you’re in line for tsa and you have to chug your water bottle even though you already have to pee a bit. you think it’ll be fine since you can just pee after, but it’s starting to get a little uncomfortable
then the line takes a while, or maybe your bag gets stopped for a random check, and all of a sudden you don’t have time to stop in the bathroom before boarding
you think it’ll be okay, you can hold it until after takeoff and just pee on the plane, right?
but oh no, there’s a delay and you’re stuck on the tarmac waiting to take off and they’re not letting anyone get up for the bathroom until you’re in the air
it’s fine, right? you can hold it. you’re starting to shift in your seat, the seatbelt digging into your bladder, but you can hold it…
finally, the plane takes off, and all that turbulence isn’t making it any easier to hold it, but you’re close to relief so you just squeeze your thighs together and try to ignore the way each bump jostles your poor bladder
the seat belt light turns off eventually and you start to get up when you realize the person in the aisle seat fell asleep, and you feel so bad waking them up so soon into the flight so you just don’t… you sit there squirming and try to distract yourself with some in flight movies but it’s getting harder and harder, your bladder starting to throb where your jeans cut into it
how long are they going to sleep? can you hold it? maybe they sleep for hours and you lose control right there, soaking your seat in little spurts that you fight desperately to hold back and wishing you could jump out of the plane on the spot
or maybe they wake up just in time and you get to rush to the bathroom, wincing as the gravity pulls down on your achingly full bladder and walking with your thighs clenched tight to stop the little dribbles forcing their way out
but you’re not the only person on the plane, are you? the bathroom is probably taken, and you’re going to have to wait. maybe there’s a line, or the persons taking so long that you lose control in front of everyone, the telltale dark patches spreading down your jeans
best case scenario, you stand by bathroom trying not to squirm too obviously and fighting to urge to grip yourself as you feel your bladder spasm and lose control, until the person in there comes out and you can run in, barely getting the door closed before you rip your jeans off and finally, finally let go, moaning as you release your overfilled bladder
but the best case scenario doesn’t always happen, does it? better hope you make it…
