Posted by Calle on September 05, 2007 at 13:07 [75.11.153.246]
I had been with living with Gary for four months now. We had a very special event planned that night, and we had to go dress shopping for me. I hated dresses, but I loved shopping, so I figured it wasn’t all bad. When we got to the mall, I asked Gary (aka “Daddy”) for a large coke. He suggested I get a small, but I begged for the big one. My bladder was empty at the time and I didn’t think about how quickly the big soda would go through me. Half an hour later, I could already feel the effects. I didn’t let on, though, because I was having fun looking at the big girl dresses. I could see in my mind how elegant I would look, and daddy agreed to even let me wear a light layer of lipstick. Thinking about this kept my mind off of my quickly filling bladder long enough for me to pick out a dress. I was distracted when Daddy asked if I needed to potty, and I answered “no”. I would come to regret this, though. After my dress was paid for, Daddy wanted to look at tools. By the time we made it to that department, my bladder was alerting me of its problem again- and it was filling up fast. I didn’t want Daddy to think that I’d lied to him, so I kept my mouth shut. Before long, though, I knew I had to speak up. “Daddy, I think I need the potty now”. Daddy got a cross look on his face and asked why I had said ‘no’ before. I looked down sheepishly and mumbled “I forgot I had to go”. “Well!” said Daddy, “If you can hold it to shop for pretty dresses, then you can hold it while Daddy gets his tools”. I pouted but kept quiet. He looked pleased. As time went on, my bladder stretched further and further. I tried squeezing my thighs together, but my little girl bladder kept trying to squeeze out all that coke. When daddy wasn’t looking, I would hold myself. I knew that other people were staring, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t wanna have an accident in the middle of the store! Unfortunately, daddy turned around and caught me. He pulled my hand out and whispered loudly in my ear “big girls don’t do that in public, and you’re a big girl in public!” I protested that I had to go “soooo bad”, but he would have none of it. “If I catch you doing it again, you’re not going out tonight”. I was so embarrassed, but I stopped holding myself. I had to cross my legs and squirm a little, but there was no rule against that. My bladder felt like it was ready to explode, and I prayed that the coke had finished going through me. Another drop of liquid and I was going to burst like a water balloon! As the pressure built, I had to lean forward, legs still crossed tightly. Again, customers were looking, and I couldn’t help shaking my butt back and forth like a little girl who couldn’t hold her pee. I squeezed Daddy’s hand- maybe if he saw the predicament I was in he’d take me to potty. I was going to be lucky if I could walk that far (it was on the other side of the department store). He turned around, and there I was wiggling back and forth, up and down, my eyes watering from the strain of trying to keep my enormously stretched bladder from leaking. I was chewing on my bottom lip and looking up at him with pleading eyes. He finally relented. He still had to pay for his tools, though. I managed to make it to the line, but I was having to hold myself again. My bladder sure wasn’t going to hold 32 ounces of coke in on its own. I hoped Daddy was bluffing about not letting me go out. By the time we got to the front, I felt myself starting to leak. It must have been one hell of a sight for the female cashier. A grown woman in her 20’s ready to burst- I couldn’t stand still and I was about to cry. By this point, I knew there was no way I’d make it to the public bathroom, and decided to ask the cashier if there was an employee one. She shook her head sadly, and told me that it was “strictly for employees”. “Please”, I begged. “If I can’t go RIGHT NOW I’m gonna potty in my pants!” She blushed brightly, obviously embarrassed at my choice of words, and then reiterated that it was for employees ONLY. It was too much for me. I felt my bladder give way, and squatted down on my heel trying to stop the flow. However, it was no use. My bladder muscles squeezed hard one last time and I lost it completely. I swear the cashier and Daddy could hear it hissing out of me. I was crying full force now, and still trying to hold myself to ease the flow. The customers behind us were whispering and some little kid started laughing, and saying “Mommy! The big lady wet her pants!” Once I managed to squeeze it off, I jumped up and ran. Daddy had finished paying, and chased after me. I made it to the car and just let the rest go. What hadn’t been completely soaked of my pants was now. I almost started crying again, just from the relief. Daddy caught up to me and unlocked the car. On the way home, he apologized for being so tough on me. Just because I was supposed to be a big girl in public didn’t mean that little girl accidents wouldn’t ever happen. I peed a torrent more when we got home. I was looking forward to tonight….
*To be continued…*
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