Update: This story is now public, but please keep the integrity of the story. You can go off on your own branches though try to keep it in first person. I didn’t think I would open it up, but I’ve decided it’s time that I can actually do so.

DISCLAIMER: The events are very loosely based on a true story. Details have been exaggerated, age has been changed, names have been changed, and it's pretty unrecognizable from the actual story (mostly because reality tends to be more boring than imagination). The true thing about is that I did actually wet myself on an elevator at Disney World as I was caught up watching the fireworks and one thing led to another, but pretty much everything else is BS. I wasn't a college student either. The story actually happened when I was 7, but that's not as fun as a story to tell as a college aged student wetting themselves. If you don't like diaper humiliaton/ABDL stuff, don't read this story. Go read a different story. I won't be offended.

They say that Disney World is a magical place and the happiest place on Earth. They say that when you go to Disney World it's a magical experience and will change your life and change you as a person. But for me, Disney certainly changed my life. I went from being the most highly respected honor college student with the prospect of being valedictorian and even graduating with cum laude.

That was until this one day. This one day at Disney when I was in Florida with my parents and older brothers. It was a late Friday night and as tradition went, Disney was launching fireworks above Magic Kingdom, but we were able to stand at a spot from our hotel and watch from there. My family was all enjoying a good time watching the fireworks.

All of a sudden, most likely from drinking so much Diet Coke in the park, I really needed to pee. So I said. "Uh, I need to go back to the hotel room and go to the bathroom."

My parents nodded and as I started to walk, my mom followed with me to the hotel room since she had the key to the room. In reality, I probably should've taken the stairs, but fearing I might lose control from walking up, I hit the up button to the elevator. We were only on the second floor, but I desperately waited for the elevator with my mom. It seemed to take an eternity to arrive, but it finally arrived and we walked in.

I slammed the 2nd floor button and held my crotch in desperation. I was wearing a cute sundress with Mickey Mouse ears on it with white cotton panties underneath, so there was no real protection or room for any leaks or drips. Just when the elevator door opened and I moved to step out, I had stood up straight, and I immediately regretted doing so as as I did, I lost control. I peed and peed, and I couldn't stop it as I blushed a deep red embarrassed as a puddle formed underneath where I stood.

I saw a look on my mom's face as I did so and knew that I had messed up. But she didn't say a word as we walked the rest of the way to the room. As soon as I entered, my mom walked over to the hotel phone and dialed a number talking to the front desk in order to get them to shut down and clean the elevator floor. I felt so embarrassed as there was a clear dark patch on the front of my sundress and my white cotton panties had turned completely yellow and began to stink of urine as well. After my mom hung up from the hotel phone, she pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number. I stood there, unsure of what to do as my mom talked on the phone. I blushed as I could tell she was talking to my dad who was with my brothers as they had wanted to continue watching the fireworks and didn't need to come up with us.

Finally, she hung up and turned to me.