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  1. Thank you!! Always the absolute sweetest. Thank you for being the best writing partner ever~ xoxoxo
  2. a/n: Oh goodness, hello everyone! It's been a very long time since I've posted on here, but certainly haven't stopped writing. I've been doing little bits and pieces with Avery, and after a very long time, we've finally gotten this finished! Yayy~ Hope you all enjoy :3 ~~~ Chapter Seven: The Doctor's Visit Jill couldn’t help but feel incredibly awkward as she waited anxiously in the doctor’s office wearing a slightly damp pull up. She was scared to death that it would leak, and even more scared of Alice finding out. She was already in enough trouble as it was. It certainly didn’t help that they had left the house so quickly, and Jill didn’t have a chance to go to the bathroom. Suddenly Alice touched Jill’s shoulder, causing her to jump. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t realized the woman had approached. “Jill? Are you with me?” Alice asked gently, looking at Jill closely with a concerned frown on her face. “I was asking how you were feeling. You look a bit pale and sweaty.” “I’m fine,” Jill said, trying to put on a brave face, but she didn’t have the energy to do so. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted was to be at the doctors. “Okay,” Alice replied slowly, looking as if she didn’t entirely believe Jill’s words. If Jill was being honest, she didn’t believe herself either. The events of the day had left her feeling shaky and faint, and she dreaded having to tell the doctor. There shouldn’t be anything wrong with her, but what if they found something? Or even worse, what if they found nothing at all and there was no reason why Jill should be having her accidents? How was she going to be able to explain that to Alice? Her thoughts were interrupted by a nurse calling out her name. “Jill? Jill Bennett?” As Jill stood up to meet her doom, Alice gave her a pat on the back along with a whispered “good luck.” Jill answered with a silently mouthed thanks and she plastered a nervous smile on her face as she approached the nurse. “Are you Jill?” the nurse asked. Jill nodded and answered with a simple, “Yes.” The nurse nodded, gave Jill a gentle smile, and quietly guided her to a scale outside of room number five. “Just step on the scale for me, hon,” the nurse said gesturing towards the scale and waiting patiently for Jill to do so. Jill gave the nurse a skeptical look and begrudgingly stepped on the scale, glaring at the silver weighted numbers in front of her. She watched, with her eyes half closed, as the nurse played with the weights then carefully checked her height. Jill supposed she was average, but it wasn’t her favorite to look at the numbers at all. “Oh,” the nurse said, looking between the numbers on the ruler in front of her, to Jill, and then the paperwork on her clipboard. “You’re much smaller than I thought you would be. Interesting. Anyway, follow me.” Jill couldn’t stop herself from shooting a glare at the nurse’s back as they entered the examination room. She sat on the table in the middle of the room, wincing at the crinkling paper underneath her butt, and purposely kept her responses short as the nurse took the rest of her vitals. In the middle of her vitals being taken, there was a knock on the door and Dr. Hudson entered the room. “Miss Bennett,” Dr. Hudson said, shaking Jill’s hand and sitting down on the wheely stool across from her. “How are you?” “Uhm, please call me Jill,” Jill replied shakily. She gave the nurse a small wave as she excited the room, and Jill shifted on the table once more, grimacing at the crinkle. “I suppose I’m all right.” The words seemed to fall flat as they left Jill’s mouth. Her voice wasn’t at all up to its usual strength. She desperately needed to pee, and her nerves were not helping. “Ah, all right,” Dr. Hudson answered. “I’ll try to remember. So, Miss Bennett – Jill – I must say I was quite surprised when I received an urgent call from Mrs. Morgan saying that her neighbor needed an emergency appointment at the earliest convenience. I assume it’s something serious if she was so adamant that I see you today.” Jill’s face immediately burned a bright red as she realized the doctor was expecting her to suddenly answer that question. What exactly had Alice said on the phone? She was under the impression that Alice had explained the situation from how she saw it and Jill assumed that she wouldn’t have to answer at all. “Well,” Jill started slowly, rubbing the back of her neck, “I think it’s more embarrassing than serious.” Jill opened and closed her mouth several times, unnerved by Dr. Hudson’s unwavering stare, but couldn’t say anything else. Instead, she clamped her mouth closed, crossing her arms over her chest and staring down at her feet. “Okay, well that sounds unfortunate,” Dr. Hudson said. “And what exactly appears to be the issue, then?” “Well, uhm,” Jill stammered with a helpless giggle. Oh, help me, she thought to herself. How was she going to be able to say it out loud? “Oh, this is so embarrassing.” “Jill,” Dr. Hudson said with a slight sigh, “I can assure you that whatever you tell will be kept confidential and will only be shared with the appropriate specialists with your permission. As a doctor, I can promise you that I don’t judge.” “Well, I, uhm, I think I’m having some trouble reaching the bathroom in time,” Jill managed to squeak out. She felt her face heat up impossibly hotter, completely mortified. Having to mention it reminded her that she needed to pee, and she needed to pee badly, in fact. Jill swore that the doctor was going to judge her and judge her hard despite saying that they wouldn’t, but instead, Dr. Hudson gave her an almost encouraging smile. “Do you mind telling me some more?” Jill did in fact mind telling Dr. Hudson more than she already had, but she reluctantly agreed. Luckily Jill was able to get through the details without getting into too much detail. “When did it start?” “Recently.” “Have there been any stressors in your life lately?” “I’m a teacher, there’s always stress.” Jill wasn’t surprised by the laugh at this response. “Outside of being a teacher?” “Life, I suppose.” “Well, would you say you’re more stressed than usual?” “I guess.” “And…your accidents. Have they occurred while working out?” Jill immediately flushed and hid her face in her hands. The doctor stood up to comfort Jill, resting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Jill,” Dr. Hudson said, patting Jill’s shoulder. “It happens a lot more than you think. We’ll just do some research as to why it’s happened. And if we can find something wrong, we can fix it. Although, I do have to caution and admit that it happens where we can’t find anything, and we have to move along from there.” The doctor was quiet for a moment and hummed softly. “And based on my observations since I’ve stepped foot in this room, I imagine that you already have to go, yes?” If Jill could melt into the floor, she would. She had completely forgotten about her need to use the bathroom until just that moment, but there was no denying her fervent feet tapping. Jill groaned and gave a subtle nod, and when she peered at the doctor, she was once again surprised to find only a sympathetic expression on their face. “It’s all right,” Dr. Hudson said gently, sitting back on their chair. They picked up Jill’s file and jotted something down. “It all works out in the end. We need a urine sample anyway. Bathroom is just down the hall, door should be open. Cups are on the counter right when you walk in. Come back when you’re done and leave the cup in the bathroom. Someone will be by to collect it.” Jill nodded, quickly jumping off the examination table and grimacing at the crinkle of both the paper sticking to her bottom and her pull up. When she looked behind her to investigate, Jill’s face burned further at the realization the paper beneath her had been wet. She hadn’t even realized that her pull up had leaked, and didn’t want to know what sort of damage was done to her pants. To Jill’s absolute humiliation, Dr. Hudson had noticed right away, eyes focused on the wet spot for just a moment before writing something down. Jill quickly scurried out of the room and to the bathroom. If there was one thing that Jill found possibly more humiliating than peeing herself, it was trying to pee into the collection cup. It was never a skill that she had fully mastered, and it usually ended up with her peeing on herself in some form. When she stepped into the bathroom, she nearly let out a scream. She was overwhelmed and anxious and incredibly embarrassed. Curious, Jill turned around to investigate the damage to her joggers and let out a moan. She thought she had been clever wearing joggers to make it less obvious she was wearing a pull up, but the addition of her panties over the pull up had made it fit awkwardly. While most of her was dry, she could see small dark green wet patches on the back of her legs where the pull up stopped and must have leaked from shifting. The once completely solid sage green was definitely more than one color, and the more Jill looked, the more embarrassed, but oddly intrigued, she became. If she had worn just the pull up, it probably would have fit better, but it wasn’t something she was willing to risk. Rather than making her life a little easier, she paid the price. Not wanting to prolong the inevitable any longer, Jill snatched up a collection cup and made her way to the toilet. She pulled her pants down and carefully pried the damp pull up and her panties away from her body. Jill cringed seeing that the edge of her panties were darkened from the pull up leaking and she wondered if she should try drying them under the air hand dryer. The idea faded quickly when she realized that there wasn’t an air dryer and just paper towels and she sighed. There wasn’t much she could do except deal with it. She debated with herself on what to do. It wasn’t like continuing to wear her panties would be of any use because they were soaked through on the edges. She couldn’t dry them and paper towels would only dry them so much, and Jill couldn’t stand the idea of having her joggers becoming any wetter, especially not when having to deal with Alice later on. Jill sighed realizing that she was left with only one choice – she had to just toss them out. With an even heavier sigh, Jill removed her pants so that she could slip off her panties. She reached over and grabbed some paper towels to wrap them in so that she could hide the evidence and very carefully deposited them in the nearby trash can. Deciding that she was already as far as she was, she very carefully collected the required sample, or tried to at least. Jill could only sigh once more when she inevitably peed all over her hands in the process. More than once she silently cursed the male population for being able to do such a simple task far easier than she could. Grimacing, Jill pulled the pull up back on, frowning when she realized how much better they fit. She wasn’t sure that she liked the cold dampness against her crotch, but she supposed it could be worse. Shivering slightly without her pants on, Jill placed the cup on the metal tray sitting on the counter for it to be collected and washed her hands. Not wanting to pantsless for much longer, Jill quickly washed her hands and pulled her joggers back on, letting out a breath of relief that she was a little less cold. Still, Jill could feel the dampness around her crotch. The pull up had chilled considerably much to her dismay, and she found herself missing the warmth that was once there. She debated for just a moment on whether or not she could squeeze out a little more pee to warm them up, but decided it was best to not push her luck. Realizing the thought that crossed her mind, Jill left the bathroom with an exceptionally red face and returned to her exam room. Dr. Hudson wasn’t in the room but a nurse was, something Jill half expected. Jill felt like her face had to be glowing like a buoy in the middle of the ocean she was surely drowning in. She was extremely aware of every little crackle of her pull up and the wetness that pressed against her skin and the odd lukewarm feeling around her legs. She was very aware of the damp spots on her leggings and when she sat back down on the table, Jill made sure to keep her backside hidden. Luckily, the nurse didn’t seem to notice or make any acknowledgement of why she was there. Instead, the nurse went through a very quick examination of her waist and lower back, making sure that nothing seemed out of sorts. If the nurse noticed the pull up sticking out of the top of Jill’s pants, she didn’t comment. With the examination done, the nurse wrote something down in Jill’s file, gave her a smile, and left with an assurance Dr. Hudson would return. It felt like ages for Dr. Hudson to return and Jill’s leg was shaking anxiously where she sat. When Dr. Hudson stepped into the room, they sat back down on their chair and skimmed back through Jill’s file. “Well, so far we haven’t found anything yet,” Dr. Hudson said with a serious expression on their face. “But that doesn’t mean there is nothing wrong. Based off what you have told me, it sounds like it might be an overreaction on your body’s part due to stress. Stress affects everyone differently and there’s a possibility that this is your body’s way of dealing with it. While it’s unfortunate and I imagine embarrassing for you, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and happens more often than you think.” “That’s a thing?” Jill questioned. “Being so stressed that I….” she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence, unable to bear the possibility of saying it loud. “It is,” Dr. Hudson said with a nod, “but that’s only one possibility. What I would like you to do is always keep a journal with you. If you feel a pressing need or urge that isn’t normal, then I would like you to write down how you’re feeling and how far along the need is. Say, perhaps a 1 is just a drop, and a 10 is your absolute worse. I’ll make sure to give you a form with instructions on how to go about it. “I’ll write you out a script to get some proper protection, and from somewhere online so that you don’t have to worry. Having the right fit will make you feel more confident. I’d say we meet back up in about four weeks and do a quick check on things. If things aren’t looking any better, then we’ll do some more testing to see what might be going on. Also, to make it easier while out in public, we’ll make sure to send you home with a card stating that you have a medical condition. This should drastically cut down on any issues you might have in stores or other businesses.” Jill could only murmur an okay in response and wondered how exactly she got herself in this situation. A part of her couldn’t help but be intrigued at her sudden twist in life, but she was still mortified. Sheepishly, Jill left the room when Dr. Hudson dismissed her and reluctantly scheduled a follow up appointment. When she returned to the waiting room, Jill was relieved that Alice didn’t seem to ask her too many questions and allowed her to go to the car in silence. All Jill wanted was a shower and to crawl into bed and get out of her pull up. But perhaps not without using it one more time for good measure in the safety of her home.
