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Very excited for this!

Good luck with University! We'll be waiting!

Will there be more stories based on some of the other characters from March of the Valkyries? They were all really well written (including the ones in this story).

Out of curiosity did you actually have an idea for what was going on with Amy and her secret side, or just possible hints?

Wow, this was a great follow up. I'd be curious to read about Ciri trying to get that revenge on Yen that she promised at the end. So far Yen is the only who hasn't been desperate, seems it's her turn to struggle.

This is going along really well! Really enjoying it so far. I'm wondering if we'll wind up seeing anyone else wet, besides Mr. Bradley. Maybe Mrs. Bradley has a humiliating accident?

Really, really great so far. One small formatting thing. It might be easier to read if you put more paragraph breaks in, especially when the focus shifts from Scarlett to Mr. Bradley. Just a thought. Overall great.

Oh I know Candice did, I just would be interested in it happening again. Can't have too much of a good thing and all that.

Great, great chapter. This story remains incredible and I can't wait to see how it continues. Personally I've got my fingers crossed for Kate, Angel, and Candy all getting so scared they pee themselves.

Fantastic chapter! Really looking forward to see what comes next and if Angel and Kate actually can make it. Also Candy wetting herself so early, seems to be setting her up to have another accident before all is said and done.

Yes, more is coming. The next chapter needed almost an entire rewrite from how it was originally written, and with some real life stuff going on recently that's just been a little hard to do. Should have more this week though!

