Posted by Dark Prince on December 05, 1998 at 16:28
I have never wet my pants accidentally - it always involved me willingly letting go. However, I have always wondered what it would be like to hold on until you could hold no longer, and today I found out.
My wife left early this morning to visit a relative in another town a few hours away. She will not be back until tomorrow, so I figured I would enjoy my as-yet-unknown-to-her fetish. I woke up between 8:00 - 9:00am, needing to pee, but decided to hold on. I put on a wool sweater, light black slacks, and white socks. I ate breakfast, read the paper & my email, etc, all the while feeling my need to go intensify.
About 10:30 or so I realized I had a beer left in the fridge, so I decided to drink it. I drank about half of it, then decided to drop off my rent check. It was freezing outside, and as I walked home from dropping it off I could feel my bladder bulging. Not many people were out, but for some reason I felt uncomfortable - as if the few people I did see knew I was planning on wetting my pants. Of course they had no reason to know, unless they noticed my very subtle facial expressions as I tried to hold back.
Arriving home, I drank the last of my beer, and finished off a bottle of gatorade. I sat down to read a magazine, and nearly lost it as the pressure increased. Once settled down in my chair, I read for a long time. Soon, I was getting very uncomfortable, and got up to walk around. This only made things worse. Since I was sure this would be a huge accident, I went into the bathroom (tile cleans up easier than carpet) and walked back and forth, trying to hold it in. About 15 minutes went by, and it was now around 11:30.
Things weren't moving fast enough for me. Even though I was already in pain from holding it, I knew I could last at least another hour, and didn't want to wait that long. So I hobbled into the kitchen and drank a huge glass of water. I could almost feel it entering my bladder immediately, and my need intensified greatly. On the way back to the bathroom, I could have sworn I felt a small spurt go into my underwear. A quick check revealed a little spot.
When I returned to the bathroom, I began to push on my bladder until I was close to wetting myself, then letting go (with my hands) so as to wear my muscles out sooner. I also hopped up and down a bit, bent over, etc - anything to increase the pressure so I was almost to the point of no return. This seemed to work well, because by 12:00, my muscles were ready to give in. I began to feel waves coming in, and during them, I did all I could to hold back. A couple of times I felt some pee squirt out - my underwear were very damp - and soon a spot appeared on the outside of my pants. Another big wave began to hit, and I knew this was it.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the counter, legs crossed. I tried and tried to hold it, and as the wave began to pass, my muscles gave in. A huge spurt of pee went into my pants, then another and another. I looked down and my entire crotch was soaked. Shortly after, the final wave began building. I again closed my eyes, and tried to concentrate on holding it. The pain was unbearable, and my muscles were too tired to do me any good. As the wave neared full intensity, I felt pee start leaking into my pants in a slow stream. It continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, and then the floodgates opened. Warm, yellow urine ran down my legs & into my socks like a river. I crossed my legs tightly, and leaned a little to direct the stream to soak more of my pants, rather than let it fall wastefully onto the floor. When I finally gained control, I was soaked from my waist down, and I still had to pee. I let the rest go, and feeling the last of the warm liquid running down my legs, mentally made a note to do this again sometime.