  3. One very important thing to know about me is that I absolutely love my job. It’s taken me a very long time to find a place that I genuinely like getting up and going to most days. It’s very public facing, very customer-service oriented, but it fits me well. It doesn’t much for me to get focused on what I’m doing because I am more than happy to do it. It’s wonderful and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. The second very important thing to know about me is that I love coffee. It’s never been something that’s been known to wake me up, it never really has, but I love the routine involved. Plus, it doesn’t help that I love the smell and could spend hours in a coffee shop just writing away, but that’s an entirely different story for a different day. Oh, and I guess there’s a third thing that you might need to know that’s important. I have a laughably small bladder. Surely, by now, you’re seeing that these three facts can cause, well…some trouble. After nearly a year in my current position, I was given the opportunity to move to a different one. It was an unexpected jump, but it involves working with people a lot more, which means my focus is usually on whomever is in front of me. This usually means that my focus is on a child screaming random nonsense at me that I need to decipher, but it’s genuinely amusing. This also means I have multiple stories. The story that I’ll share today is as recent as yesterday. I was roped into working on an outdoor children’s program that I forgot about until the very last minute. Luckily I was mostly prepared, but I forgot I would have to actively participate. Not a big deal – got in the car, immediately picked up a hilariously large 32 oz coffee (pumpkin spice, first of the season, I was in an absolute state of bliss), and made my way to work. I met up with my coworker who would be joining me on our outdoor excursion to discuss how we were going to do it, spent a half hour helping out where I could, then we were on our way. As much as I love coffee, it runs through me and quickly. I swear I only took a few sips before I knew that I was potentially going to have an issue. I sat down on one of the benches outside of the building with required supplies sitting between me and my colleague, and held my coffee on my lap. Now, I knew the program was only meant to last for an hour, but between late arrivals and clean up, we were looking at almost two. I debated with myself at the speed I would drink my coffee, wanting to savor the flavor, but after a half hour of no one showing up, I needed something to do. Keep in mind, this colleague of mine had only started working with me not even two weeks ago and barely knew me. Imagine my embarrassment when she immediately stopped what she was saying, gave me a look, and asked the question I really hoped she wouldn’t ask, “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Cue the laugh and the excuse of, “Absolutely not” as I readjusted my position on the bench. Clearly I was unaware of just how much foot tapping I had been doing. It’s a habit that I think I’ve always had, and even if I’m not paying attention to my own bladder, my foot apparently is. I had to admit to myself silently that not even a quarter way through my coffee I was very aware that I had to pee, but I didn’t necessarily feel like getting up just yet. It was very nice weather, cloudy with a breeze, and without any humidity? I was content. Still, I decided it might not be a bad idea to slow down with the coffee. There was still a lot of time left to go, and I couldn’t stand the idea of having another red-faced moment. My cheeks were still burning well after the fact. Not too long after her question, we had our first arrivals. Several children ran up to us with pure delight, shoved their hands into the tubs full of chalk, and immediately started drawing wherever they could. It was impressive some of the things these kids came up with and created, and it was around this time I realized I needed to join in. Begrudgingly, I got off the bench, grabbed some chalk and my coffee, and dropped down to my knees at an empty section of sidewalk and started to work. I didn’t really feel like being on the ground, but the best way to join in on these things is to just do it. The kids were delighted to help, I was amused by what they were doing, and hey, I had my coffee to keep me company as well. It was a nice little break to the day and a fantastic distraction from my other million and one thoughts I was worried about, but apparently it was too much of a distraction. I’m not exactly sure when it hit me that I was hitting struggle territory. I don’t know if I had been in the middle of drawing a sailboat, half-bent over on my hands and knees to color in the sail, or if it was when I sat back to see what I had done so far that I realized I really needed to pee. I suppose it doesn’t matter too much, but it did not help the situation. The last thing I wanted was to make the problem worse, but I also wasn’t done drawing yet. Being stubborn, I decided that I needed to finish my drawing before I got up, but the moment I bent back over to color the sail in, I immediately regretted the decision. I tend to not be too hyper aware of myself sometimes, but between the realization I had to pee and my positioning, I was entirely too aware by the tiny bit of heat that seemingly came out of nowhere. I swear I could feel every little miniscule movement as my bladder threatened to betray me in the worst possible way. If I wasn’t familiar with the sensation, I would have probably been more alarmed by how obvious it felt; like a tiny little river snaking its way from my bladder and to my panties, but luckily I was able to hide the tiny bit of shock. I was able to clamp up really quickly and sat up to take a breath to try and calm myself down just enough to keep things from progressing further than they needed to. Curious, I snuck a look at my coffee – I was about three quarters of the way finished. I had chugged down nearly 20 ounces of coffee in less than an hour and the program still wasn’t done. Not wanting to dare push things further, I decided that my drawing was done and very carefully stood back up. I’m very glad that no one was paying attention to me and were thoroughly engrossed in their work as I don’t know that I was able to mask the expression on my face when I felt another very hot leak find its way through to my panties. I was very relieved that my jeans were at least a medium-dark wash so hopefully it would hide any leaks if things got that far. I very quickly gave myself a quick check with my hands by running them along my back under the guise of trying to remove chalk dust. It seemed that I was still in the all clear, except my butt was definitely covered in chalk. I figured it was the required price to pay and I returned to the bench. I didn’t plan to finish my coffee, but sitting on the bench just watching what was happening didn’t give me much to do. It doesn’t help that pumpkin spice is pretty much my weakness and with it being my first one of the season, I was finishing it. So, I sat there, drank the last eight ounces of my coffee, and found myself with an even bigger problem. There was absolutely no denying on my end that I had to pee like no tomorrow. The pressure was absolutely awful and no amount of shifting and wiggling was going to help me fix it. Not while sitting at least. Needing to distract myself further for at least another 45 minutes, I forced myself up off the bench, threw out my coffee cup, and started to walk around. Walking seemed to help for a bit, though I had to cross my legs many many times to keep myself from having any further leaks. Well, big ones at least. I couldn’t entirely stop the little spurts from squeaking through, but I kept the worst of it at bay. The uneven sidewalk was an excellent excuse for my funny little walk and I kept that reasoning the entire time we were outside until finally, at last, the last children left. Now, you might think the story ends here and that I managed to escape and all is well. The problem is, I can’t exactly say that. My colleague and I were really quick with cleaning up, but the problem is there was a lot of bending to get the chalk off the ground. Full bladder plus bending? Wasn’t doing me any favors, but I survived that as best as I could. The next challenge was the set of stairs to get onto the main floor of the building. Sure I could have taken the elevator, but it’s slow and clunky, and even though I wouldn’t be too fond of it, the stairs would be quicker. I just about ran up those stairs towards the safety of our single bathroom in our back office. However, I did not take into account that everyone was working that day and in a building full of women? That bathroom almost always has someone in it. Luckily in the safety of the back I was free to do my little dance of desperation without any judgement. We’ve all been in that position multiple times and have had similar moments all throughout the week, and today it was apparently my turn. After what felt like far too long, I was finally able to get into the bathroom and I’m fairly positive that my pants weren’t even fully down before the flood came loose. By sheer luck I was mostly near the toilet, but there was definitely clean up involved. While my pants managed to mostly survive the onslaught without being too obvious, my panties (and my ego) certainly did not.
