when they spend so much time helping others they dont even realize theyve been ignoring themselves until theyre halfway through a task and cant focus anymore because they really need to pee, but they cant step away, so theyre just desperately trying to fumble to the end of what theyre doing
maybe theyre trying to be discreet about it, or maybe theyre potty-dancing in place like a madman whenever they get a chance to stand still, either way they brush off any comments that might be made by anyone else, insisting that it doesnt matter because they cant step away
they are moments away from finishing said task, at this point just thinking about booking it to the nearest restroom, when someone unaware of the situation comes in, and asks them to help with something else when theyre done with that
maybe theyre so jumbled they agree without realizing, or maybe theyre peeshy or something, so they cant find a reason to say no, despite being near wetting themself, but they end up getting stuck in this new task, unable to convince themselves to not be helpful, if even for a quick 3 minute bathroom break
theyre surprisingly composed at this point, sheer willpower and drive the only thing holding anything at bay, but despite managing to achieve the task before them, theyre a visual wreck.
shaking, trembling, squirming, clenching their thighs, squeezing their fists; theyre barely even potty dancing at this point because the movements would be too harsh on their bladder. its clear to anyone, if theyre paying attention, what the issue is
at this point maybe someone is nice enough to finally help them, and offers to take over for them, with a sympathetic smile
the idea that maybe someone else could be doing this suddenly rackets around their brain, and they just kinda stand in embarrassed shock, staring at the other person, and fumbling for words. that is, until their painfully full bladder spasms, reminding them of just how bad they need to go with a small leak, and they scramble into action, a mix of thanking and apologizing to the other person, as they put whatever theyre holding down somewhere (or give it to the other person), and bolt off without waiting for another response
of course, at this point, theyre past their limit, managing their way into the bathroom, but not getting much further than locking the door before the dam starts to break. a small but steady stream starts its way down their legs, but they continue on, undeterred, towards the toilet; although they forgo even attempting to remove their clothes, in lieu of dropping unceremoniously onto the toilet as their accident increases in intensity, still pouring down their legs onto the floor, despite their best efforts
...at least some of it made it into the toilet.
or maybe nobody offers to help them and they end up wetting themselves completely in the middle of what they had been doing, having to just stop and helplessly watch as their overstrained bladder finally relaxes, all over themself and the floor.
