[F4A] Pissing Myself In Front Of The Mail Carrier

Every day this week, I’ve woken up in my soaked bed so thankful that I work from home. I can shower before I log on, run my sheets through the wash during meetings, and they’re cozy, clean, and dry before my day’s even over.

The problem isn’t the absurd amount of times I’ve had to do laundry this week, nor the fact that I have to overcome my social anxiety just to make a doctor’s appointment. It’s that, in order to leave my house at all, I’ll have to admit that I need to wear diapers to do it.

I have a box that I rush ordered a couple days ago. They plain white ones in my size were sold out, so I had to get ones with little rubber duckies printed all over them. That box sits in the furthest recess of my closet, unopened. But it’s my only way out into the world, and I’m running out of laundry detergent…

I’d mostly hoped this problem would resolve itself. One nighttime accident turned into two, and then they started happening during the day…

Mostly having resigned myself to living off of grocery delivery forever; I’d forgotten about the new laptop my company sent. One that I have to sign for.

So that’s how I found myself standing in front of you, my hot mail carrier, squeezing my thighs together trying not to have an accident while I sign for my computer.

You watch my curvy body squirm beneath my sweatpants and hoodie as I reach for your pen. I don’t say a word, don’t even look at you, as I scribble my name.

Before you can politely thank me and hand me my package, I let out a squeaky, “oh no!”

My squirming has stopped, as I’m frozen in fear. My eyes lock on yours as my cheeks turn bright red. You hear it before you see it: trickling noises as piss hits the ground from my ankles. My pants turn dark at the crotch, then down both legs. The whole time, I’m whimpering in pure humiliation.

How does our dear mail carrier respond? Let’s find out together!

PS: mail uniforms ARE one of my kinks 🩷