  4. a/n: This lovely addition was written along with Avery Fox~. We had a fantastic time writing this installment together ^.^ ~~~ Chapter Six: Everything Goes Wrong Jill and Alice sat within the cozy confines of Jill’s living room. It wasn’t often that Alice stopped by as it was usually the other way around. Jill would often go to Alice’s house to babysit the dog or stop by just for company. It was just the older woman and her dog and she would frequently get lonely. Jill never minded spending time with Alice when the opportunity presented itself. Besides, she absolutely adored Molly and took any time she could have with the dog. All the same, Alice’s sudden need to stop by left Jill confused. She had no idea what was so important that Alice wanted to talk about, but she refused to let it take away from her being a good host. “So,” Jill said slowly, wanting to break the strange silence filling the room, “would you like anything, Alice? Tea? Coffee? Something else? I’m afraid that I don’t have any dog food, but I’m sure Molly would love a cold bowl of water since it’s definitely hot outside.” At the mention of her name, the three-year-old golden ball of fuzzy fur bounded into the living room, legs floppy and loose like her tongue that was already half out of her mouth in a smile. It brought a smile to Jill’s lips when Molly barreled into her knees, and she was grateful that she was already sitting down. “Some tea would be nice, dear,” Alice said with a smile. “And I’m sure that Molly here would love some cold water. The poor thing has been running rather hot these days with this weather.” Jill nodded, quickly heading into the kitchen and took her time grabbing Alice’s tea and a bowl of water for Molly. Everything felt off the moment the two entered her home, but Jill couldn’t figure out why. Everything seemed mostly all right when they spoke earlier, so why did everything seem oddly quiet? It was very out of character for Alice to be so solemn, and the woman arrived with such a concerned look that Jill couldn’t help but question things. What if Alice was about to tell her that something terrible had happened to someone in her family? Jill almost considered asking Alice if she wanted something stronger to drink, just in case. Not wanting to think the worst, Jill took Alice’s tea and Molly’s bowl with her back to the living room. She set Molly’s bowl on the ground, giggling when the dog attacked it to get a drink, and handed Alice her tea. Jill didn’t want to bother grabbing something for herself, not wanting to make things difficult. “So, how are things?” Jill asked, putting on a bright smile when Alice hadn’t said a word and was nursing her cup of tea instead. “It’s been a while since we’ve last talked.” “It has been a while,” Alice replied slowly. “Things have been all right. But the bigger question is how are things with you?” Jill looked at Alice curiously, shifting nervously. “What do you mean?” Jill asked with a nervous giggle. “I’ve been great. Like, school’s been stressful, but that’s normal. It’s been a little difficult as my group isn’t as well behaved as my other classes, but I deal.” “I can only imagine,” Alice said. “Teaching seems like such a stressful job sometimes.” Alice fell quiet again, taking in Jill with concern evident in her eyes. “But is there more going on, Jill?” Jill felt her anxiety start to intensify. She wasn’t anxious often, but Alice was really starting to hint at something, but Jill didn’t know what. Everything felt confusing and yesterday hadn’t been a good day, and that morning was decent enough, she had thought. The only thing Jill could manage was a strangled noise as she started to choke up with tears filling her eyes. Alice was such a nice person and like a second mother to her, so why wasn’t she just saying what was on her mind. “Jill, I’m just going to be forward,” Alice said gently, leaning forward across the coffee table between them to put a hand on Jill’s knee. She sighed, gently brushing a thumb over Jill’s knee. “Are you having some personal issues?” “Am I having ‘personal issues?’” Jill questioned, blinking back her tears. “Well, yes,” Alice said as if her response would make Jill any less confused. Jill and Alice could only stare at each other, Jill confused, and Alice looking expectant. Jill wasn’t sure what Alice was getting at, and she didn’t dare try to offer an explanation. “No?” Jill finally offered when Alice remained quiet and didn’t elaborate. She couldn’t help but cringe at the sympathetic look Alice gave her, and the small squeeze on her knee. “What would make you think that?” Jill asked, growing even more anxious. Alice’s expression grew more sympathetic, and she gave Jill’s knee a longer squeeze. Alice shifted where she sat as if she was ready to tell Jill something difficult. “Jill,” Alice started in a soft and comforting tone, “I understand that you wouldn’t like to share this, and that it’s embarrassing, but maybe I can help. I have to be so blunt, but are you having incontinence issues? I’ve seen you struggling a few times, including this morning, and if you need help, we can get it for you.” If Jill wasn’t so distressed by what was happening, she might have burst into hysterical laughter from nerves. Instead, she burst into tears and didn’t know how to respond. She thought that she had been so careful and that no one had noticed what she was doing, but could she play it off and make Alice think otherwise? Jill wasn’t entirely sure. It was clear that she had been caught, but the issue was far different than Alice could ever be allowed to know. “Oh, Jill,” Jill heard Alice gently say. Jill couldn’t stop her sobs, and only started to cry harder when she felt herself being wrapped in a comforting hug. “I’ll help you figure it out, okay? I’ll help you, and there are things to help you.” But as Jill felt herself being made to sit up straight, she wasn’t entirely sure what she should feel about things, and worst of all, she needed to pee from all of the stress. “When did all of this start, honey?” Alice asked Jill, gently brushing away Jill’s tears with her thumbs. All Jill could do was manage a weak shake of her head in response. She didn’t want to answer, and there was absolutely no way that she could talk to Alice about what was going on. “Jill, honey, I understand that you feel embarrassed and that you don’t want to talk about it,” Alice said gently, pulling Jill back into a hug and rubbing soothing circles on her back. “But it would be really helpful to know when it happened and if there was something that maybe caused it.” “Alice, I can’t,” Jill managed to choke out. “I really can’t. “Jill, please, I know it’s been going on for at least a month now,” Alice said, sitting Jill up again. “I didn’t mean to be a spy or anything, but when I saw you step out of your car recently, you were completely soaked. So please tell me how long it’s been?” Jill hung her head in shame. Her mind was a mess – she was a mess – but she didn’t know how to get herself out of this one. She supposed that she had to be as honest as possible because at the end of the day, they were still accidents. Maybe that’s what she just needed to tell Alice and then her embarrassment would be over. “They were just accidents, Alice,” Jill choked out, trying to will her voice to steady, but not sounding too convincing in between her hiccups and sobs. “I know they were just accidents, Jill, I know.” Jill wasn’t sure what it was, but Alice’s words made her burst out into sobs again. “It started about two months ago,” Jill managed to stutter out. “Right after you fell down the stairs at our house?” Alice gasped out. As if luck was finally turning, Jill sensed an out and nodded weakly. “I think so,” Jill replied. She knew that wasn’t the case at all, but the dates were close enough. Jill took a moment to squeeze her thighs together a little as she really needed to pee but didn’t want to make it too obvious. She never expected things to take a turn the way they did, and she didn’t know what to do except play along for a moment. “Are you feeling a little calmer now,” Alice asked. “You seemed to have stopped crying.” “I think so,” Jill said with a shaky nod. “I’m sorry,” she started to say before she was interrupted. “Now, none of that, my dear. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, so I understand.” Alice gave Jill a soft squeeze on her shoulder. Suddenly, Jill had to try very hard to keep a pokerface as she felt a leak squeeze out. It wasn’t much, but she definitely didn’t want to pee herself in front of Alice. “Alice, I uhm, need to go to the bathroom really quick if that’s okay.” “Yes, of course,” Alice replied, waving Jill off with a worried look. “You don’t need to ask. Go quick.” Jill gave Alice an appreciative look and hurried upstairs. Her quick rush caused her to have another leak, but at least her pants didn’t show it. For the moment, that was good enough for Jill. When she returned downstairs, she saw that Alice had made her a cup of tea. “Are you okay?” Alice asked as Jill sat down. Jill felt her face go red at Alice’s question. “Yeah, I think so,” Jill offered. Alice seemed to study for her a long moment before humming something that sounded like a, “Glad.” “So, Jill, there are a few things that need to be done, I think,” Alice said with a sigh. “I think we need to plan you a doctor’s appointment.” Jill immediately felt herself begin to panic. There was no reason for her to go to a doctor and the idea of having to talk to a doctor about things made her nervous. “No, Alice, please,” Jill practically sobbed. “No doctor.” “Jill, it would really help to figure out what’s wrong,” Alice said gently, “but we’ll do that later, okay? When you’ve calmed down a bit?” Alice slapped both of her knees with her hands, immediately getting down to business. “Tell you what, I’ll bring Molly home and inform that silly boyfriend of mine that you’re unwell and I’ll be staying with you for a bit. He’ll understand.” Jill could only murmur a weak, “Okay.” She was exhausted, and couldn’t even panic at the idea of yet another person knowing something was off with her. Jill had no idea that Alice’s boyfriend was even around at the moment, though she shouldn’t have been too surprised. The two had been getting on well enough. “But first, I’m going to get you into bed,” Jill heard Alice say. Jill felt an arm wrap around her and pull her gently from the couch before slowly dragging her up the stairs and to her bedroom. She was only half-aware of being laid into her bed and tucked in, and only barely took in Alice’s pointed glance towards her hamper where at least two pairs of wet panties and soaked leggings were sitting. Jill was so out of it that she didn’t hear Alice say, “Oh, Jill, if only you had told me sooner, I would have been able to do something. But I’ll help now, you’ll see. I’ll be back soon; you just get some rest.” Jill was sure that she had barely slept at all when she felt herself being shaken awake. The first thing that she noticed was that she felt cozy. Jill wasn’t sure that she had slept so well in a long time, and questioned what exactly Alice had put into her tea. The next thing Jill noticed, as she stretched sleepily, was that she was warm. Perhaps a little too warm and perhaps a little stickier than she would have liked. It took Jill a few moments longer to wake up fully and come to her senses and realized exactly why she felt so sticky and warm. Her face immediately turned red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realized that there was absolutely no way she was getting out of this one. If she was aware of what happened, then Alice had to know as well. The smell wasn’t exactly hard to miss even with her blankets over top of her. She was left with only one option. Jill carefully cracked her eyes open to find herself meeting Alice’s sympathetic gaze. “I think it’s time we consider the doctor’s for you,” Alice said gently. Jill was not given any other option but to agree. “I’ll throw everything into the laundry for you,” Alice said. “Just get into the shower and clean yourself up. Remember, it’s okay. I know you can’t help it. We’ll get you some things to help.” As Jill stepped into her shower, she couldn’t help but question how everything had gone wrong so horribly quick. It was quicker than she ever could have imagined, and she didn’t know what to do. Even if she told Alice that she was fine, the woman would never believe her, especially after her latest incident. The worst part was that she couldn’t say it was the first time either. Jill had always been a bed wetter, but by the time she reached 14, it stopped being a nightly thing. By the time she was 16, it didn’t happen very often, but a couple times a year she would wake up wet. It just so happened that her accident had to have the worst timing ever. Well, aside from the one time it happened at summer camp when she was a teenager, but she had been able to get away with that one. Shaking her head clear of her thoughts, Jill realized that there was only one way to move and that was forward. She had backed herself into a corner, and her accident in bed absolutely sealed Alice’s conviction that she had a problem. Jill tried to think of what she could say to Alice as she dried herself off, but decided that for now she was just a passenger in her own life. She had no other choice but to let things be taken over for a little bit. When Jill returned downstairs, she found Alice waiting in her kitchen with a large shopping bag and a kind smile on her face. “Now, I didn’t have much at home, but we had an old waterproof mattress cover you can borrow if you’d like. It would be better to keep your mattress safe as I could see that it wasn’t your first accident,” Alice said. “I also called the doctor for you as I know we use the same one. I convinced him to do a quick check up on you in an hour, so we have to hurry a little.” Alice gave Jill a quick look and then smiled. “It looks like you’re all ready, so let’s head out. I’ll drive.” As Jill followed Alice to her car, she couldn’t help but sigh. The older woman truly was like a mother to her since disease took hers away so many years ago. Jill froze at Alice’s car surprised by the somewhat flustered look on Alice’s face. “Uh, Jill, I know that these probably won’t fit all that well, but I would feel a lot more comfortable if you wore a pull up in my car,” Alice said, reaching into her car and pulling the offending article from another shopping bag. “We had some old ones, and I know that they will be small, but I would rather you not have an accident all over the car seat.” Jill’s face once more went completely beat red, and the worst part is that she understood. Jill wanted to comment on it, but she was tired and completely worn out already and it was only three pm. She normally would have fought it, but instead, she took the pull up from Alice with a tight smile and went upstairs to change. Once she returned to her bathroom to put the pull up on, she realized that it was a bit too small for her. She struggled to get it over her behind. It would remain on her hips for just a moment before the top would roll down and slide off. With a bit of quick thinking, Jill fixed that issue by pulling on a pair of panties over top to make it stay. She checked herself in the mirror once she pulled her pants back on and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed that other than a slight crinkle, it wasn’t obvious. A part of her felt terribly childish that she was wearing a pull up under her clothes because someone thought that she couldn’t make it to the toilet in time. When Jill returned to Alice’s car, Alice quietly asked her if she managed to get the pull up to fit. Jill only managed the smallest of nod as she wordlessly buckled herself in and Alice gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder. As Alice put the car into drive and they made their way towards the city, Jill couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how everything had changed. She was both curious and a little bit worried about what life would suddenly bring her. As the landscapes went past her window, Jill decided that for the time being, her biggest worry was that she had to pee again.