Part 4 Heather frantically hobbled for the stairs, her breath haggard and tears in her eyes as she fought with every ounce of her being to not wet her pants any further. She could feel a wet patch the size of a softball underneath her hands as she ground them into her crotch. At least if she could make it to the bathroom maybe she could dry out her pants after she was done and salvage this whole day. The only one who had seen her leak was Darla, and Heather hoped that if she occupied the bathroom long enough Darla would wet herself and be too busy dealing with her own shame to rat Heather out. Heather sobbed as she reached the top of the stairs. There was no way she could walk down some stairs without leaking some more, not in her state. Deciding to risk embarrassment to help herself, Heather popped the top button on her pants and shoved her hand down the front. Slipping her fingers into her vagina, she was able to hold herself a little bit tighter. It was now or never as she began to descend the stairs. ---------- Darla's shin was still throbbing from where Heather had kicked her, although she could barely notice over the intense throbbing in her abdomen. It felt like there was a fire in her gut that was trying to erupt out of her bladder and ruin her pants at any moment. Tears began to streak down her face. She didn't want to have an accident in her uncle's house. Forget her mother, the entire family would never let her live down the humiliation. She knew she had to find a way to hold it, there was no other choice. Clenching as tight as she could and holding herself all the way, she made for the stairs. She was hobbling towards the basement when she saw Heather undo her pants and shove her hand inside. "Well," Darla thought, "at least I'm not the only one." Heather disappeared down the stairs, with Darla in hot pursuit. Darla took a small amount of satisfaction in the fact that at least she hadn't leaked as bad as Heather had. This would all be easier if the other girl had just pissed herself outside the bathroom. Darla groaned and held herself tighter as she made her way down the stairs after Heather, her bladder feeling like it might erupt with one wrong step. ---------- Heather's hand got wetter from tiny leaks with each step down, fighting to keep back the tide in her bladder. Tears ran down her cheeks as she clenched with all her might, determined not to have her first full blown accident in 5 years. As she reached the concrete floor of the basement she reached around with the hand that wasn't locked in a losing battle with her bladder until she found the lightswitch. Flipping it on, she discovered that the basement was open plan and largely unfinished. She didn't have time to examine it though, as she frantically looked around until she saw the bathroom and the chance at sweet relief. She hobbled as fast as she was able, bent over almost at a 90 degree angle. Her second hand darted into her pants to join the fight to keep her pee at bay. The extra hand and the odd angle at which she moved caused her tight capris pants to begin sliding down her hips, exposing more and more of her ass with each step. Heather barely registered this though, so focused was she on reaching the toilet. She let out a cry of relief as she reached the bathroom, barely noticing that the door had not been hung yet and anyone coming down the stairs would be able to look in. The lid was still covering the toilet bowl and she had to reach out a hand to lift it up. As her hand left her pants a jet of urine shot out, running down her leg and soaking into her pants. She was out of time and needed to pee now. She lifted the lid, but what she saw made her cry out in despair. ---------- Darla had reached the bottom of the stairs only a few seconds after Heather. Each step had been pure agony. Her pee was begging for release, and the more she waited the more it felt like it would explode out of her. She took a moment to try and gather herself at the foot of the stairs. She had never had to pee this bad in her life, and while she was normally pretty good at holding it, she had never pushed herself this far. She whimpered with desperation as she looked to see where Heather had gone. The other girl certainly was an almost comical sight, making a hobbling bee line straight for the exposed toilet. On any other day she would have laughed at the poor desperate girl. Barely able to stand, bottom of her ass and crotch wet from where she had leaked. Pants sliding down with each step to reveal more and more of her butt, her red g-string providing essentially no modesty. Yes on any other day she would have laughed, but all Darla cared about now was emptying her bladder before it was too late. She hurried after Heather when suddenly she heard the other girl cry out and begin muttering. ---------- "Nonononono. Please not now. Please please please," Heather