Two Days at the Fair

A Desperate Ride

I regretted not bringing a backup diaper. But even if I had, where would I change? Definitely not in the porta-potty. I would be fine, though. I just had to hold it until I got home. There was nothing to hold anyway. Surely all the liquid I'd drunk had gone through me now.

So I got in line for the ferris wheel. I always waited to ride it until dark, when it lit up and you could see the city lights below. Apparently a lot of other people had the same idea, because the line was long. About halfway through the line, I realized I had to pee again. It wasn't urgent, though. I was sure I could make it through the rest of the line and the ride as well as walk home before I peed. I would be fine.

By the time I was loaded onto the ferris wheel, I felt a little more desperate. Still manageable, though. 

I enjoyed my three loops around the ferris wheel. But when I went up for the last loop, the ride lurched to a sudden stop and as the lap bar pressed against my bladder again, I leaked slightly.

"Eep!" I squeaked and checked myself. Still dry. I relaxed. I hadn't expected to stop so abruptly, but at least I was at the top and had the best view.

Eventually I got bored. I checked my watch and saw that fifteen minutes had gone by. Fifteen! The ferris wheel never stopped for that long.

A megaphone sounded from below. "Passengers of the ferris wheel, please sit tight. We are currently having technical difficulties. Do not attempt to climb out of your seats. Thank you for your patience."

I groaned. It was just my luck. Of course the ferris wheel would break down while my diaper was soaked and I had to pee. After all my precautions I was still doomed to piss myself. 

I refused to give up all hope, though. I muttered, "Please don't take long. Please don't take long."

For the next ten minutes I was fine. After another ten I was clenching my legs together. When I started potty-dancing, I stopped keeping track of the time. It only made me feel more anxious.

I tried to think of something else, anything else. But my mind kept going back to my soaked diaper and how I was about to soak my overalls too. I potty-danced so violently my chair shook too. One of my neighbors on the ride asked, "Are you okay over there?"

Oh great. Now I had an audience. I could only choke out a strangled "No!"

"Are you having some kind of seizure or do you just have to pee?"

"Gotta - ugh - gotta pee!"

"Hold on, hold on! I'm sure they'll let us down soon."

"I'm - trying," I groaned. It was getting really bad. I was letting out a series of short leaks, each one getting harder and harder to hold back.