  5. a/n: Oops! I forgot to post this yesterday as a little bonus. Things take a bit of a change here and a little bit shorter, buttttttttt things aren’t any less fun~ Enjoy! ~~~ Chapter Five: Running into Trouble Jill woke up the next morning after her night out with Mike with far too much energy. She supposed that she was feeling a little pent up after the day before. Jill knew that she was certainly annoyed with Mike; he was a nice friend, and she was upset that he risked ruining that friendship. She hoped that he could be normal around her. Hell, she hoped that she could be normal around him. The worst part was she had felt it coming. She knew he’d ask her to go for drinks at some point, and she had tried to stall for as long as she could. She had even tried for weeks to make it obvious that she didn’t have feelings for him. Jill just couldn’t understand men. She supposed that she had been drawn to them in some degree, but only as friends and never romantically. Then again, it wasn’t as though she had much luck in the love department as it was. Relationships just sucked. Then, of course, there was her incident later that night. She had made it to the toilet for once during an emergency, but she was grumpy about that, too. Not wanting to wallow around in bed, Jill decided that she needed to do something about all of her energy before she found herself bouncing around the house. The best way, she decided, was to actually bounce out of her house and go on a run. With her decision made, Jill hopped out of bed to get dressed and make a healthy breakfast. The moment Jill stood up, gravity made itself known and alerted her to her bladder that apparently decided to wake up a little later than herself. Jill decided to ignore her need for the moment as a new idea crept into her head, but she pushed the thought aside for the moment. She decided to change her order for the day and decided to have breakfast first before changing into her running clothes. Jill spent her walk downstairs to the kitchen debating on what she would make before ultimately deciding on a refreshing smoothie. Even though she didn’t have a drop of alcohol, she couldn’t deny that a smoothie would make her happy to have. She opened her freezer and grabbed whatever frozen fruits she could possibly need, apparently having a theme. Anything that had the color red was going to make its way into her breakfast. She tossed the fruit into her blender, added some yogurt and juice, and carefully held the lid to her blender down as she turned it on. When she took a drink of her concoction, she had to admit to herself that it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either. At least it was edible and she supposed that was good enough. Cooking she could do, baking she could handle on a good day, but no matter how many times she tried to make a smoothie it was never the best. It wasn’t her strong suit in the least, but she could say the one she just made ranked pretty high. With her smoothie consumed, Jill checked her phone to check the weather. Realizing it was going to be another hot day, she decided to get ready and get out before the heat kicked in. She didn’t want to bake herself in the sun, or even worse, faint. Jill trudged back upstairs and tossed on her running clothes. She opted her for favorite pink running tank top, but hesitated with her leggings. She had an idea of what she wanted to do, but wasn’t sure if she dared to do it. She debated for a moment. Jill kind of needed to pee, but she could also pee herself during her run. However, if she did that, she definitely needed her black leggings to hide the evidence. Ah, what the hell, Jill decided as the courage of her thoughts catapulted her next movements. She couldn’t manage to do things the way she wanted the day before, but today would be much different. With her choice made, Jill pulled on her black leggings and wormed her way into her running shoes. She then decided to fill her water bottle before heading out the door. The first thing she noticed was that it was warm. Not too warm, just yet, but enough that she needed the shade. She was starting to huff and puff as she pushed herself uphill towards her favorite park. The second thing that she noticed was her need to pee. Running felt like absolute torture on her bladder as it shook with each impact of her feet on the ground. She knew it was risky for her, she’d never done well running with a full bladder, but this time she was counting on it. As she pushed hard to get up the last section of hill before entering the park, she felt a small leak dampening her panties under her leggings. She figured that it wasn’t too bad yet and slowed herself down a little to prevent a major leak. However, half-way through her first lap at the park, Jill was at the point that her pushing caused her to lose a spurt of two every so often. She reached a hand down to stealthily check her pants, only half-surprised to feel a fair sized patch of wetness on her leggings. She was nearly positive that the wet patch wasn’t visible unless someone was looking for it, but she couldn’t help but admit that it gave her all kinds of different feelings. Here she was, again, this time in public, and her panties were completely soaked, yet the people that ran past her had no idea. She couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill that it gave her and she wanted more. Jill decided to veer off her path a little bit. She knew of a fairly secluded place in the park where she shouldn’t be disturbed and she excitedly ran a little faster in that direction. As she ran towards her new destination in the wooded section of the park, she felt another spurt of pee leak out of her. It did nothing to alleviate the pressure on her bladder, but made her excited. She had to pee badly; not as much as previous times, but enough. As she rounded the corner to the place she was looking for, Jill slowed down and then finally stopped moving.She hadn’t come across anyone on her way which meant the spot was clear. Jill felt her breath start to quicken and her pulse start to race. She was about to pee herself and she wasn’t going to chicken out this time. She debated on whether or not she wanted to spread her legs of cross them, but decided on something in between. Jill didn’t quite cross her legs, but kept them close enough together. She breathed out and pushed. Jill waited for a moment and then pushed again and pushed some more but to her frustration, nothing was happening. She thought about it for a moment and realized that pushing only made her clam up, but gave another push to test that theory. When nothing was happening still, Jill took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. At first, nothing happened, but then she could feel it. Like a balloon that was popped, the dam was finally broken and Jill felt herself peeing her leggings at full force, quickly rewarding her soaked panties that couldn’t hold another drop. She felt her butt started to get wet, pee pooling up on the inside of her leggings, before the familiar heat ran down her legs, leaving a glistening trail on the soft fabric. However, the heat didn’t just go down her legs as she felt it reach her belly and her cheeks that had to be a bright red. Jill couldn’t stop herself and watched in fascination as the yellow pool expanded out from her feet and towards the hot concrete. For a moment, it looked as though the ground had soaked everything in, but it pooled quickly and suddenly, leaving Jill in a puddle when she finally finished. She remained frozen where she stood, breathing hard and taking in what she had done. Jill realized that she had to leave quickly before someone came and she got caught, but the idea was equally as arousing as it was humiliating. She looked around, down at the puddle at her feet, and then decided to take off running. Jill made sure to shuffle her feet through a patch of grass and carefully checked how her leggings looked. Luckily they looked as though nothing had really happened, shining with only the faintest of glimmers that gave away the fact they were wet. As Jill set off again, she relished in the adrenaline rush she felt. She was running home in wet panties, passing a couple of people every so often and no one seemed to notice a thing. Jill’s delight at not getting caught came to a screeching halt once she reacher her street and heard a familiar voice call out, “Hey, Jill! Jill!! Come over here, will you?” Jill slowed for just a moment to see the friendly face of her neighbor Alice from across the street walking her dog Molly, one of the sweetest Golden Retrievers Jill had ever met. Alarm bells rang out loudly in Jill’s head. She was far from dry, and what if Alice could smell her? She felt her face burn hot at the idea in embarrassment. At the very least, she could play off her red cheeks as being too hot from the heat. The sun was starting to burn a lot hotter as it rose in the sky and that much wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion. As Jill crossed the street, she put on a cheerful smile, grateful for the skill she had learned while teaching. “Hi, Alice,” Jill said, planting her hands on her hips. “Walking Molly, I see.” “Yeah, the lazy thing needed to get out before the heat gets to be too much,” Alice replied with a sigh. As they spoke, Molly very quickly rushed to Jill, sniffing her legs with a fervor that made her blush even further. “Hey!” Jill said, trying to push Molly away as gently as possible. The last thing she needed was to have the dog sniff her soaked leggings. Jill couldn’t help but notice the way Alice’s eyebrows raised in surprised at her actions. She would never ordinarily push Molly away. In fact, she never had before even with as sweaty and hot as she had been before. Alice seemed to be studying Jill far more closely as if she was a book being read, and Jill started to panic. Would Alice dare mention anything to her? “Hey, Jill, I am sure that you want to finish you run,” Alice finally said, tugging gently on Molly’s leash to pull her away from Jill. “Is it all right if I drop by a little later today?” “Uhm, yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Jill answered. “I suppose after you’re done walking Molly is all right, although I do need a shower. So many in about an hour?” “That’ll be perfect,” Alice said, giving Jill a gentle smile. “I’ll see you then.” Jill watched as Alice walked away with Molly bouncing happily in step beside her. She let out a breath that she wasn’t aware she had been holding and turned on her heel to head back towards her house. Jill was mortified, but also felt that her experience that day had been thrilling. Running off the high of what she had done, Jill got in the shower, tossed her clothes off and let the warm water hit her. Still feeling pent up, but now with different reasons, Jill decided to give in to her new thoughts and touch herself. It was the least she could do to try and burn off the last of her excess energy.