begged. When she had opened the lid of the toilet she had seen there was no water in the bowl. Looking behind it, she now saw that the toilet wasn't even hooked up to anything yet. She was weeping openly as she felt another stream of pee force it's way down her leg. Panic was setting in as Darla hobbled up. She immediately saw what was wrong with the toilet and felt a surge of panic herself. "Shit!" Darla cried. The pain from her bladder immediately growing more intense and a tiny leak escaping into her thong. She ground her hand in tighter to try and contain the gallon she felt like she was holding. "What am I going t-to do?" Heather whined. "I can't...I can't have an accident! Big g-g-girls don't have accidents! But there's no toilet and I can't hold it anymore!" Her legs were wrapped tight around each other as she bounced up and down at the knee for all she was worth. Both hands were buried in her crotch, which was fully on display from her pants having slid so far down. "Well you're...OH...you're going to have to figure...ugh...something out because you can't use this one," Darla snarkily replied, her voice breaking as the pressure came in further waves and she struggled to hold on. "Screw it!" Heather gasped, ripping down her pants the rest of the way, "any toilet works!" She squatted on the nonfunctioning toilet and just let go, right through her panties. They were soaked anyway, and the relief was nearly orgasmic. Her piss sounded like a fire hose against the porcelain. "Oh my God stop!" Darla cried. "The toilets not hooked up, you'll pee all over the flo-Ooooooooooooo," she was cut off by a large groan as the pain from her bladder, perhaps reacting to the sound of Heather letting loose right next to her, skyrocketed. She felt another spurt enter her pants as she frantically crossed her legs over each other multiple times, her hands in her crotch squeezing for all she was worth. Looking down, she saw that she had a tennis ball sized wet spot on her pants. She would have to do what Heather did to avoid total humiliation. But could she? Could she pee right here, all over the floor? The puddle from Heather's pee flowing out of the toilet was expanding across the concrete in the unfinished bathroom and slowly spilling into the main basement area. She was at wits end. She would have to pee right here. ---------- Suddenly Darla heard a voice, cutting through the sound of Heather peeing and moaning in relief. "Excuse me ladies, but if either of you is still waiting I think the bathroom up here just became free." It was Blake. Neither girl noticed that he had followed them down and was surreptitiously watching them from the wall that ran alongside the stairs. Hearing Heather plead like that and then lose it into the unhooked toilet had nearly made him cum right in his pants. Now to see what he could make Darla do. ---------- "Thank God!" Darla cried, her brain not even registering how strange it was that Blake kept showing up as she badly needed to pee. She clenched for dear life with both hands as she hobbled back towards the stairs. "Wait!" Heather called. "Argh, what?" Darla groaned, turning to see the other girl. Heather was seated on the toilet now, pants at her knees. The legs and crotch had clearly been peed in, although not to an extent that could equal the volume of the puddle that extended out around her and the unhooked toilet. "Please," Heather begged, tears flowing down her face. "Please don't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything please!" Now that Heather wasn't focused on her desperation she was able to fully take stock of her situation. 26 year old woman. Gorgeous. Responsible. Envy of other women and lusted after by other men. And she had wet her pants like a baby before peeing all over the floor. She sobbed as she looked up at Darla. "Please you can't tell anyone." "Fine, whatever. You just can't tell anyone that I almost had an accident either." Darla began to clumsily walk away, knees pressed together and hand in her crotch. "And next time don't steal my spot in line!" she called over her shoulder as she left the crying girl to her mess. Darla silently prayed that she wasn't wrong about that almost accident part. The pulses from her bladder were becoming more intense, making it even harder to walk. Her stomach felt like it was growing ever larger, and what temporary relief popping her pants button had brought was now completely gone. Her pants were digging into her. Even her shirt was feeling incredibly tight. She gritted her teeth as she held herself even tighter. "Please, please don't let me pop. Please let me make it. Please please." Blake, concealed at the top of the stairs, could hear her praying. He was glad for his dark pants, because his own precum was likely beginning to stain his crotch. He knew Darla was about to have the perfect accident, the one he had always dreamed of.

