I have done some embarrassing things to myself while attending a movie, but never in a mall.
Some of the things I have read here are giving me ideas though.
I am planing a trip out soon, I will avoid doing a bm for 2 days, and start things off with an overnight laxative. In the morning, I will again avoid the morning sit down, but rather prepare myself for the trip with several glycerin suppositories, followed by my multiple layers of diapers, a tena pad first in some control panties for containment, followed by a soaker within my heaviest nigh time diaper and high waist rubber panties.
Of course I will have a modest dress on, and use some of my most noticable perfume as it will be needed latter.
The trip to the mall will be one of anticipation as I will be certain to have lots of fluids. Just prior to parking at the farthest entrance from the shoe store I plan to visit, I take a fast acting laxative, and enter the mall. The walk is a good twenty minutes, by which time I am really struggling to avoid the big mess, not time yet.
Entering the shoe store, I find a male employee, and ask him to find several styles of shoes for me, one a 4 in heal. As he is fitting me, I feel the begining but can't stop the first small release, and apologize for my gas. He has found my size and is gone for another style when the next larger eruption occurs. When he returns, I again apologize for my nasty gas, and he fits my chosen heals, upon which when walking in them, I finally loose control and add a second helping to my growing load. At this point, I can;t hide it any longer and tell the clerk I think I just had an accident, I need to go.
I quickly pay for my purchases, still wearing the 4" heals, by now noticeably smelly even beyond my strong perfume, and walk for the door, a noticeably waddle now in my pace.
Just as I am leaving the shoe store, I totally lose it, the stored up waste now all erupting, I stop with that look on my face, see the clerk staring at me in a look of unbelief, while I completely overload my "control" panties.
The walk back to my parked car at the far end of the mall is now quite interesting but also exciting as the perfume I wore is complettly overtaken by my dirty diaper, and it is not easy to walk in these tall heals with the load in my britches.
I see people pass me and turn around snickering, but I keep walking, adding liquids to my mess to complete the picture.
Just before leaving the mall, I have to sit for a while as I have become excited and to further savor the moment, finding a spot near a door by several children in strollers. Of course there mothers soon realise the new odor is coming from my direction obvious by my flushed appearance as well and wobbly gait as I sit, but by now, I am in my inner self and even their hard stares have no impact to me. They ask me if I am alright, and I just say I will be in a few moments, just need to rest a bit.
Driving back, I can;t wait to get home to satisfy my other need, which started with the male shoe clerk first noticing my odor and building from there with the walk across the mall in heals and a filled control panty