  6. Poor thing tried to shoot his shot and missed terribly! Ooops! Progress? Fluke? Who knows~?
  7. Hi there~ Train wound up being okay! And our final leg of the trip involved Amtrak. Trip back is a whole different story though
  8. a/n: Back again with another bit~ Went a little in a different direction this time ~~~ Chapter Four: A Bit of a Letdown Jill sighed as she rested her head on her head. She wasn’t sure if she was having fun, or if she was dreadfully bored. It was a Friday night and Mike had all but cornered her in her classroom again, asking if she wanted to join him for a drink. She didn’t really want to, but since she couldn’t find an excuse not to, she decided it might be a good idea for her to just go and maybe have some fun. The bar was good enough, she supposed. There was a nice group of people there and the music wasn’t too loud. She couldn’t imagine that she would’ve found an ounce of enjoyment if the bar was as loud as a concert with overly rowdy people. “So,” Mike started slowly, “what do you think of the place? Not bad, huh? I come here fairly often?” “Yeah, it’s pretty decent,” Jill answered with a shrug. “I just don’t come to places like this often.” “Ah, I see,” Mike laughed. “Maybe I just need to educate you,” he added, laughing at what Jill imagined he thought was a clever quip. She didn’t find it that funny at all. “Do you often bring friends here?” Jill asked, curious to know what Mike had to say. She didn’t think that the bar they were in was particularly a “friend” location. They were surrounded by couples and it was making Jill question what Mike’s plans were. She watched as Mike looked around and he gave a slight shrug. “Eh, not really,” Mike said. “I mean, I’ve brought a few of my mates, but not a lot of girls,” he added, trying to subtly lean in towards Jill. “Hey, want to get another drink? Maybe something a little stronger? It’s the weekend after all, you should enjoy it.” “I’ll do another Coke Zero, but definitely no alcohol for me. I still need to drive home, remember?” “Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll be right back. Don’t run, okay?” Mike gave Jill a beaming smile before running off in the direction of the bar. “Yeah, of course not,” Jill muttered under her breath, giving Mike a small smile when he turned back to look at her. “Wish I could though,” she added to herself. She wasn’t on her first drink, but she was hoping the next one would be her last. Her bladder was beginning to take notice of how much she was drinking and had alerted her to that fact, but Mike had given her zero chance to leave and relieve herself. Jill wasn’t given much time to lament as Mike returned with another massive Coke and a beer for himself. “I see you didn’t run for it,” Mike laughed. “That’s a positive.” “Yeah, no, I’m all right,” Jill replied, accepting her Coke from Mike and taking a sip just to distract herself for a moment. “So, I have a question for you,” Mike said. “How did a hottie like you wind up getting into teaching?” Jill peered at Mike over the top of her glass completely flabbergasted. He had the subtlety of a brick. If she hadn’t been questioning his thoughts before, she was certainly questioning them now. “Uhm, excuse me?” Jill asked, confused. “What do you mean by that?” Mike frowned at Jill’s response, running a hand through his hair as he seemed to debate on whether or not he had offended Jill or if she just misheard. He seemed to settle on the latter and tried to play it off, scooching in closer to her as he repeated the question. “How did you get into teaching?” That’s better, Jill thought to herself. “Well, that’s a good question,” Jill answered thoughtfully. “I used to absolutely hate kids, actually. When I was a teen, I couldn’t stand them and absolutely hated when anyone asked me to babysit. I genuinely couldn’t stand having to spend time or be near them at all. Drove me absolutely insane. I actually wanted to become a nurse, but when my mom reminded me that I’m deathly afraid of needles, I started to explore a little more. I was totally clueless on what to do. It wasn’t until I was talking to my guidance counselor one day and he was like, ‘Jill, has anyone ever told you about the wonders of teaching? What it’s like to become a huge part of raising small humans to become better people and give yourself a little bit to everyone that passes through your classroom?’ And I have to tell you, I completely bought it.” Jill could tell that she was starting to get far more animated the more she spoke, but she didn’t care. Her story that led her into teaching was one of her favorite ones to tell. “Like, he told me about the brilliant days where you manage to help someone and make a difference. And he told me about the less than great days where they refuse to listen or when something bad happens. Even though the idea of bad days scared me, I realized that I didn’t want to do anything else. The idea of shaping an entire generation seemed incredible to me, and so I kept up with my studies, did my internships and loved every bit of it, and I still love it to this day.” “Oh, wow,” Mike said with a whistle. “That’s pretty deep. That’s also way different than my story.” Jill listened to Mike tell his story, which was definitely far different than hers. Mike had apparently always wanted to be a teacher, inspired by an old history teacher that had captured his attention. She was trying hard to focus on Mike’s story, wanting to at least be somewhat attentive, but found her mind beginning to wander. Jill carefully crossed her legs. Her need to pee was steadily increasing, and she felt herself feeling mischievous. She wondered how Mike would react if she peed herself right then and there. Could she even do it in a crowded area? She bet after that she could certainly go home with no questions asked. Realizing her thoughts were drifting off to a place she didn’t want them to go to, she squashed the thoughts. It took her a moment to refocus and realize that Mike’s story had changed. He was talking about how nearly everyone in his family just so happened to be teachers, and he decided that maybe that was also a reason why it wouldn’t be a bad job to have. “No, it’s certainly not that worst job, huh?” Jill asked with a laugh. She finished her Coke with a sigh, trying to figure out what to do when a silence fell between them. She supposed the best option was to be a little honest. “Hey, Mike? Do you mind if I head to the bathroom for a minute? I really need to pee.” “Yeah, sure, fine by me,” Mike said quickly, waving Jill off. “I’ll be right here waiting.” As Jill stood up, she realized just how badly she needed to pee. The thoughts of just letting go right there shot through her head. She could practically imagine the feelings of her pee running down her legs and spreading beneath her. What the hell, Jill mentally interrupted herself. What’s wrong with you? Just go to the bathroom. Not wanting to give herself a moment to rethink the idea, Jill carefully made her way through the crowded bar and towards the bathroom. It was to her horror that she realized just how long the line to the bathroom was. That wasn’t going to help her in the least. She took a minute to think about it, and decided that she would just wrap things up with Mike and then go home. She could more than happily pee in her own toilet and not have to wait probably three times as long on an outing that she didn’t particularly want to be on. Not only that, she was determined to not let her new thoughts win out. She refused to let that side of her out that night. Jill started to tell herself in her mind exactly what she was going to say when she got back to Mike. She was almost grateful that the crowds were so dense so that she had time to think of what to say in a way that he wouldn’t protest too much. Jill was almost positive that she could leave the situation gracefully, and hoped that Mike wouldn’t complain. As she neared Mike, he tried to flash her a million watt smile. “Feel better, Jill?” he asked. Jill tried to open her mouth to speak, but before she had the chance, Mike continued speaking. “Hey, it’s getting kind of crowded here. How about we head back to my place, or some pizza, and you can stay over. We can continue having a great night. How does that sound?” “Uhm,” Jill said slowly. “No? Why would I go to your house? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.” Mike’s hand immediately went up to rub the back of his neck, a light flush creeping into his cheeks. “Well, uhm, I suppose that was a bit forward,” Mike said with a nervous chuckle. “But uhm, here’s the thing.” Oh boy, here it comes, Jill thought to herself, trying to keep herself from rolling her eyes. The cat is finally coming out of the bag. “Well, here’s the thing, but uhm, I’ve kind of found that the more time we’ve spent together, even if it’s mostly been at work, that I really like you a lot.” “Well, I like you, too,” Jill said gently, hoping that she appeared clueless to what Mike was trying to tell her. She really didn’t want to have to go into things. “You’re a great friend, Mike.” “Well, here’s the thing, Jill,” Mike said, leaning towards her again, looking as if he was ready to proposition a business deal with her. “I think we both know that we’re a good match, and I really like you a lot more than just a friend. I was thinking that maybe we could consider this our first date, no?” Jill felt her stomach drop. She knew that Mike was into her, but hadn’t prepared herself for the possibility of having to actually reject him. How was she going to manage to do it gently when he had such a bright and hopeful smile on his face? “Uhm, Mike,” Jill started gently, “I genuinely like you, I really do, and I don’t really want to hurt you.” Jill subtly crossed her legs trying not to grimace. Having to pee made it really hard for her to focus, but she needed to get through the moment. “But you’re really not my type, if you know what I mean. I am so so sorry if you thought I liked you as more than just friends. I’m just not really attracted to you in that way, and I can’t be.” Mike’s face immediately fell, and Jill could have sworn that he was nearly close to tears, but he still kept up a brave face. “Well, shit,” Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck with both hands. His eyes went from Jill’s face to darting around the bar, not focusing on one single thing. “I must have come off as a complete asshole just now, damn. I just assumed…” Jill had to admit that she felt awful at Mike’s reaction. