As she got in the car and started heading to her small job as a waitress at a restaurant, she felt the familiar sensation she always got when she needed to pee. She crossed her legs and hoped she would make it in time. She was determined not to have another accident since she had already had one last night.
Ten minutes later, and after a lot of squirming, she was now close to bursting. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she was so desperate that she held her crotch with one hand while steering with the other.
As she reached a traffic intersection, some guy next to her honked, causing her to jump. This made her lose control for a moment, and she felt a squirt of pee leak out. As soon as she pressed the gas pedal again, the squirt turned into a stream as she started to fully empty her bladder into the pull-up. She moaned in relief and then stared in shock at her leggings as she noticed a small wet patch appear. Fortunately for her, it stayed that way, but she couldn't afford another accident since the pull-up was now soaked. She had two more pull-ups in her bag, so changing wasn't a problem, but her second loss of control made her worry. Eventually, she brushed it off, blaming the guy who honked and startled her.
Five minutes later, she pulled up at work and entered the restaurant. Before her boss could send her straight to the floor, she headed directly to the bathroom, needing a change. She sighed in relief when she was finally able to remove the wet and now cold pull-up. After cleaning herself up and throwing away the dirty pull-up, she sat down on the toilet, releasing her already refilled bladder into the bowl.
During the day, she drank a lot of coffee because she was really tired. Last night, she had stayed on the phone with Andy until 2 a.m. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to drink so much of the dark liquid, because it always made her need to pee a lot more. It was five minutes before the end of her shift, and she felt like she was about to burst again. As she went to the bathroom, she noticed they were already closed. She sighed, praying she would make it to her bathroom at home.
It was a short walk from the restaurant to the parking lot. In this case, it was probably around five minutes, but to Elly, it felt like an eternity. Halfway through, she groaned and suddenly grabbed her crotch. She had leaked a little and was reaching her limit. She started waddling to the car as fast as she could while trying to hold it together. To make things worse, a new pressure was coming from her bowels, demanding to be relieved. She silently cursed herself. She had been constipated for the last three days and had forgotten that in those cases, coffee often tended to work as well as laxatives.
She grumbled when a sudden shot of pain surged through her, caused by her bowels. She bent over reflexively, folding her arms around her torso, hoping it would relieve the pain. This gave her bladder the freedom to empty itself. She stood there in shock, almost in tears. She was running out of excuses and feared a setback. This time, her pull-up leaked much more, and a larger, clearly noticeable wet patch formed around her crotch and ran slightly down her legs.
She finished her walk to the car without looking up from the pavement beneath her feet for even a second. She was afraid of the looks she might draw and didn't dare to make any eye contact. For a moment, she considered calling her mom. Her mom would know how to calm her and tell her it was okay if she had a setback. If she asked, she knew her mom would not hesitate to drive the 30 minutes to her apartment just to hold her and kiss her forehead like she used to when she was little. But soon after the thought crossed her mind, she felt ashamed. She was an adult now and should be able to handle these types of situations on her own.
During the drive home, she felt her bowels acting up again. She pressed the gas pedal a little harder, desperate for relief, but also desperate not to have a fourth accident in one day. Geez, she felt like a baby—helpless and unseen.
After she had parked her car in her driveway, she took the elevator to her apartment and rushed to her apartment door as soon as the doors opened. As she fumbled around, trying to find the keys in her bag, she felt another, even more intense, wave of pain shoot through her belly. She bent over as if her life depended on it and felt a log of poo slip into the still-soaked pull-up. A tear rolled down her face, and she groaned. Her whole body screamed that she would soil herself if she even moved an inch. Just then, she felt another log pushing out. A wet fart slipped out, making her moan slightly as more poop started to fill her diaper. The warm mess made her cringe, but at the same time, it felt so good to just let go.
Two minutes later, Elly's pants were filled to the top. She grunted and moaned slightly as a few more wet farts escaped her, followed by the last log of poo. Once she was done and felt relieved, the reality of her actions hit her. She hurried inside and rushed to the bathroom.
First, she took off her leggings, then squatted over the toilet and pulled down the pull-up. She dumped its contents into the toilet bowl and flushed. After tossing the evidence of her accidents into the laundry, she turned on the shower, not planning to be come out of it anytime soon. She ate some heated leftovers, put on a new pull-up, and headed to her bedroom with her computer.
Once settled, she searched for adult diapers. She decided that, although today didn't have to mean anything, it would be nice to have some extra protection at night. She ordered the nappies, closed her computer, and soon fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Due to the holidays, I've decided to upload a chapter every day this week and next week to give my story's beginning some momentum. So, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or if it seems a bit rushed.
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Incontinence, diapers and a lot of love.
Short StoryElly is a incontinence girl for as long as she remembers. She always had troubles holding it, but lately it seems like its getting worse. She struggles to maintain a normal life. Lukily she has her girlfriend Andy, who supports her and loves her des...
