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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Pants-Pissing Chronicles





The Pants-Pissing Cronicles are loosely based on themes of people I have known. However, any association, explicit or implied is purely accidental.



This was the first time that Liz had ever worn a pair of real bike pants. Of course, she and all her friends wore the kind you wore on summer afternoons, under a long t-shirt, but these were special. They were properly called cycling knicks, not 'bike pants'. Her friend Lloyd had bought them for her and they were unlike anything Liz had ever seen! For a start, they had padding in the crotch and seat, but even that was special, for the padding was of two kinds; a soft thick chamois-type padding made up the bulk of it, split in half by a strip of soft towelling-like material, of about the same thickness, running straight down the centre. At the front, the towelling spread out in a wide \/, the purpose of which had been explained to her in elaborate detail. The only problem was that Liz was feeling a little unsure of herself, especially given what this all meant.
Liz had met Lloyd quite some time ago, and had instantly hit off a very liberal friendship with him. She felt she could talk to him about anything and often did, as he was quite a bit older and Liz could sense that there was a great deal of experience to tap here. So she would go for after-work coffees with Lloyd, and talk for hours about whatever came up. And what came up was quite unusual. Even given that Lloyd was much older, she could hardly have believed the topic to which their conversations had turned.
Liz had always been into sports of one form or the other, and had recently taken up cycling, as she needed a way to get to and from University, and the old car she had been lent by her father had a habit of deciding for itself when it would work. Anyway, Liz thought, cycling is healthier, and I should get a bit more exercise. So she found her old bike under her parents' home and cleaned it up. In no time, Liz was riding as she had when she was a kid, and really starting to enjoy it. She had forgotten how addicted she once was to cycling, and now that she was back in the saddle, she could feel the rush happening all over again.
So, when Lloyd started talking about his cycling, Liz jumped in with the statement that she was getting back into it and suddenly, they were talking about gears and 'spinning' and 'big' and 'little' 'rings' and all sorts of other arcane terms, including 'hydration'. This was actually a term that Liz had heard somewhere else and she knew that it was a medical term used in conjunction with endurance sports. OK, she thought, this is something I know about. But no sooner had Liz said she knew about that, than Lloyd startled her by asking did she do it, then? Oh, dear, thought Liz, I don't know what he's talking about, but I guess it's something to do with drinking enough water, so she said yes, she did! Oh, wow, said Lloyd, I bet it feels good!
Liz was now totally lost! What was he TALKING about?!! Quickly, she changed subject, hoping to pick up some hint and thereby not appear too stupid. So they continued talking about cycling, with the subject of hydration coming up again and again, with some pointed references to 'the right clothing' which was 'best for hydration' whatever that meant. Finally, after a few references which she found so unbelievable, she had to wait until some other statement corroborated what she had heard, Liz realised that 'hydration' involved peeing in your pants! Once she made the connection, all the other ideas which Liz had only barely understood fell into place, and she realised with a start that the wet patches in the crotches of long-distance runners' pants were not totally from sweat. It also put something else into perspective for her.
During one particularly long ride, Liz had found herself getting rather desperate for a pee, yet, she was also very thirsty, having not really drunk enough water during the ride, and now, she dared not drink any more, as to do so would be to invite a problem she had no idea how to fix. Liz made it home to find that her legs wouldn't work properly, her mouth was dry, and she had a terrible headache. On top of that, she was still desperate for a pee, but the most important thing she needed was a long cold drink of water. Heading for the kitchen, she felt her bladder straining against her pelvic muscles and grabbed her crotch to ease the pressure. Liz was amazed to find, even in her depleted condition, her fingers on her slit still sparked wonderful feelings down there, and she momentarily stopped to rub herself. Liz was now so desperate for a pee that she thought about going to the toilet instead of straight to the kitchen. The thought of peeing was enough, however, to make her bladder spasm, and she stopped dead as she felt some urine leak out in her panties and soak through the bike shorts onto her fingers.