Chapter 3. Updates may be slightly slowed going forward as we've reached the beginning of the portion that needs the heaviest rewrites. Darla could barely keep from grinding her teeth as she made small talk with her mother and the two guys. Unable to cross her legs or grab her crotch in fear of the sheer humiliation of it all, Darla was having to clench with all the strength that she could summon. Her muscles felt like taut guitar strings, libel to snap and give way at any moment if she didn't get some relief and fast. Inside, her bladder burned hotter than ever pulsing with a day's worth of pent up urine. The heat in her crotch had dried the tiny wet spot in her thong several minutes ago, although the sweat building up between her clenched ass cheeks would soon replace it. Oh what she wouldn't give to just pop the top button on her pants. To stick her hand inside the waistband and clench herself. To let even a little bit of pee out so she didn't explode before she got on the toilet. Her focus had been drifting during the inane conversation but it suddenly snapped back as she felt another wave of desperation pulse through her body. The sudden pain in her abdomen made her gasp in surprise, and she barely resisted the instinct to hold herself. She somehow found a way to clench tighter, barely locking off any pee from shooting into her thong. "Everything ok Darla?" her mother asked, putting a hand out to steady her daughter as her balance suddenly seemed to weaken. "No!" Darla thought, "Everything is not okay! I'm about to flood my pants in front of this entire party, and it's all your fault!" Rather than say that aloud Darla simply muttered "Yes, fine." Thinking quickly she added, "You know I'm suddenly feeling very hot, and feel a headache coming on. Would it be terribly rude if I just stepped away to splash some water on my face and take an aspirin?" She directed the last part at the two young men. "Not at all," cousin Eric said. "Actually there should be some medicine behind the mirror in that bathroom." He pointed towards the solitary toilet on this floor. "Although it looks like you may need to wait a bit, sorry." Darla didn't understand at first, but as her eyes followed where her cousin pointed her desperation and panic were briefly replaced with anger. There was some brunette in a yellow top knocking on the door to the bathroom and doing her best not to dance in place. Seeing her gave Darla a momentary sympathy surge from her bladder, but she stopped it with sheer determination. She didn't know who this girl was, but Darla would be damned if she let anyone into that bathroom before her. The risk of impending total humiliation was too strong for compromises. She excused herself and strode towards the bathroom to reclaim her spot in line, one hand creeping towards her pocket just in case. ---------- Heather could have cried when she found the bathroom door locked. She gave a frantic knock. "Hello? Are you almost done in there?" she whined. Her other hand was balled in a fist near her crotch, ready to grab herself should she have another spasm from her bladder. "I'm putting on my face missy, you can't rush that. Now hold on to your hat, I'll be done soon," came the voice from inside. Tears began to well in Heather's eyes. This couldn't happen. Not here, not now. Not with so many people around, especially her parents and that super cute guy. She hadn't had a full blown accident since she was 21 and a college junior. The humiliation had been devastating, and she refused to have it happen again. She blinked away her tears. She was a big girl, and she was going to hold it, silently praying whoever was inside would hurry. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Darla, who had one leg wrapped around the other. "Excuse me," Darla said, "but I was next." "You weren't here when I walked up," Heather retorted. She tried to puff up her chest and look intimidating as she said it, but the effect was mostly lost since as soon as she did a minor spasm rocked her body, causing her to break out into a pee dance as she said it. "I was, I just had to step away for a second." Darla's face flushed as she too began to bounce at the knees to try and hold on to the molten urine that threatened to erupt out of her. "Please, I've been holding it all day and I'm almost at my limit," Darla pleaded. "Well you," Heather gasped as she felt a second spasm and a small squirt of urine splashed against her g-string. "You should have thought of that and gone sooner. You walked away from the line, and now I'm here, and you can't cut me, ok? You're not the only one who needs to pee." Heather tried to look serious, but her hand wound up in her crotch as she felt another drop enter her underwear. "I can see you need to go, but please," Darla begged, "I'm starting to feel like I might literally explode here. I was here first, have some compassion!" ---------- "Not a chance," Heather said, turning her back to Darla and facing the door. Darla just about lost it right there. She could not believe how rude Heather was being. Frantically she glanced around the hall. Everyone seemed to have mostly retreated into the other rooms or had stopped paying them any attention. Seizing the moment, Darla began to scissor her legs rapidly as she held herself with both hands. Her abdomen was stretching over her waistband and at any moment it felt like her pants might just slice clean through her middle. She clenched as tight as she could, and desperate for any relief at all, she popped the top button on her pants. Immediately the pain from outside her abdomen got easier, although inside her bladder still burned with desperation. Luckily for her dignity these pants were still tight enough that they didn't slip down her hips. Regaining her courage from the slightly easier feeling, and spurred on by the very real fear of having an accident here in her Uncle's home, Darla took one hand out of her crotch and spun Heather around to face her. ---------- Heather gave a loud gasp as she was forced to face Darla. She was so shocked that she lost focus, and immediately her tiny bladder began to let go of the tide it had been holding back. She squealed as her hands flew into her crotch, her legs twisting around each other like pretzels, trying to bring her body under control. A three second blast of pee shot into her pants, her thin g-string doing little to stem the flow. She could feel a wet patch the size of a softball under her hands. "You bitch," she cried, tears in her eyes. "Why did you do that? You're going to make me have an accident!" Darla gave her a desperate and uncaring look, seeing the wet patch under Heather's hands. "Looks like you already have," she smirked. "And I told you, I'm next in line." Darla used her shoulder to push Heather out of the way, while the other girl frantically tried to get herself under control. ---------- Heather clenched for all she was worth, doing everything possible to hold back the wave of pee still in her body and the embarrassment it carried with it. She dared not remove both hands from her crotch until she felt confident enough that she wouldn't immediately spring a leak. She lifted one after a few more seconds, ready to grab Darla and slap her. She hoped that one good slap would make the other girl wet herself quickly and Heather could use the bathroom while everyone else laughed at Darla. "I'll show you," she growled. ---------- "Ladies," Blake said, suddenly stepping out from his hiding place. He had been stroking himself surreptitiously, and had done his best to hide his erection. This was getting hotter than he had dreamed. "If you don't want to wait, I just remembered there's a bathroom in the basement, just down those stairs." He pointed to a doorway back down the hall. Both girls stared at where he was pointing then glanced at each other. Heather was faster, kicking Darla in the shin hard, and then hustling for the stairs. Darla gasped in pain, feeling a brief shot of urine redampen her thong. Under her hands she could feel a quarter sized wet spot on her pants. She knew she was approaching her breaking point and that she needed that bathroom NOW. Clenching for all she was worth, Darla sped off after Heather. She didn't even notice Blake chuckling to himself as he thought about what the women would find downstairs.

