Elly woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. For a moment, she was disoriented, forgetting that Andy was finally home. The warmth of Andy's body next to her brought a smile to her face, but that comfort was quickly replaced by a familiar, creeping anxiety. She tensed up slightly, her mind racing to assess the situation before moving.
Holding her breath, she shifted slightly and felt a wave of relief wash over her when she realized the bed was dry. Elly let out a quiet sigh, thankful for small mercies, especially after she had fallen asleep without wearing a diaper this time. Andy stirred beside her, stretching with a sleepy groan, and Elly smiled at her. She wanted nothing more than to fully enjoy this moment, but the underlying worry gnawed at her.
"Good morning," Andy mumbled, pulling Elly closer and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning," Elly replied softly. She tried to push the anxiety away, focusing instead on the feeling of Andy's arms around her.
As they lay there, Elly's mind wandered back to the previous night. She'd managed to avoid putting on a diaper, choosing instead to trust her body despite the nagging doubts. It had been a gamble, but one she had won, at least for now. But with Andy back home, the pressure to maintain control felt heavier than ever.
After a few minutes, Andy sat up, yawning. "How about we make some breakfast?" she suggested, her eyes still half-closed.
"Sure," Elly agreed, forcing a smile. She got out of bed slowly, ensuring Andy wouldn't notice anything off. As they moved through the morning, Elly couldn't shake the fear of another accident. The more time she spent with Andy, the harder it became to keep the secret.
Breakfast was a quiet, comfortable affair, with both of them sharing stories and laughing about trivial things. Elly felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she wondered how long she could keep this up. Every trip to the bathroom was a small victory, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she slipped up.
Later that day, they decided to head out for a walk in the nearby park. Elly had packed a spare pull-up in her bag, just in case, but the thought of needing it made her anxious. She couldn't let Andy find out—not yet, not like this. The entire walk, she was hyper-aware of every sensation, every twinge that might signal an impending accident.
As they strolled through the park, Andy reached out and took Elly's hand, her grip warm and reassuring. Elly smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She was too distracted by the effort it took to maintain her composure, to act like everything was fine. She didn't want Andy to worry, and she certainly didn't want this issue to become a burden on their relationship.
They found a quiet spot to sit under a tree, enjoying the peace of the afternoon. Andy leaned back, closing her eyes as the sunlight filtered through the leaves. Elly watched her, a mixture of love and guilt swirling inside her. How much longer could she keep this from Andy? How much longer could she handle the stress of hiding her condition?
The rest of the day passed in a blur of activities—lunch at a café, browsing through shops, and eventually returning home to watch a movie. All the while, Elly felt like she was walking on eggshells, constantly monitoring herself to ensure there were no signs of her struggle. The tension was exhausting, and by the time they settled on the couch to watch a movie, Elly was both mentally and physically drained.
As the evening wore on, Elly found herself leaning against Andy, her eyes growing heavy. The comfort of Andy's presence, combined with her own fatigue, started to lull her into a sense of security she hadn't felt in a while. She fought to stay awake, but the warmth of the moment was too inviting.
Eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch, tangled up in each other. Elly drifted off into a deep sleep, her worries momentarily forgotten. But as she slept, the fatigue of the day and the stress of keeping her secret took their toll.
In the middle of the night, Elly woke up to a strange sensation, her mind still foggy from sleep. It took her a moment to realize what had happened, and when she did, panic set in. She had wet herself in her sleep, and the dampness had spread, soaking through her pull-up.
Her heart raced as she lay there, frozen in fear, hoping against hope that Andy wouldn't wake up. But Andy was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of Elly's accident. Elly carefully extricated herself from Andy's embrace, her movements slow and deliberate to avoid waking her.
Once she was free, Elly rushed to the bathroom, tears stinging her eyes. She felt humiliated, ashamed, and terrified all at once. How much longer could she keep this up? How much longer could she hide this from Andy? The weight of the secret was becoming unbearable, and Elly knew it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.
But for now, she would do what she had always done—clean up the mess, put on a brave face, and continue pretending that everything was okay. At least, until she couldn't anymore.
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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...
