I have another one from my first year of college. This is a long description, but I want to try writing a narrative with more detail. I had a fascination with wetting and diapers from age 4, but outside of fantasy, I didn't act on it from my mid-teens until I was out of grad school…mostly because I had roommates and would not risk anyone finding out. This was pre-internet, so I was certain I was the only one who had these fantasies, but I was trying to bury them at the time and hope they would go away. The account below is all true, and I in no way tried to or wanted to have an accident, but there was probably some thought in the back of my mind that was excited about the possibility, so in retrospect I may have subconsciously made some decisions that led me down that path.
I was taking the final exam for abnormal psychology my freshman year at the end of the fall semester. It was a 2 hour exam in a large lecture auditorium, and we were assigned seats spaced out and staggered to prevent cheating. It was a large class, probably 100 students in a 500 seat auditorium, and I was seated near the front in the center of the row. I had made a few acquaintances in the class, but for the most part did not know the other students. I stopped in the restroom on the way into the exam, but within the first 30 minutes I was starting to feel the need to go again. We weren’t allowed to leave and come back during the test, so the only option was to hold it until I finished. Over the next 30 minutes, my need grew from mild, to moderate, to urgent. What was up with my bladder? I didn't have an unusual amount to drink before, and wasn’t drinking during the exam.
At one hour, I was more than half through the exam, so I figured i had maybe 30-40 more minutes before I could relieve myself. Shouldn’t be a problem. What I hadn’t counted on was that as my desperation increased, my ability to focus on my answers was waning. Fifteen minutes later, I couldn’t sit without constantly shifting in my seat as the waves of urgency came and went. I was having trouble getting my thoughts on the page because I was thinking more and more about my need to pee. Being at the front of the room with nearly the entire class facing down toward me, I felt like everyone's eyes were on me as my desperation grew. I started to realize it was going to be difficult to hold on until I finished the last set of essay questions, so at this point I could: (1) turn in the exam without finishing and avoid an accident - not an option as this would pull my A down to a B or even a C; (2) say screw it and pee in my seat, at least a little, to end the desperation and focus on the exam - I was WAAAAAY too self conscious for that; or (3) keep holding and try to finish, hoping against hope for the best. I looked through the remaining questions and started working through them in order of most points if I had to bail out before finishing.
At this point my desperation had crescendoed to a level where I had one hand pressing in my lap and the other one writing. My legs wouldn't stay still and I was alternately leaning forward to apply pressure to my urethra to help hold and leaning back to relieve pressure on my aching bladder. The waves of urgency were coming and going at an increasing frequency, but i was managing to hold back the impending flood. I’m sure anyone looking at me would have know I was desperate to pee and close to wetting myself. Somehow I miraculously worked my way through to the last question, and it seemed the urgency subsided a bit. I was almost done with my last answer when the mother of all waves hit and I felt a short spurt of pee escape. I clamped down harder and stopped the spurt almost instantly, but the urgency just ramped up more. I tried to feel how much damage the spurt caused and it didn’t seem like more than a small wet patch that wouldn't be noticeable, but I could feel a growing numbness and an on and off trickle that told me I didn't have much time.
I finished the last question with about 10 minutes to spare, but now had the problem of getting from my seat in the center of the row to the aisle to turn in the exam on the table in the front of the auditorium. I wasn’t sure how wet my jeans were in back, and I certainly didn’t want to try and squeeze past 4-5 other students and risk losing control while standing up in front of everyone. So, I pretended to check my answers and continued my hopefully not completely obvious pee dance in my seat until time was called and everyone went up to turn in their papers. I slowly stood up and tried to unobtrusively make my way to the front and hand in my exam, hoping the wet patch wasn’t too visible on my dark jeans. Leaving the auditorium, I had two options. I could walk up to the doors in the back and through the lobby with all of the other students hanging out discussing the exam and head into the restroom there, or I could slip out the door to outside at the front of the room. I chose to avoid the possibility of running into someone I knew and sneaked outside.
Now I just had to make my way across campus to my dorm without being seen. I took a moment to assess how visible my wet rear was. Fortunately, my jacket covered much of the damage and the remainder shouldn't have been too obvious if you didn't look carefully. I took a circuitous route that avoided the most crowded walkways and tried to look inconspicuous. Unfortunately, when I started walking, the pressure in my bladder increased even more, and about halfway home I lost a couple more spurts with my wet patch spreading to the front and down the inside of one leg below my jacket. I was in real danger of completely losing control and I started to panic. Other students were heading to and from their exams, and I was in the middle of campus with a now visible wet streak halfway to my knee on the inside of one leg. Why didn't I risk it back at the exam building and walk through the crowd to the bathroom? Certainly someone noticing a small damp patch was better than having a full on accident in the middle of campus! I didn't have a plan, but I didn't want to wet my pants in the middle of the walkway, either. I decided cut across the grass toward my dorm where at least no one else was close by. As I was headed across the grass, i had a leak, then another, and another. I clamped down as much as I could, but could only manage to slow the pee to a trickle. I couldn't stop it-I was now peeing in my pants. With no where to hide and my control dwindling rapidly, I quickly sat down in the grass and pulled my knees to my chest just as I lost the ability to hold back the flood. The relief was incredible and I peed full force in my pants for about 20 seconds before I could stop the flow. I still had to go, but could hold it for now, so I took a deep breath, and pulled a book out of my backpack pretending to be studying. After a couple of minutes, I figured anyone who saw me rapidly head to the grass and sit down would be gone, and I gathered my things, stood up, and walked quickly back to my room. My rear was completely drenched, but my sitting in the grass prevented the wetness from running down my legs and was mostly hidden when I tied my jacket around my waist, and I don't think anyone noticed my accident. My roommate had finished exams and head home on break already, so I hurried to my room and was safe. I was still bursting to pee, however, and the combined excitement and panic of the days events hit me. I gave into my latent wetting fantasies, put a towel on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and just let go the rest, soaking my pants and socks.
TLDR/ Wet my pants a little during an exam my freshman year of college, then a lot more walking back to my dorm.