Part 2: As she approached the bathroom Darla practically cried with relief. Her pants, normally just snug enough to show off her assets, had become a vice grip on her expanding bladder, digging into her more and more with each step. Her only consolation was that at least her thong seemed to have absorbed her minor mishap, and their was no evidence to be seen beyond her near constant leg crossing and crotch holding. "Finally," she thought as she reached out to open the door, only to immediately panic again when she discovered it was locked. This was bad. Very bad. Her bladder already felt like it was on fire and her muscles ached from clenching so hard for so long. She was fast approaching the end of her rope, and wasn't sure she had the time to wait for someone else to use the bathroom before disaster struck. She quickly knocked. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" "Yes, sorry, I'm just finishing up. Should just be a couple more minutes," called the voice from inside, which Darla recognized as her aunt. This was bad. She couldn't let her aunt see her in this state, legs locked around each other like a vice, and certainly couldn't alert her to how frantically she needed her aunt to leave the bathroom. She'd never hear the end of it from her mother and the rest of the family. "Oh ok," Darla called back, tears threatening to come back into her eyes, "no rush." She grimaced at that last statement as she began to bounce up and down frantically, one leg crossed over the other. She had to get herself under control, there were people nearby. Darla took a deep breath and slowly unwound her legs, clutching herself in her pocket and willing herself not to leak again. She wasn't sure how long she could stay composed like this though. Sweat was building up on her forehead. All of a sudden a voice from behind her nearly made her void her bladder on the spot: her mother had found her. "Darla! There you are! Come say hello to your cousin Eric and his friend James!" Darla composed herself as best she could and turned to face her mom. Her mother was standing in an entryway slightly further down the hall, waving at her. "Hey mom, can you give me one second? I just need to get in here real quick and splash some water on my face." Darla jerked her thumb towards the door and barely fought off the urge to bounce on the spot. "Oh nonsense sweetie, you look fine," her mother said with a dismissive wave. "You'd hate to be rude. It'll just take a minute or two." Darla wasn't certain she had a minute or two, but she'd never hear the end of it if she didn't at least say hi. At least the room was right near the bathroom and she could dart in as soon as her aunt was done. "Be right there mom," Darla called, giving a forlorn glance at the bathroom and a quick squeeze as she stepped away. ---------- Heather was a fit girl in her early twenties whose parents lived next door to Darla's uncle and had brought her along for the day. She was dressed casually in pale blue capris pants that showed off her toned legs and a loose yellow top that did little to disguise her ample breasts. Her dark hair was tied back in a long ponytail. She didn't have any honest interest in being here, her parents having bought their house too recently for her to know Darla's uncle or his family, but a free meal was a free meal, and free wine was free wine. Heather had already had about four glasses as she flirted with the various guys who couldn't take their eyes off her. One guy in particular had actually seemed like quite the catch, and Heather had been putting off a needed trip to the bathroom for some time to keep flirting with him. But eventually her need overcame her desire and she had excused herself to find the toilet gracefully. Of course that had been ten minutes ago and before she had gotten lost on the first floor of the house. Poise and grace were quickly disappearing, replaced with frantic strides and urgent glances, her hands clenched in fists at her sides. Heather had never had the strongest bladder and her college party days had taught her that if she didn't find the bathroom soon she was going to soak her pants. Just when she had about given up hope and had resolved herself to dashing back to her parents' house to pee, a kindly woman had directed her to where the bathroom was. She thanked the woman quickly and began to rapidly make her way towards the only bathroom on the first floor, her breathing rapid as she willed herself to make it. Suddenly she let out a whimper and had to duck into an empty guest room as her body was rocked by a powerful pulse from her bladder. She clenched her muscles as best she could, but felt a hot jet of urine shoot through her urethra and enter her g-string. Her hands flew into her crotch, digging in like her life depended on it. She bent over so far at the waist that she nearly hit the floor, her pants pulled tight across her ample butt. Tears began to run down her cheeks. "Nononononono not here! Oooooooo I'm gonna pee my pants!" She couldn't let that happen. She had to make it to the bathroom before this got any worse. She was a big girl, and big girls didn't have accidents. She slowly took a few deep breaths to ride out the spasm and then stood up as best she could. She looked at her crotch and saw a dime sized wet spot. She'd gotten away unnoticed with worse in college. Taking one more deep breath to steady herself, she began her journey towards the solitary bathroom. ---------- Blake had followed Darla from a distance, taking care not to give himself away. Seeing her walking with such clear desperation, especially with the added effect of the slight bend in her posture showing off her gorgeous ass was almost too much for him, and he allowed himself a moment to slide one hand in his pocket to stroke his throbbing erection. He snuck past Darla as she reached the toilet and took up a position where he could watch everything unfold, practically laughing with glee when her mother pulled her away. He was about to follow Darla into the room with her mother when suddenly he saw Heather striding towards the bathroom with a purpose. His eyes quickly examined the gorgeous brunette with the large jiggling breasts, and noticed something that made his dick throb even harder. A wet spot on her crotch. Oh this was just getting too good. Two desperate women, one occupied bathroom. "Let the games begin," he muttered.