Quickly looking around to see if anyone had noticed, Liz discovered herself to be totally alone, and she relaxed a little. The urgency having passed, Liz walked over to the sink and, removing her hand from her crotch, filled a tumbler with water. She held onto the tap with her left hand while drinking with her right, and as soon as she had drained it, Liz refilled it, and drank again. Suddenly, the sound of the water and the pressure in her bladder got to her and again she felt the surge of urine in her panties. This time it continued and so there Liz was, standing at the sink filling up one end while the other emptied itself in exquisite pain through her pants and down her legs.
As Liz remembered those times, sitting in Lloyd's car as they drove out of the city to where they were going for their ride, she was brought back to reality with Lloyd asking if she had enough to drink before she left home? She said that she had but that she would top up from the large coke bottles of water they had with them. Liz didn't want to touch her water bottle. That was for the ride. Even though her bladder was aching, she knew that she had to keep drinking to keep up her 'internal pressure' as Lloyd called it. The idea, he said, was to think of the body as a large bag of water, and the more water you could get into it, the better for everything, cooling, circulation, you name it. The only problem, he said, was that it made you have to pee a lot. But even that could be turned to advantage. Peeing cooled the body. So, controlled peeing, only letting out enough to keep the pressure bearable, and thereby holding the bag of water, was beneficial.
It was now as she sat in the car, that she remembered the most important fact of all this, that of having to pee through her pants when the time came. And that time was rapidly arriving. When Lloyd picked her up, there were towels on the seat. He had already warned her that today's ride was going to be for real, and that he was going to introduce her to hydration in all its glory. Liz was just wishing that the glory would hurry up, she was bursting! Lloyd had told her that she should feel free to use her towel if she needed to, as it would be wet by the end of the afternoon, anyway. In fact, Liz had thought of doing just that, but she was not certain that she would be able to stop if she tried to release just a squirt or two, so she held on, feeling her bladder filling more and more with every minute, and felt it strain for release more and more with every bump.
Finally, Liz told Lloyd that they could stop here, as they had reached the place she had described. She was out of the car and unable to keep still, desperate to get going, while Lloyd pulled out the bicycles and put the wheels back on. When he finished, Lloyd stood up and asked whether Liz needed to go a little before they started, to which she said she was bursting - maybe they could go under that nearby bridge. Lloyd agreed and they walked together down under the bridge. Liz was leading, and was only just under the overhang when Lloyd said, this'll do. What, right here, she said? Yep, just here, Lloyd said, you have to get used to the idea some time. Through my pants, Liz said, not really believing what she was going to do. Just half-squat with your legs apart and it will happen of its own accord, said Lloyd. Look, do it just like this, said Lloyd, demonstrating with a quick and obvious surge of urine through the crotch of his cycling knicks. My god, she thought, he's really doing it! But try as she might, her bladder just wouldn't let go, and she told Lloyd that she was really bursting, but couldn't do it.
Lloyd told her not to worry, she would do it when it was time. Great, Liz thought, and when is that? So they got under way, Lloyd leading, up and down hills, and with every downhill, Liz felt her bladder giving way, but nothing would come out, until suddenly, she realised that she was sitting right on her slit, and nothing would come out like that, so with the next downhill, Liz stood up on the pedals and lifted herself off the saddle, immediately releasing a squirt of pee. She instinctively cut it off, but not before she felt how wonderful it was! Lloyd had told her that there were two schools of thought about underpants one that said that any extra padding and material was good, and the other that said the less the better, especially when it came to peeing. Now she was glad of her choice to follow Lloyd's advice and wear a good solid pair of high-cut panties under her knicks, having carefully lined her sex up with the center of the \/ of the crotch-padding, which Lloyd had also told her was for peeing through! Now, as she felt the urine soak into the crotch of her pants, she realised that her pants would absorb a lot more if she wanted to let some more go, and Liz was readying herself for another surge when Lloyd stopped at the bottom of the next hill.
