Incontinence, diapers and a lot of love.

Chapter 5

Elly sat at the kitchen table, staring into her cup of tea, her thoughts miles away. The past few days had been a rollercoaster of emotions—relief at having Andy back home, but also an overwhelming sense of dread. Keeping her incontinence a secret was becoming harder and more exhausting, yet she couldn't bear the thought of Andy finding out.

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed Andy bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The familiar sounds of sizzling and chopping brought Elly back to the present, and she glanced up just as Andy set a plate in front of her.

"Elly, are you okay?" Andy asked, her voice full of concern as she sat down across from her.

Elly forced a smile, trying to mask the anxiety gnawing at her. "Yeah, just a bit tired. Didn't sleep well last night."

Andy frowned, her eyes scanning Elly's face. "You've been tired a lot lately. Are you sure everything's alright?"

Elly's heart raced as she tried to think of a convincing reply. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's probably just work stress."

Andy nodded slowly, but Elly could see the concern lingering in her gaze. As they ate breakfast together, Elly felt a knot of guilt tighten in her stomach. She hated lying to Andy, but what choice did she have? The thought of Andy finding out about her condition filled her with fear and embarrassment. What would Andy think of her if she knew the truth?

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Elly tried to keep up appearances, smiling and chatting with Andy as if everything was normal, but inside, she was a bundle of nerves. Every time she felt even the slightest pressure in her bladder, her heart would skip a beat, and she'd rush to the bathroom, terrified of having an accident. She was managing, but just barely.

That evening, they settled on the couch to watch a movie. Andy leaned in close, wrapping an arm around Elly's shoulders. Normally, Elly would have relaxed into the embrace, but tonight, she felt tense. The pressure in her bladder was building again, and she knew she couldn't hold it for the entire movie.

Elly tried to discreetly shift her position, hoping to alleviate the discomfort, but it only made things worse. She could feel Andy's eyes on her, a mix of concern and something else that Elly couldn't quite place. Was Andy starting to suspect something?

As the movie played on, Elly's anxiety grew. She knew she needed to get to the bathroom, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself. She waited until Andy was fully engrossed in the film before quietly excusing herself.

Once in the bathroom, Elly quickly locked the door behind her, her hands shaking as she removed her pull-up. It was damp—she had been right to come here when she did. She cleaned herself up as best as she could, feeling a wave of relief that she had managed to avoid another close call. But that relief was short-lived as she realized she hadn't brought a clean pull-up with her.

She cursed under her breath, panicking. The only spare she had was in the bedroom, and retrieving it meant walking past Andy. She couldn't risk it. Instead, she opted for a pair of regular panties, hoping she could make it through the rest of the evening without any more incidents.

When she returned to the living room, Andy turned to her with a smile. "Everything okay?"

Elly nodded, forcing herself to smile back. "Yeah, just needed to freshen up."

Andy's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than usual, and Elly felt a pang of unease. Was Andy noticing the changes in her behavior? Elly's thoughts raced, wondering if she had been too obvious, too careless. But Andy didn't press the issue, turning her attention back to the movie.

As they settled back into the couch, Andy's arm found its way around Elly again, pulling her close. But instead of feeling comforted, Elly felt her heart pound in her chest. She tried to focus on the movie, but all she could think about was the pressure in her bladder, which was slowly starting to build again.

It wasn't long before she had to excuse herself again, this time heading to the bathroom with even more urgency. She barely made it in time, and as she sat there, Elly felt tears of frustration prick at the corners of her eyes. This was becoming impossible to manage. How much longer could she keep this secret from Andy?

When she returned to the living room, Andy glanced at her, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her face. Elly couldn't tell if it was concern, suspicion, or something else entirely. Andy's hand reached out to gently touch Elly's, sending a shiver down her spine. There was an unfamiliar tension in the air, something that made Elly's heart race in a way she couldn't quite explain.

As the evening wore on, Elly noticed that Andy was watching her more closely. Every movement, every time Elly shifted uncomfortably, seemed to catch Andy's attention. It was as if Andy could sense that something was off, but wasn't sure what it was. Elly tried to act normal, to hide her growing anxiety, but she could feel Andy's eyes on her, studying her, almost as if she was waiting for something.

Finally, the movie ended, and they both decided to call it a night. As they stood up from the couch, Elly felt a sudden wave of dizziness, likely from the stress of the day. Andy was quick to steady her, placing a gentle hand on her back.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Andy asked again, her voice soft but tinged with concern.

Elly nodded quickly, trying to shake off the feeling. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

But as they headed to bed, Elly couldn't shake the feeling that Andy was more aware than she let on. There was a subtle shift in Andy's behavior, a kind of watchfulness that hadn't been there before. It made Elly's heart race, but it also made her feel something else—a strange, unsettling thrill that she couldn't quite identify.

As they lay in bed, Elly found herself restless, her thoughts churning. She hadn't had a chance to discreetly put on a diaper, and the idea of doing it now, with Andy so close, filled her with dread. What if Andy noticed? What if she asked questions?

Elly tried to push those thoughts away, telling herself that she had managed this far, and she could get through one more night. But deep down, she knew that it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down. The accidents were becoming more frequent, more difficult to control, and the stress of hiding it was wearing her down.

As she lay there, Andy's arm draped over her waist, Elly couldn't help but feel the weight of her secret pressing down on her. She hadn't wet the bed in the past few nights, so maybe she would be safe tonight. Maybe she could get through this.

But as Elly finally drifted off to sleep, her thoughts were filled with doubt and fear. How long could she keep this up? How long before Andy discovered the truth? And when she did, what would happen then?

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Word count (without including this): 1205