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she didn’t think that he was going to take it as hard as he did. It was already bad enough that Jill hated upsetting people for any reason at all. “Okay,” Mike said, straightening up suddenly. “Before we go home, first promise me that there are going to be no awkward feelings. We’re just friends,” he offered. Jill was quick to accept, grateful that Mike wasn’t going to make things even more difficult. “Great. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what is your type? I know a few handsome men, you know.” Jill groaned inwardly, realizing that Mike didn’t fully understand what she was trying to tell him. She was comfortable with herself, but hated having to out herself unnecessarily. What she did in her private life was kept mostly to herself or to whomever she felt like sharing it with, and she really didn’t want to have to tell Mike. It just seemed as if she had no choice as he was far more insistent than she thought he would be. “Mike, I’m going to be honest here,” Jill said quietly, “but I’m not interested in your or your friends because I like women. I’m a lesbian.” Jill watched as Mike’s face shifted several times from shock, to confusion, and then wonder and she felt her face burn with embarrassment. “I really need to head home. See you.” Jill quickly fled to her car, snatching her things from the table and rushing through the crowded bar. She had to pause for a brief moment in her escape to hold herself. She needed to pee badly. Once in her car, Jill found herself debating on whether or not she should just go in her car again. She felt herself relax for just a moment when her thoughts came to a screeching halt. She couldn’t do that again in her car – she had absolutely no protection and she had just cleaned it too. Jill’s thoughts went a mile a minute, and she settled on just going at home. She could pee herself in her bathroom, pre-planned, and on purpose. With that decision made, Jill hurriedly started her car and started driving home. It wasn’t too far from the bar, but it felt like the drive was lasting an eternity. It was so bad that she couldn’t help but be reminded of her of the traffic jam she had been in when she had wet herself (and her car, for that matter). But her thoughts kept going back and forth. Could she really do it? Could she pee herself on purpose? Jill wasn’t feeling too sure of herself. She wanted to, but it had to be wrong. She couldn’t just pee herself whenever she pleased. She was an adult! Her thoughts were interrupted by a group of people that decided to cross the street in front of her suddenly, forcing her to slam on her brakes hard. She felt her seatbelt lock up and cut into her stomach, and she groaned at the tight feeling across her belly. It had been painful to stop so suddenly and nearly made her lose her grip on her aching bladder. She glanced down at her seat, debating for another moment on just letting go, but was quickly reminded that her seat was not covered. With that little reminder in the back of her mind, she clamped down with all of her might and let out a sigh of relief when her seatbelt unlocked itself, relieving her from some of the pressure that she felt. With the tightness gone, Jill tried to pay more attention on her drive, but her thoughts kept drifting to whether or not she could pee herself on purpose or not. After far too long, Jill finally saw her street, and then her house appear in her vision. She hastily parked her car in the driveway, trying to move quickly but slowly enough to not jostle her bladder more than she needed to. If she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t have much choice in the matter, and if Jill knew one thing for sure, it was that she didn’t want to have an accident outside. Jill fidgeted with her keys at her front door, unable to stop herself from hoping from foot to foot. She had the key in the slot, but she wasn’t understanding why her door wasn’t opening. Jill groaned and then remembered that she had just recently replaced the lock. Pull and twist! Jill practically shouted to herself in her mind. She pulled the door towards herself, twisted the key in the lock, and heard the satisfying click of the door unlocking. Jill dashed inside, closed the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and made a run upstairs. Once upstairs and in her bathroom, Jill tried to do what she had done before. She stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself. She took in her appearance – hair up, nice cardigan with black pants and pink socks that didn’t match but she had grabbed in a sleepy haze while getting ready for work. Jill couldn’t help but debate with herself on whether or not she could do it. She was surprisingly nervous at the thought; this was something completely different. Okay, Jill, think for a minute. Calm down. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, and felt herself relax a little. A short burst of pee shot out suddenly, surprising Jill. She had managed to leak a little and had a moment of delight, but then her nerves kicked in and kicked in hard. Jill completely chickened out and clamped up. She couldn’t do it like she thought and practically grabbed herself to make sure she didn’t leak any further. Squeezing herself together as best as she could, Jill hobbled the few steps to the toilet and with a small cry of frustration, managed to pull down her pants and panties. Before she had even fully sat down, she was peeing at full force into the toilet. Jill closed her eyes in relief at finally peeing. She had managed to make it to the toilet mostly in time. When she stood up, she quickly inspected her pants. Her panties had a wet patch, but her pants were fine and survived, so she didn’t bother to change clothes. She pulled them back up, almost reveling in the cold wetness of her damp panties against her skin. When she went to her room, she flopped onto her mattress, belly first, questioning her confused feelings. A part of her was glad that she had made it to the toilet like she was supposed to, yet a big part of her felt disappointed that she didn’t get the same feelings as she did with her accidents. She found that she missed the childish humiliation of standing in the middle of a puddle and her legs and clothes soaked with pee. Jill let out a groan of frustration. She had been so close, but she couldn’t do it like she had wanted to. Not wanting to bother changing, Jill got herself comfortable in her bed to continue thinking. She made herself promise that she would try again, and with that thought in mind, she slowly fell into a restless slumber full of thoughts and doubts over the future.
  9. Hehe only time will tell~ Hehehe I didn’t think of it being sensual, but more fun, but I can totally see it! Glad that you’re enjoying it so far~ ^.^
  10. I don’t think it would necessarily have to be retroactive in its ruling. There are dozens upon dozens of laws that grandfather in older and historical buildings to make up for what’s lost. Just because it’s something new that could be added, doesn’t mean it has to become a massive financial burden. There are thousands of historical buildings that cannot be touched or retrofitted to accommodate that sort of law, and I think that, unfortunately, that’s something we would have to accept. There are so many things that would need to be considered for a project that massive, and that involves the integrity of the building, the plumbing, etc. Some locations would be able to do it, and might want to include additional bathrooms willingly, but that doesn’t mean we should expect it to happen on a large scale or require the law to be retroactive. But that doesn’t mean we need to accept the inequality for future buildings that should already be considering these changes without laws in place. I do see what you were trying to say in the rest of your comment, though, as there is a potential that people would try to push for such a thing. As someone who absolutely loves unisex bathrooms when needed, I have to say they have easily been the cleanest bathrooms I’ve been in. Generally I’ve noticed that unisex bathrooms are more properly staffed than men and women’s bathrooms. Although, admittedly, the line can be equally as long as a normal women’s room and leaving the men’s room line still far shorter. I would like to see them be more common as I think they’re genuinely helpful to have and solve a lot of other issues in the process, but I can guarantee that would raise additional arguments in the “we need our privacy” front. Even if the amount of bathrooms are still theoretically the same, the moment “their space” becomes smaller, it’ll incite an, in my opinion, unneeded panic. I know places where this has been tried to be implemented on a smaller scale locally only to completely abandon the idea of unisex bathrooms due to the very public outcry against it. Eventually, if unisex bathrooms became more common, then I believe it would become the norm and people would accept it, but I don’t believe that society is ready for that just yet. I do believe that we’re getting there, though, just very slowly. I don’t know that there is ever going to be a correct way of approaching this situation as there is always going to be some sort of issue one way or another. It just comes down to what new issues people would want to create and what can be done to alleviate it.
  11. Yay! So glad you listened to me and finally decided to be a little more active here, Avery! Your writing ideas are absolutely fantastic and I can’t wait to see what you come up with~
  12. SelenaFox

    Hi!