First time story poster here! This is actually a multi-part story I wrote for a now inactive user named Rick Dixon. He disappeared before I could send him the final copy, but he had previously given his permission to post it here and make the changes to it that I'm going to make. Hope you all enjoy! ---------- "Darla stop fidgeting your legs like that. You look like a little kid who has to go potty," Darla's mom said, giving her a judgemental look as she took a sip of her coffee. "Ew Mom, that's gross," Darla replied, suddenly aware of how obviously she had been jiggling her legs and making an effort to hold them still. "Its just the caffeine from the coffee making me antsy." "Be that as it may, try not to embarrass me in front of your uncle's family. He was nice enough to invite us to this luncheon with all his neighbors. There's even some cute boys here. You'd hate to have an accident in front of a potential boyfriend." "Mom I don't have to pee, just drop it ok?" Darla than took a sip of her own coffee to try and seem casual, a sip which she immediately regretted as the liquid seemed to speed straight to her bladder. Despite her protests to the contrary, Darla did have to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She didn't know her cousins or their neighbors that well, so when she and her mother arrived she had mainly stayed with her, sipping coffee or wine and chit chatting about nothing in particular. Darla had even had a mild urge to pee when they first arrived several hours ago, but had thought it no problem and figured she could hold it until they left. She had always been a little shy about using a stranger's bathroom. Darla thought she'd still be fine if it hadn't been for when her mother had stepped away to gossip with Darla's aunt, leaving Darla alone at the table to drink two cups of coffee rather than make awkward small talk with strangers. Well that coffee, along with the the glass of wine and a coffee when they first arrived and the two coffees since then were now demanding to be released and Darla wasn't sure how much longer she could put off a trip to the bathroom. ---------- Blake had been friends with Darla's cousin John since they were in middle school, close enough that they were practically brothers and despite living several miles away now he had still been invited to her Uncle's luncheon. John would often joke that he and Blake knew everything about each other, which amused Blake because there was one thing John certainly did not know: that Blake had a major pee fetish. All his life, ever since puberty he had found himself deeply aroused by the thought of a woman having a full on accident in public, humiliating herself for all to see. While he had watched a lot of porn, he had never seen an accident in person, and he was becoming quite desperate to, even going so far to have a basic plan for what to do if he saw signs of desperation from a hot girl at a party like this. He had high hopes he would get to use that plan today because he had seen Darla bouncing her legs up and down and suspected he knew why. He hadn't seen her use the restroom yet, and he had seen her drink plenty. From where he sat he could take in the full sight of her. Shoulder length dark brown hair worn behind her ears to show off her tan complexion. A body that showed she was in shape but not intimidatingly so. Perky, full sized breasts that showed a respectable amount of cleavage under her green tank top. Tight tan pants that had showcased her full sized butt perfectly when she had walked to get more coffee. Designer flip flops that bounced up and down as her leg began to jiggle again. "Oh yes," Blake thought, "she's got to go bad." Suddenly he saw her stand up, and once she had stepped away from her table he watched her give a frantic look around the room before biting her lip and walking towards the front of the house; the opposite direction from the bathroom. "Now or never," Blake muttered, ready to put his plan into action. He set off after her, making sure to swing by the bathroom and get things prepared first. ---------- Darla had only just noticed her leg jiggling again when suddenly a quick bladder spasm caused her to suck in her breath and clench her bladder muscles tight. "This is bad," she thought. "I need to pee now before I have an accident in these pants. Ooo I wish I'd worn the black ones instead." She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, barely resisting the urge to grab her crotch like a preschooler. "Mom I'm going to go take a walk around the house, see if I can spot