u/Jeansweird

One time I was out shopping wearing black leggings, white ankle socks, and flip-flops. Everything was going fine until I was standing in line to pay for my stuff. Suddenly my bladder was like, you need to go now! 😈
I finished paying as quickly as I could, but by that point I had already started wetting myself. I didn’t even try to stop it, because I actually liked the feeling and found it exciting. Once I left the checkout, I just kept walking while my leggings became wetter and wetter. Since I was wearing flip-flops, you could clearly see the puddles and little drips falling onto the floor behind me with every step.
Some people standing behind me looked completely shocked and said things like, “Oh my God, girl, what are you doing?” I noticed their reactions, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I actually enjoyed the attention and the whole experience. Knowing that people had seen what happened made it even more thrilling for me, and it turned into a moment I still remember because I genuinely liked doing it.

When I was 18 years old, I went on a day trip with a few friends to a city in the Netherlands. We didn’t have any special plans—we just wanted to have a good time together. We walked through the city, grabbed a few beers, laughed, talked about life, girls, school, and whatever came to mind. It was one of those carefree days where you don’t have a single worry in the world.
Sometime during the afternoon, I noticed that my stomach felt a little strange. It wasn’t painful, just very active. It kept making noises and felt a bit unsettled, but I didn’t think much of it. I assumed it was just because of the beer or something I had eaten earlier. So I ignored it and continued enjoying the day with my friends.
After spending a few hours in the city, we decided to walk to a nearby park. The weather was nice, so we found a quiet spot on the grass and continued talking. Time flew by as we shared stories and joked around.
After sitting there for a while, I suddenly felt the urge to pee.

I stood up and smiled at my friends.
“Hey guys, I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
But as I was walking there, my stomach went into full panic mode. I’m not kidding—about five meters before I reached the toilet, I completely pooped my pants. My stomach was churning so badly, and I was just glad I was wearing black jeans.
After I had already messed myself, I finally made it into the bathroom. I stood there thinking, How the heck am I supposed to clean this up?
After standing there for a few seconds, feeling the warm, mushy mess against my backside, I caught myself thinking, Hmm… this actually isn’t that bad. 😶
But just as I was thinking that, my bladder decided it wanted to be emptied too.
My first thought was, Well, my jeans are already ruined anyway… so why not just sit on the toilet with my pants still on and let it happen?

So I sat down on the toilet and just peed into my already soiled pants. After about 30 seconds of peeing, I stood up and could feel the mixture leaking down my legs.
But now I had a new problem.
How the heck was I supposed to get out of the bathroom like this?
I called my friends and told them I needed help right away.
At first, they laughed, but then they realized I was serious. They brought me a fresh set of clothes. After cleaning myself up as best as I could, I changed into the clean clothes and went home.
That’s how I discovered that I enjoy peeing and pooping myself.