    Hi and thank you! I didn’t quite do it for fun until recently because it was terribly unsupportive. My ex was absolutely awful to me when it came to any accidents I had so I always kept things hidden. It’s so nice not having to hide it anymore! At least you discovered that it had a name much earlier than me. It’s always nice to have a part of yourself make sense and even better when you find out there are others~ =^.^=
  13. a/n: hi, it’s me again~ Here’s a third part of Jill’s little adventures! ~~~ Chapter Three: A Grown Woman? Jill was having a wonderful time. She was having a very well-deserved weekend, and she was having a great time with some of her old friends. They were sitting at Starbucks and nursing very large drinks to try and get some relief from the heat outside. It was lucky that they were even able to find seating indoors as it seemed a lot of others had the same idea. No one wanted to deal with the heat. With a quiet hum to herself, Jill softly squeezed her legs together. It wasn’t that bad, but she had to pee a little bit. “Hey, Jill, did you want another coffee?” asked Jill’s friend Liz. “It’s getting kind of late, and I know if you leave any later, traffic will be murderous.” “Uhm, I don’t think so,” Jill started to say, but at the pleading looks from both Liz and Lindsey, she relented. “Okay,” Jill said with an over exaggerated and dramatic sigh, “One more! And that’s it! After that I really have to head home.” The trio happily ordered their drinks and their conversation returned to the easy flow that Jill was used to within her little group. At least, that was until Lindsey turned her way with a mischievous grin. “So, Jill,” Lindsey said slowly, waggling her eyebrows, “anything actually happening in your love life?” Jill let out a very heavy sigh at Lindsey’s question. “Well, you’re not going to believe this,” Jill said, taking a sip of her iced coffee and leaning slightly forward in her seat. “So, one of the teachers where I work – the guy in the room next to me? Pretty sure I think he has a crush on me. He asked me out a few weeks ago.” “Oh, help me,” Liz responded with a groan. “Please at least say he’s your age otherwise that’s gross.” “Yeah, he is,” Jill replied. “But he’s really not my type,” she added carefully, cursing inwardly at the blush that was quickly becoming apparent on her cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, we know,” Lindsey said with a sigh. “You’re pretty hard to lock down.” “At least you’ve got things figured out, I think,” Jill shrugged, glancing pointedly over at Liz. “We both know little Elizabeth here still hasn’t figured anything out.” “Jesus, Liz,” Lindsey said, snorting at Liz’s indignant shout. “After 10 years you really ought to have your shit figured out.” A smile crept on Lindsey’s lips as Liz started to complain loudly. They all loved each other, but Lindsey and Jill had to admit that Liz was hopelessly clueless even on her best days. Jill listened as Lindsey and Liz went at each other and tried to casually and sneakily squeeze her thighs together again. The iced coffee she just had to drink was practically running through her as if it went straight into her mouth and directly to her bladder. Moments later, a lull fell in the conversation. Liz fell silent trying to figure out what exactly Lindsey’s last comment meant, and Jill was half-distracted by herself and by trying to figure out what half their conversation had turned into. The silence didn’t last long however, as Lindsey couldn’t stand for there to be silence. “So, get this,” Lindsey said, taking a long drink of her iced tea. “A few weeks ago, I went to the beach with my boyfriend. We went in my car, and it was so hot we just immediately went into the water. We had a great time because the water was absolutely amazing, though the waves were a little high, but that was fun.” Jill grinned at Lindsey’s animated story-telling, arms flailing and voice lifting in pitch with her excitement. “But now, we’re at the best part.” Lindsey immediately grew solemn, her face grave and serious. “When we got back to the car, I asked Johnny, ‘Did you grab some towels?’ And the look he gave me – oh, dear Lord. And he’s like, ‘I thought you would have some in your car.’ Like, I am absolutely serious with this. How did he come up with that one? Who the hell just has them in their car like that anyway? I mean, logically speaking, if you’re going to the beach, you bring towels!” Both Jill and Liz were unable to contain their laughter at the expression on Lindsey’s face. Or at least Liz was unable to stop her laughter. Jill just felt awkward and embarrassed and laughed just to fit in and trying not to draw notice to herself. She was afraid that the two would somehow be able to read her thoughts and that her face was suddenly a red glowing beacon because she had added exactly that into her car that morning – towels. Luckily, Jill was saved by Liz who all but jumped up and said that it was time to go, but she had to stop at the restroom as all of the drinks she had really made her have to pee. Jill had no issues with taking the chance to leave herself. “I’ll be going straight back to my car. I think if I am quick, I might be able to beat out the traffic,” Jill said with a hopeful smile. She more than willingly accepted hugs from Lindsey and Liz before she was practically shoved out of Starbucks with wishes of good luck for a quick trip back home. Once she was out of Starbucks, Jill let her thoughts begin to wander. She was still in disbelief of what her plans were, but she had thought it out well, she reckoned. Jill knew that the last stop with her friends would be Starbucks and she knew that the traffic would most likely be bad and that there would be traffic jams. She had made sure to grab a few towels, and more importantly, plastic bags to put in her car. She would try to do a little bit of holding to quell the nagging feeling again, but she wasn’t stupid. Jill refused to leave the house without some sort of protection for her car seat. As Jill approached her car, the first thing she was was open the back doors and taking a look at the beach towels and plastic bags she had stored. She decided to pass on the towel for the time being, but grabbed the bags, placing one on her floor and the other on her car seat. With these simple preparations in place, Jill quickly looked around and was relieved that no one was around to notice her. Although, if someone did, she already had the terrible excuse that her jeans were leaving dye everywhere because they were new and she didn’t want to stain her seats. With no one there to have to give an explanation to, Jill quickly hopped into her car. She had to shift in her seat a few times, her face twisting slightly at the crinkle of the plastic bag under her bottom, and was only half-surprised by the now familiar feelings of naughtiness washing over her. Jill quickly pushed the feelings aside. She would make it back fine to her house, but a part of her kind of wished that she didn’t. Desperately trying to squash that part of her mind, Jill put the car into reverse, navigated carefully out of her spot, and drove out of the parking garage. The very moment she merged into city traffic, Jill realized that traffic was a lot worse than she thought. She was constantly running into red lights and it felt like she kept hitting mini traffic jams left and right. She was even forced to sit through light cycles several times. Jill couldn’t stand city driving in the slightest, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she managed to finally get on the highway back home. Jill felt much more content on the highway, driving at a reasonable speed and passing through more familiar suburbs. But seeing such comfortable views made her relax and her need to pee struck hard. She had to squeeze her thighs together with all of her might to try and keep herself from leaking. Jill breathed hard through the wave of need that passed through and with no longer needing to be hyper focused on driving, she was far more aware of how much she needed to go. Fortunately for her, the traffic she had been driving with eased up the further away from the city she went. However, her need to pee was increasing and squeezing her thighs just didn’t seem to be enough. As a new wave came over her, Jill decided to toss cruise control on and cross her legs, wincing at the plastic crinkling under her butt as she shifted and squirmed. The discomfort over the noise disappeared quickly as she found herself thinking that she could just go right there and it would be over, but with a groan, Jill cast the thought aside. She knew that she got herself in trouble by not going before leaving, but she would finally have to start acting like a grown up. She wasn’t meant to have accidents at the age of 27, because that’s what they were – accidents. Right? Just accidents. But she couldn’t deny the thoughts and niggling voice and feelings that wouldn’t leave her head. At least she was getting closer to home. She only had a few more miles left. The moment she hit the off-ramp, she would only have ten more minutes left and then she would be home. That was until she saw the red lights of the cars in front of her coming closer and barely moving at all, and Jill had to brake hard. Jill groaned as she felt her seatbelt tighten and press on her bladder. She felt the smallest bit of warmth against her privates and Jill quickly slammed a hand in her crotch to keep herself from leaking. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Jill whispered to herself as the traffic in front of her slowed to a complete crawl, and with complete horror, Jill realized that she was stuck in a traffic jam. With the sudden realization that she wasn’t going to be moving very fast or any time soon, her need to pee seemed to increase exponentially. The next five minutes that passed by were agonizing as Jill was squirming in her seat, as tense as she could possibly be. She felt sweaty, her back was hurting, and above all, she had to pee badly, but traffic wasn’t moving. As far as she knew, there had to have been an accident to make traffic move so slowly. If she could get past it soon, she would be nearly home. Suddenly, Jill felt another strong wave of need course through her. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, crossed her legs over each other, and bore down with all of her might. As the wave grew worse, she started to breathe more heavily and shakily. As if entirely out of her control, Jill felt herself relax and she felt the smallest jet of hot pee shoot out, soaking her panties. Jill very quickly managed to clamp up again as she stiffened completely in alarm. She dared to look down at her jeans that were thankfully still dry, but Jill didn’t dare let out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t completely safe yet. Jill had to slam down hard on her brakes again as the cars in front and around her came to a complete standstill. No sooner had her car stopped when she felt another gush of pee leak out of her, leaving a wet spot the size of a tennis ball on her crotch. She couldn’t help but whisper to herself in disbelief. “Oh my god, I’m peeing,” Jill lamented. “I am going to pee myself.” She felt a third leak escape, increasing the wet patch in her crotch, and she felt her pee flowing down her butt. The third leak was quickly followed by a fourth, and then Jill was peeing uncontrollably as she lost all ability to hold. Jill could only watch, mesmerized, as she felt her pee pool up under her butt and her lower back. She saw it rising in her lap and filling her seat before cascading over the edge, wetting the back of her legs as it flowed down. Jill couldn’t stop the moan of relief leaving her lips as the pressure on her bladder disappeared and her muscles could finally relax. A part of her was glad that the bags protected most of her seat, but suddenly, like it always did, reality kicked in hard. Jill took a look around her, taking in her situation. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realized she was sitting there completely drenched in a puddle of her own urine in the middle of traffic surrounded by other cars. Luckily no one seemed interested in looking around, leaving her to her embarrassment on her own, and very slowly, traffic started to move again. As Jill drove home, she found herself paying attention to everything else. She felt her pants start to cool off and cling to her privates and legs. Jill paid attention to the small pool of pee she was sitting in that seemed to splash around a little if she dared to move, and she was most definitely smelling it now. With that realization, all the feelings she desperately tried to block out since she had first peed herself broke through. She felt so small, and yet naughty, like a small child in the back of a car fully aware that what they had done was wrong, but still feeling silently pleased over it. Here Jill was, a grown adult, sitting in a pool of her own creation, and she felt both mortified and delighted, and those feelings confused her to no end. The very moment she managed to park her car at home, she rushed into the house with a furious blush on her cheeks. She practically launched herself into her bathroom to get in the shower to clean herself, but stopped for a moment in front of her mirror to check her reflection.. Jill had to admit that the front of her looked fairly okay, at least she guessed that she did. There was still a large patch of wetness in her crotch area, but she had been stuck in traffic long enough for a lot to dry, or at least she thought that until she turned around. She couldn’t stop her gasp as she realized the back of her pants were absolutely soaked and the hem of her shirt hadn’t managed to escape. With her self inspection undeniably complete, Jill quickly pulled off her shirt and wrinkled her nose as she smelled the urine that it had practically bathed in. She practically wrestled off her cold and incredibly clingy jeans off of herself. Afterwards, Jill couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. She felt less like an adult woman and far more like a little girl because grown adult women didn’t have accidents and certainly didn’t find themselves in completely soaked panties. As she stepped into the shower, she decided to leave her panties on to at least try and rinse them a little. However, she still needed to pee just a little bit. Oh, what the hell, Jill thought to herself. They are already drenched, so it doesn’t matter. And with that thought crossing her mind, Jill immediately let go and felt her panties warm up once more as trails of hot pee ran down her legs. She watched as it formed a small river towards the drain before she stepped under the shower head and let everything be washed away. As Jill’s fingers ran through her hair as she shampooed it, she realized that she had to do some soul searching. She still wasn’t sure if she should just roll with her newfound feelings or check herself into the nearest shrink to find out what was going on. In the end, only time would tell.