one of those cute guys you mentioned." She gave her mother a cute smile which earned her a nod of approval, then began to make her way towards the exit. After she had taken several paces and put at least two tables between herself and her mother she allowed herself a quick squeeze of her crotch from a hand she stuck in her pocket. Luckily most people in the dining room seemed too engrossed in conversation to notice her. She bit her lip as she frantically looked around, trying to decide where in her Uncle's estate the bathroom was. This was getting bad. Already she could feel a second spasm coming just from the few steps she had taken. "Think Darla, where would it be? Gotta be by the front door right?" Giving herself a second squeeze and leaving her hand in her pocket just in case, Darla set off for the front of the house. Reaching the entryway, Darla hurried to the only door she found, desperate for relief. Twice more on the walk here she had had to grab her crotch in order to prevent any leaks, the spasms becoming increasingly insistent. She had a hard timestanding still as she reached for the door knob. "Thank God," she muttered as she threw open the door. Her joy turned to anguish in an instant though at what she found: a coat closet. "Shit!" she exclaimed, her hands flying down to her crotch as the most powerful spasm yet rocked her body. She clenched with all her might, but even then a brief squirt escaped into her thong underwear. Tears began to form in her eyes. "No please no," she muttered, "please don't let me wet my panties, not here, not now!" ---------- Blake silently moved into the entryway, relieved to see Darla still there and squirming through a major potty dance. He had hoped she wouldn't have moved on, but it had taken him longer than he had expected to convince John's mother that her makeup was running and she needed to reapply in the only downstairs bathroom. "As much warpaint as she puts on," he thought, "she should buy me 20 minutes easy." At the time he had hoped that was enough, but seeing the state Darla was in he knew it was plenty. He was still trying to figure out how to approach her when suddenly he heard her start muttering, pleading with some higher power to help her not wet her panties. He took that as an acceptable cue. ---------- "I'm sorry for intruding, is everything ok ma'am?" Blake asked. Darla nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance, immediately bending at the waist and clutching her crotch for dear life as she did so. Luckily she didn't think she squirted this time. Turning, she saw Blake standing there in black jeans and a red button up shirt. Her face turned beat red. "Oh um yes, everything, everything is fine," she said, badly trying to seem casual as she squirmed and grasped herself in the entryway. "I was just looking for the..." "The toilet? It is actually on the other side of the house, sorry. Would you like me to show you?" Darla's face turned even more red, stinging tears returning to her eyes. Here she was a 26 year old woman holding herself like a three year old in front of this handsome stranger who was offering to show her to the toilet like she was a kid. "Just directions are fine, thanks." Darla was barely able to keep the shake out of her voice. "You sure, it's no trouble at all. I know how confusing this house can get," Blake replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure," Darla nearly snapped, as her desperation overwhelmed her embarrassment and decorum momentarily. "Ok, my apologies, you're clearly in some distress. Just go down this hallway and turn right before the dining room. Take your second left and the bathroom is the third door on the right. Figured you'd want a path that avoided the crowd," he said with a wink. "Thank you," Darla replied, having managed to regain at least a semblance of control. She shakily walked out of the entryway, managing to resist the nearly overpowering urge to hold herself as she did so. As she made her way down the hall and out of his sight she stopped resisting, her right hand darting into her crotch and holding on for all it was worth while her left she used for balance as she tried to keep her legs as tightly pressed together as possible. The crotch of her thong still felt wet from her quick burst, but nothing felt like it was showing on the outside of her pants. She silently prayed that that brief leak into her panties would be the only one. Inside her bladder felt like it was turning into a small boulder, rock hard against her waistband as the liquid within demanded release.