One fun omorashi game I sometimes play when I have to run errands or go out for just a few hours is to not use a bathroom until I get home. Of course, this can lead to some desperate situations where I still have some stops to make, and I feel like I'm racing my bladder to finish them before desperation turns into a genuine pee emergency.
This morning I peed before going out, but I also had a lot to drink before leaving, and I also got coffee while I was out because, well, reasons. I thought I was okay leaving my second-to-last stop, but once I got back in my car I started needing to squirm in my seat and hold myself. I made it to my last stop and got what I needed to, but by the time I was back in my car, it had become an emergency, and I was bouncing in my seat saying to myself don't pee your pants, you're almost home, don't pee your pants.
I very nearly leaked while parking my car, and after parking I took a few seconds to gather up everything so I would only have to make one trip inside. That delay cost me, because between getting out of my car with my hands full, then having to close the door, I must have taken my mind off holding it for a split second. I felt a spurt of pee slip out, and it went straight through my underwear (bodysuit) and actually ran down my leg. It wasn't enough to be visible, but I knew I had to get to my door, unlock it, and make it inside as quickly as I could, because I knew I was moments away from having an accident.
I was too frantically focused on making it inside to remember exactly if I leaked while unlocking my door, but I felt another spurt come out just after getting inside. I told myself I would just quickly set things down where they needed to go, then I would go to the bathroom before my pants had anything more than a few small, hard-to-notice wet spots.
I didn't make it. I took an extra moment to look for something that I thought I might have left in my car, couldn't find it right away, and stopped looking to dash to the bathroom while holding myself and spurting into my pants. By the time I got to the toilet, I was having an accident. I tried for a second to unbuckle my belt, but it was too late. Pee was starting to gush into my pants and down my legs, and drops were falling onto the bathroom floor. I was peeing on the floor trying to get my already soaked jeans down, so I just accepted the fact that I was already having an accident, sat down on the toilet with my pants still on, and peed straight through them. I was relieved, but my jeans were soaked.
I knew I needed to change, but first I wanted to post about what happened. So here I am, still wearing my pee-soaked jeans, finishing writing this post before I...(well, you know), rinse off, and pick out a fresh outfit 🥹😉😇💕