  14. a/n: Hi~ Decided that I was going to add more to this because it’s just too fun! I think the formatting is okay? For some reason it kept changing the font color every single time I tried to add this second part - sad! It looks okay to me though. All the same, enjoy~ ~~~ Chapter Two: A Repeat Offense Jill shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her class was being quiet for once and her students were busy working on a math test and required little supervision. She of course had to make sure that they weren’t cheating, but test days always made her a bit bored. If she wasn’t keeping herself occupied, her mind was prone to wandering in every direction possible. That day was no exception. It didn’t matter that the weekend was quickly approaching as she made sure to schedule her tests on Fridays, her mind was completely elsewhere. In the weeks following her accident – that’s what it was, right? – Jill tried very hard to keep her new provocative thoughts out of her mind. In fact, she preferred to pretend that her accident never happened at all, but it felt like almost every little thing that crossed her path seemed to remind her of what had occurred. It was in the little things, such as a seemingly innocuous ad on the television or a billboard on the side of the road. She couldn’t quite explain her thoughts and feelings that would be aroused. Jill had to admit to herself she had an almost longing just to try things again. As much as she tried to ignore the nagging thoughts in her brain, she couldn’t get rid of them. From the corner of her eye, Jill saw a half-raised hand and with a mental shrug, Jill shook her thoughts from her head. “Yes, Jason?” Jill asked calmly, putting on a kind and knowing smile. “What is your question? You know I won’t give out any answers even if you ask.” “How much time do we have left, Miss Bennett?” Jason asked while rubbing his nose roughly with the palm of his hand. Jill suppressed a grimace at the action, worried Jason would nearly poke his eye out with his pencil. Still, she glanced up at the clock at the back of the room. “You have twenty more minutes,” Jill replied, sighing inwardly as Jason stood up to announce to the class just how much time they had left. As if he was the town crier of their classroom, Jason smacked his hand on his desk multiple times, disrupting the quiet. “Twenty more minutes!” Jason shouted out. “Twenty more minutes! Those with extra time get an extra twenty minutes! The rest are free to relax until the bell!” After his proud proclamation, Jason turned back to Jill with a massive smile and sat down back in his chair and continued on with his test as if nothing happened. Jill wished that it didn’t. To her relief, her students finished their tests well on time with Mari taking some extra time to finish with some gentle coaching. The girl suffered with dyslexia and Jill couldn’t help but think that someone should give her some additional assistance outside of the classroom, but Jill did what she could. Mari was a spirited young girl and didn’t let her dyslexia hold her back. If Jill could spend her entire day with Mari to help her, she would, but she was unable to spend her entire lessons helping just a single person. Luckily the rest of her students were quick to lend a hand where they could. Like clockwork, Mike popped his head through the door of her classroom as the school day ended. Jill couldn’t help but suspect that the young man had a crush on her. “Hey, Jill,” Mike said brightly. “How were your little rascals today? Mine were absolute terrors.” He blew out a sigh, shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the door frame. “They just wouldn’t shut up no matter what I did.” “Mine were calm,” Jill replied with a shrug. “Far calmer than what they were a few weeks ago. I know it has nothing to do with anything, but I still can’t believe that storm we had.” The moment the words left her lips, Jill felt her cheeks flush slightly and a familiar heat pool in her belly at the reminder of that particular day. “Well, I’m glad at least someone’s kids know how to behave,” Mike chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair, looking between Jill and the direction of the exit of the school. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder with a slight shrug. “Hey, uhm, I really need to get out and have a drink today. Did you want to come join me?” Oh God¸ Jill thought to herself. He really does have a crush on me! She had to think quickly on her feet and gave Mike a sad smile in response. “I’m really sorry, but no,” Jill said. “I really need to tend to my garden, and I’ve had just about no time to do it. It desperately needs some watering with how hot it’s been lately, and I have some new plants that need to be potted.” It’s not a lie, Jill thought. And it truly wasn’t. Her plants did need a good watering with the odd heatwave that had arrived after the storm. The usually green leaves of her plants had started to yellow in the baking sun and she wasn’t fortunate enough to have a sprinkler system, so a good old fashioned hosing down was required. “Oh,” Mike said in surprise. “Uhm, well, maybe another day then?” Mike added hesitantly. He slowly started to back out of the room, trying to look okay with Jill’s rejection. “See you after the weekend, I suppose, Jill.” “See you Monday, Mike,” Jill said, grabbing her things and heading towards the exit. Jill sighed as she drove to the garden center. If she was actually working in the garden, she would manage to finish everything that she needed to do. Jill ran through a mental checklist of each task she needed to do but found herself distracted and squirmed slightly in her seat. She had a slight need to pee, but she wasn’t too bothered by it; just aware. If the need became worse, she could go in the garden center. She arrived quickly at the garden center and grabbed a cart. Not wanting to delay, Jill made her way towards the closest bathroom, but the feelings she had been trying to ignore the past few weeks returned full force. Maybe holding it a little will stop the feelings, Jill reasoned with herself. Besides, it wasn’t as thought she needed to go that bad, right? Nothing would come out of it. Not wanting to waste much time in the garden center, Jill quickly located some new pots for her plants and the required dirt and seeds she needed. She felt as though she had been working on her garden for ages, and she couldn’t help but vent to the cashier about it. “I saw this really sweet design on Pinterest,” Jill replied wistfully. “Full of rocks and brick and the whatnot. I thought it would look beautiful with the marigolds I purchased, but it’s turning into something way bigger.” “Well, Pinterest has a way of doing that,” the cashier said with a laugh. “Do you mind if I make some recommendations?” “Please, do,” Jill answered gratefully. Any little help she could get, she would take. As the cashier prattled on about their ideas for gardens, some of which didn’t even make sense, Jill couldn’t help but softly squeeze her thighs together. She didn’t have to go too terribly, but normally she would have found a bathroom. However, she really wanted to get started on her work in the garden instead. Just as her thought finished, the cashier wished her a good day and with her original purchases and new additions in tow, Jill loaded her car and made her way back home. It was fortunate that the garden center was on her way home and the remainder of her trip was a quick five minutes. She didn’t have to drive to the middle of nowhere to get the things that she needed and even though it was a chore she wasn’t planning on doing, at least she was home fast. Jill parked her car in her driveway and stretched her arms high over her head. She was going to need all of her strength to haul the several bags of dirt she had purchased into her garden. Not wanting to have to deal with the dirt, Jill opened the trunk of her car and stared at the heavy bags with her hands on her hips. Perhaps getting a drink with Mike might have been a better idea, but the moment the thought crossed her mind she shook her head. It most definitely wasn’t a good idea. With a slight oof! Jill lifted one of the soil bags from her trunk. The moment the bag was in her arms, she was surprised by a sudden wave of desperation. Having no hands to hold onto herself, she crossed her legs quickly and clamped down hard. It seemed to work well enough as the wave passed, though it left behind a pressing need that she couldn’t take care of just yet. But what was worse was the slow creeping in of arousal that she felt. “Ugh!” Jill said out loud. “What is wrong with me?” Realizing she was dawdling for far too long in her driveway, Jill quickly unloaded her car, bringing everything to the backyard and dropping her purchases where she needed them. She wasn’t entirely fond of gardening, not that Mike needed to know, and wanted to get her projects done quickly. If she managed to finish, she planned to take a well-deserved bath after, perhaps with a very nice dinner with wine. She felt that it was the least that she could have, especially after subjecting herself to the torture of working in her backyard. It was rare for Jill to not change out of her work clothes after school, but she wanted nothing more than to get everything done. She really didn’t want to have to work in the garden longer than she needed to. Jill cursed herself as she got dirt down the front of her blouse, but cursed herself even more when she felt her need to pee increasing. If she had gone inside to change, she could have just gone to the bathroom, but didn’t want to take the extra time to do so. She had to cross her legs a couple of times to keep herself from letting go and was getting annoyed that it was making her work take even longer. Though she needed to pee, she hated gardening much more and wanted to get things done. Suddenly, as if a little devil popped itself on her shoulder and started speaking to her, a small voice in her head spoke up. You could just pee yourself here, you know. No one would know. Jill’s face burned at the thought and her belly burned with heat. She looked around her garden, suspicious that someone else hadn’t spoken to her. The voice in the back of her mind didn’t sound like her own, but as expected, no one was there. She lived in a stand-alone home and her garden was enclosed by carefully curated hedges with well-maintained fences. Without thinking, Jill unconsciously started to spread her legs a little in anticipation. She couldn’t believe it – she was really going to do it again! The same, oddly familiar feeling of naughtiness practically thrust itself upon her. She felt almost childlike. With her mind entirely made up, Jill softly tried to push and let her bladder relax, but nothing happened. She tensed up with the anticipation and let out a soft groan of frustration. “Okay, Jill, deep breath,” she muttered to herself. Jill took in a breath and let it out slowly and as she relaxed on her exhale, she suddenly felt her panties grow warm. At the somehow unexpected feeling, Jill felt herself clam up. What am I doing?! Jill practically screamed at herself in her thoughts. She quickly crossed her legs and slammed her hands into her crotch to try and stop the flow. She felt her hands getting damp, but with an ultimate effort, she managed to stop peeing. Not wanting to take any chances, Jill hurried up the stairs to her bathroom to inspect what she had done and so that she could finish peeing. The moment she stepped foot into her bathroom and stood in front of her mirror, Jill couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed giggle. She really looked and felt terribly childish with the dark stain in the crotch of her light grey slacks and the feeling of cooled, wet fabric clinging to her private parts. She sighed knowing that her pants were ruined and were in a need of a wash. There was no point in trying to save them from their current situation and as if someone was taking over her thoughts once more, she decided she might as well just finish where she was. She felt a shiver run down her spine and a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with her current predicament. Almost subconsciously, before she had fully made the decision, Jill let out a slow breath and pushed gently. This time it took almost no effort at all for her to start peeing, and she let out a soft moan as she completely lost all control. Just like the first time, she watched in fascination as her crotch grew wetter and she felt trails of warmth race down her legs and into her socks and shoes. She bent slightly at her knees and felt her butt growing warm as her stream rushed towards the back of her legs creating the same pooling warmth there. As the warmth shifted, Jill started to come to her senses and clasped her hands over her mouth as she took stock of herself. Here she was, a 27-year-old elementary school teacher, standing in a puddle of her own creation. She was positively soaked, and she felt the wet fabric of her pants clinging to her legs. As she took a tentative step out of the yellow puddle on her bathroom floor, she could hear the squelch of her shoes. Quickly, Jill stripped out of her offending clothing; her shoes, socks, panties, and pants all now desperately needing to be placed in the laundry, and hurried under the shower. She had never felt so mortified in her life. This was the second time that month that she had wet herself. She was ridiculously turned on, but she was still confused. Did she want to try even more? Or did she want to renew her vow of never doing such a thing again. As Jill stood under the warm water of her shower, she really wasn’t sure.
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