She winced as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Damn it, why do they make these things so damn tight"
She mumbled her thoughts to herself as she fiddled with the buckle and returned it to it's rightful spot above her shoulder. Even just the slight shifting of her weight to return the belt was enough to remind her of her desperate urge to pee. The pressure being taken off felt good, but it also made her muscles have to pick up the slack created by the release of the belt. Her bladder was to the point that pressure was a near requirement to keep it from releasing.
"God, how did I end up doing something like this..."
This time she kept her thoughts internal as she opened the door and leaned out of her car. In front of her was a pharmacy. She had driven past it many a time and thought nothing of it, but now it was her haven.
She had decided to make a bet with someone she met online. It was a simple contest really, but it involved a unique mutual interest. The first one to give up would lose! Nothing special really. The only twist was that the two of them would be holding their bladder. The first one give up and pee would then have to deal with a particular punishment. The results of the competition are as exciting as this story, but I'll leave that for another time. For now, lets get back to main event.
Needles to say, here she was dealing with that particular punishment. She had lost that challenge and was now on the verge of losing to her bladder a second time as she quickly shuffled into the pharmacy. She looked up at the aisle signs as soon as she got through the sliding door. She wouldn't know the aisle from memory because she was here for something she had never purchased before. The punishment she had to endure? Purchasing a pack of diapers in person and putting one on. Simple on paper, but again there was a slight twist. She had to do it while desperate as can be.
An employee may have greeted her, but she was too focused on her bladder to remember a small detail like that. She raced to the aisle denoted for having "incontinence products."
"Just call them diapers honestly, it's less embarrassing that way"
She couldn't help but make a mental note of how silly the name was. However, even just that slight bit of mental power took away from her holding. She felt a slight dampness in her panties as she rounded the corner into the aisle proper.
"Shit, shit ,shit, not here please!"
She clamped down with all the might of her lower muscles and was able to keep the dam closed. Her pants however, showed a slight dampness on the crotch. it was clear she had leaked something there. the casual onlooker might just think it was water, or coffee, so things really were not too bad. But she knew it was about to be so much worse if she didn't hurry.
She looked at the wall of protection and was faced with so many options she was genuinely overwhelmed. This was a world she was not familiar with, and she didn't have the first clue where to start. As desperate as she was however, taking time to read would only increase her risk of a very embarrassing accident further. Without a second thought she grabbed some pullups that just so happened to be her favorite color and made her move to checkout.
"Almost there!" She practically shouted in her head.
She moved quick, which did not help her bladder situation in the slightest. She felt a few more small leaks make their way out of her control and into her panties. Any hope of keeping them dry was long gone at this point. At least her pants had not started to show the leaks too much. Only the crotch was slightly discolored, although, that discoloration was expanding more and more with every step she took.
Finally, she had made it to the checkout counter. There was only a single customer in front of her. She realized she would have no choice but to wait. So she did the only thing she could think to do, cross her legs and bounce. The rhythm helped keep her mind off the ballooning urge to go. And the crossing of her legs provided a nice boost to her pressing power. Even with her strategy in full effect, she couldn't keep a small leak or two from escaping. The leaks added up and it felt as if the dam was about to burst. Her crotch was already a little wet, and that made holding back the rest so much harder. All this desperation and torture she was putting herself though could be solved with a simple release.
"Maybe I should just let go..."
Just as she was starting to panic about the possibility of a huge release, the checkout employee waved her up to ring out her single item.
"Oh thank fucking GOD, I was about to..." She didn't want to complete the sentence even in her head.
Her excitement at being called up quickly changed into despair however. Whatever respite she gained in the few seconds between her almost collapse and being called to check out was fleeting.
There must have been some primitive connection in her brain that knew the diapers were a sign to let go. Some sort of connection her brain had long hidden away knew diapers meant she could just relax and let go. When she glanced at the packaging to hand it over for scanning, her brain made that hidden reaction. All her control and focus. All the rush she was feeling from buying diapers the first time in public was about to get flushed away.
As soon as she handed the package of diapers over to the clerk, her bladder gave way. There was an audible gushing noise from between her legs. Maybe others could not hear it, but to her, it was deafening. It felt so good, the bliss of letting her bladder do what it naturally wanted to do. It was wave after wave of pleasure as her panties failed to soak up any more of her liquid. Her pants quickly changed three shades darker as her release had nowhere left to go. She could feel the warmth creep across her butt and then quickly down both her legs. This was a feeling she had felt a few times before, but never did it feel this good to let go. Her body couldn't stop at this point. even IF she wanted to, it was too late. A small puddle was starting to form below her as her pee managed to not only drip down her leg and into her shoes, but onto the floor as well. The puddle would continue to expand and she released for what felt like an eternity to her.
As many colors as her pants turned; her face followed suit, Only turning a bright red rather than a darker color. It was a fantastic contrast of colors to be frank, but she was in no place to recognize this. Her cheeks flushed bright red as the embarrassment of the situation finally washed over her. Although she was lost in the pleasure for what felt like an eternity of release, she had to come back down. And the only place she could come back to was shame and humiliation. She instantly tried to cover herself. Her hands were so small compared to the massive dark stains running down her legs however. No matter which side she tried to cover there was always another angle to view her soaked self from. If she tried to cover the front, her butt was soaked and visible. If she dared to try covering her butt, her front profile was that of a little girl failing to make it to the toilet on time. Even her purse wouldn't provide her any meaningful coverage in the wake of this massive flood.
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