Liz rode up the hill to where Lloyd had stopped, and proudly announced that she had 'done some'. Lloyd congratulated her, but proceeded to tell her that these hills were too steep - they should go back to one of the side roads and see if they were any better. So, around they turned, and back down the road to a turnoff to the left, up the next rise and down the other side to see that this way was no better. So they stopped at the side of the road, ending their ride for the day where there was an exposed water pipe next to a small drainage ditch. There they sat to drink water and talk, and again, Liz remarked that she had managed to release a little bit into her pants, but that she still needed to go badly. Lloyd said to just forget about it and it would happen, so she concentrated on what he was saying, telling her more of the tricks of cycling that he had learnt in the few years he had been cycling seriously. While she concentrated, she noticed how wonderfully her cycling knicks and the crotch of her panties inside them cupped her sex, and felt the warm wetness down there, firmly held against her by the stretchy material of the knicks.
She was just listening to Lloyd's voice and not really concentrating on anything in particular, when Liz felt her bladder squirt again into her panties; as she just kept herself from cutting off the flow, she interrupted Lloyd's soliloquy to say, there I go. Oh, yes, said Lloyd, staring hungrily down between her parted legs at the growing stream emerging from the crotch of her knicks. It just started, and I almost stopped it, Liz said, but then I just pushed and kept it going. Liz now concentrated on the feelings down there and was intensely aware of the wonderful release of pressure between her labia, which were pressed tightly together under the pressure from the crotch of her pants. She watched, fascinated, as the urine shot out and drained back between her legs to the outer surface of the pipe, where it spread out and ran down the curve of the pipe to the ground.
As the worst of the pressure died away, Liz stopped peeing and both of them sat and discussed what had just happened, how it felt, what it meant, and when they could do this all again. Finally, it was time to ride the short distance back to the car, and as Lloyd went to stand up, Liz said she still had a lot left and she might as well just do it there, so while they sat and watched, she peed her pants for the third time that afternoon, this time completely, wantonly and eroticly, pissing herself with such enjoyment that she momentarily forgot about Lloyd. Which was OK, since Lloyd had thoughts for nothing but the fact that a beautiful young woman was sitting right next to him, peeing hard into her pants and obviously enjoying it.
Then it was time to go home, and as Liz walked with Lloyd back up to the bikes, she felt the urine draining from her crotch and seat, and smelt the odour of the fresh pee, and wondered what Lloyd made of all this. Clearly he was quite happy with it all. On the way back to her house, while she enjoyed the feeling of the pee soaking out of her knicks into the towel, she and Lloyd discussed plans to do it all again, this time near his place, where there were wonderful long flat roads to ride on with wonderful places where they could have lots of rests . . . .
But that's another story . . . .




Thursday, March 15, 2012

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Accidental #2 while wetting





I used to work alone all day on Sundays and I used this as an opportunity to spend the day diapered. I'd drink lotsa water and I would end up having to change a couple of times over the 8hr shift. Well, about halfway through my shift I had the urge to do #2. I don't like to mess myself so I figured I'd go to the bathroom, relieve the #2 in the toilet, and get into a fresh diaper. I bumped into a coworker just outside the men's room and he started up conversation. I didn't want him to follow me into the mens room, so I entertained the conversation. I started getting the urge to pee, but I held it as I did not want to wet in front of him. The urge rapidly built and I decided to release the pee for the sake of my own comfort. Much to my surprise, the act of relaxing to release the pee also released the #2. As this happened I just continued conversation until wrapped up and he went on his way.

I must admit a guilty thrill to the whole experience. The urgency, the uncontrolled release, being right in front of someone, and the 'close call' factor all combined. Cleanup was ofcourse a drag. 

Has anyone ever experienced that you cannot hold a pending BM while peeing?