushed noticeably as I mumbled that I was going to the bathroom. I’ll never not blush at that.
I rushed inside and tiptoed my way to the bathroom, which, of course, was on the other side of the house. The proximity just made it worse and I was whining to myself as I scrambled to get everything undone in time.
I just barely made it. I about died thinking that if I’d waited another five minutes to go, I’d probably have wet myself outside.
The rest of the evening was wholly pleasant. Over the next couple hours, I drank a liter of Diet Coke. I left at two a.m. and on the way home, I drank another. By the time I got home, I was desperate again. I’d held long enough earlier that it most certainly could be considered a second round.
I was lucky to have even made it inside the house. I squirmed the whole way in, breathing heavy with effort. It was all I could do to turn on all the lights, put the dogs up, take my shoes off and get the damn camera out. I mean, if I’m going to be alone all weekend, I might as well take advantage.
I proceeded to have a spectacular accident.
Go to check the camera…and yeah, the last bit didn’t record. Of course not, haha. So here is a clip of me squirming to keep it all in and some aftermath pics.
