Holding My Pee In (Literally): A Real Handful

Our toilet went caput around 7 p.m. and I was told NOT to use it until the plumber got a chance to work on it.  ETA:  Early tomorrow morning.  FML.  The shower drain is also mucked up and smelling a bit like sewage, so I wasn't about to get in there to relieve myself.  Yet I was running out of options as I had to pee NOW.  It had been about 5-6 hours since my last wizz & I was growing desperate.  Sometimes if I just kept waiting the need would subside--maybe about 50% of the time I can get away with this.  Did I have any diapers left under the sink as a Plan B?  No?  Fuck ME. 

Ehh, may as well set up my camera and document the experience so I can remember later what worked & what didn't.  The presence of a camera might encourage me to try harder to avoid embarrassing myself...  Or something.   

Mum had been in bed about 25 minutes & I was locked in the out-of-commission bathroom alone standing on my thick bath towel, genuinely trying to either stop or delay/reduce my need to go so I could go to bed myself.  In hindsight, standing by the toilet while trying to hold probably wasn't the smartest move but I didn't wanna risk pissing on my bedroom carpet.  At least the bathroom floors were wood.

After spurting in my pants (woops), I pulled them down in a panic & reverted to an old childhood trick:  holding my pee in manually with my hands.  Not exactly elegant but sometimes it worked.  I was all out of ideas & an afternoon's worth of fluids were itching to come out. 

Leak in progress.

While the peehole pressure & desperate dancing helped for a time, the dam eventually burst:  I ended up filling my hands with hot piss over and over as I struggled to stem the tide manually.  (As stated, mother was already in bed and there was a towel under me, but I was still terrified of getting busted in this vulnerable state as 2 other family members were still semi-conscious in the living room down the hall watching tele between snores & nods).  Bathrooms were scarce in this old house & I was currently pissing myself into my lounge pants in one of them.  I'd be in huge trouble if any of them caught me.  Adults my age really should be able to hold their urine, I was often told.

Couldn't contain myself

I ended up emptying my entire bladder into my pants, which were pulled halfway down my legs along with my panties.  This part of the story is real (see video below), with the backstory about the broken toilet being fiction, of course.  Just thought I'd make that clear for anyone who couldn't tell.  

I often dream up creative little "scenes" & backstories like these to liven up my wettings, but I h a t e when people try to pass creative fiction/fantasies off as real events... something that's all too common in the Omo world.  And yes, we can tell when you're exaggerating or straight up lying, we just may not call you on it because of the awkwardness.  Keep fiction in the fiction section, please.  Creative writing is a talent but nobody likes a liar.

Rant over.  😁

Video of the disaster

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