I couldn’t make it somewhere outside the theatre. When the credits rolled I stood up and lowered the hem of my shirt to cover it.
The darkness of the room prevented me, and more importantly anyone else, from seeing the wet patch but I knew one was there.
I hoped Rena was too focussed on the movie to notice. I did have to squeeze myself a few times. “I’m fine.” I stepped out of line and we headed inside the theatre. “Jesse, you said you needed to go.” She knew about my accidents but I didn’t want to keep her back. “We might miss the beginning of the movie.” “Maybe there’s a second bathroom I could use?” I was still waiting when she came back out. I was in line waiting while Rena went into the woman’s. It seemed that most of the stalls were out of order. We went over to the bathrooms to find a small line running out of the mens.
“I need to use the bathroom first.” It had been awhile since I’d gone last. We just bought our tickets and were about to go inside the theatre room when I spoke up. Rena and I were on a date at the movie theatre. Librarian or someone with them comes up around them, thinking they’re sick or upset, places a firm hand on their abdomen over the students own to ask “hey, are you alright…? You’ve been here all day, maybe it’s time to take a break?” And the pressure causes them to completely loose control, peeing all over themselves, the chair, and possibly the person involved. Student starts to get teary eyed with stress and embarrassment. They try to get up once, immediately fall back down with a loud whimper or a yelp, desperately holding their tummy or crotch as to not start to leak. It becoming so bad that the student realizes they won’t be able to make it to the bathroom without peeing themselves in front of everyone. They become more stiff, more ridged, and more squirmy in their seat, trying to grind themselves into the chair to get the friction to stop them from exploding. Said student ^ starting out fine but becoming truly and utterly fucked as time goes on. A College/Gradschool student who’s been in the library all day to complete some research paper without a bathroom break slowly getting more and more desperate, and convincing themselves they don’t need to go until it’s too late. They shift around, grabbing at their pants as discreetly as they can while making stuttered excuses : “t-thank you but really I must - I’ve got to go now, I think I have w-what I was looking for-” Someone during a hold having to go so so badly while a librarian is talking to them and reccomending new books or helping them find something. Patrons turn their head to see the person, red with embarrassment, attempting in vain to cover their teary face or their huge leak with a small novel. It starts off slow, barely noticable, but soon everyone in the place can hear their soft embarrassed sniffles and the faint ‘hissssss’ of the flow staining their pants and the ground below them. Someone loosing control in the middle of an aisle of books when the library becomes crowded. Accidental wetting/leaking in a library setting where it’s so quiet every drop can be heard like it’s 1000lbs on the floor. Someone who hates public restrooms going out for a day trip and hasn’t peed all day and by the time they’re on the ride back they’re absoloutely bursting. Someone making it to the rest stop and running in only to lose it before they can undo their belt and being forced to walk back to the car in soaked pants. The pee making a puddle on a leather seat and running over the edge or soaking into a cloth seat making a big wet patch
They never fully lose control but by the time they’re at their destination they’ve leaked enough that there’s a wet patch on their pants and seat, and they don’t want to get up because then the driver and other passengers will know what’s happened. Alternatively, never asking for a rest stop and slowly leaking the whole journey. The driver says sure there’s one in fifteen minutes, but they’ve waited so long already they wet themselves after ten. Someone waiting until they’ve already dribbled to ask for a rest stop. The driver notices and asks them if they need to go to which they either shyly admit feeling silly they had to be asked like a child or shake their head and look even more like a child denying they need to go when they clearly do. Someone trying really hard not to grab their crotch because it’s embarrasing and makes it obvious they need to go, but at a bad spasm they’re forced to. Trying to squirm subtly because they’re right next to the driver, bouncing slightly in the seat, adjusting position, shaking their legs.